Doctor Who: Genetics (12th Doctor Adventures Book One)

Chapter one

"All men into positions!" A rowdy moustached man cried over the blazing siren of an alarm, the curling corridors of the facility illuminated by the colour red. The colour that was unanimously seen as the colour of danger across the universe. The statement was repeated over and over again, he himself dashing along the corridors with his men acting like crashing waves as they marched with him. The men were clothed in black tactical armour of a slim fitting and seemed to be very tight on them, the material of the armour made of Kevlar. A more futuristic Kevlar that was designed and built for endurance, the kind that was built to withstand the stress of a number of bullets piercing its skin.

"Split!" The obvious Commanding Officer, a General, ordered which his men followed. The General watched groups of his men break off from the flooding, dashing off through the different turnings of the corridors. The clanking of their guns reverberating a around the entirety of the facility. All of the men were corresponding to the same location, but had taken different routes in an effort to circle the unknown object that had appeared in the cafeteria of the base.

Upon their arrival, dining tables were thrust onto theirs sides to supply the men cover, men crouching down with their guns resting on the table. The barrels of the guns aimed in the direction of a peculiar blue box that had found it's way to the centre of the room. There was an influx of men from all the surrounding areas of the box, every single angle from every entrance and exit of the room. The box was circled.

The General had a front row seat of the operation, something he hadn't done for a long time under the employment of Zedcorp. "Ready?!" He screamed, "aim!" He commanded, however, upon that command the doors of the box opened and out stepped a curly grey haired man who wore a red velvet jacket with his shirt buttoned to the very top of its collar. The leather of his Doc Martins creaked as he halted dramatically. "Fire!" The General ordered with his men pulling down on the trigger of their weapons, their bullets all directing to the man and his box at all angles. Sweat dispersed down their foreheads as they stopped firing and their faces contorted into shock and confusion.

Their guns fell to their sides as they were bewildered at the sight they had witnessed. The bullets had seemingly repelled off some sort of invisible field and had made no dent in the wood of the box or the man for that matter.
"Not the warmest of receptions" the man commented with his face disapproving of the actions conducted against him, his accent distinguishably Scottish, which was unusual to the American soldiers as everybody knew the Scottish colonies had departed far from the British and the Americans. Always demanding their own independence.
"I saw you lot running in guns a blazing and thought I'd best extend the force fields. Last time I walked out to a group of men holding firearms, I got shot. Not doing that again." The pride in his tone was clear, pride that annoyed the General.

"State your name!" He screamed with the man jokingly massaging his inner ear after he had screeched,
"Does he order you all about like that? I feel sorry for your ear drums." The men around him mumbled in slight agreement to the comment that had been remarked about the General.
"Answer!" He cried again, the man looking quite annoyed at the General's illusion of power, the Generals pistol still aimed his way.
"I'm the Doctor and I'm the man who's going to personally disarm you if you don't point the gun elsewhere." His tone was stern, like a father telling of his child and just like a child, the General was about to have a tantrum.
"Why you-" but fortunately he was cut off by a distinct British accent that was drawing nearer to the front.
"Calm yourself, General Bainley. This man is no threat, no, no, he is our esteemed guest!" She explained with great velocity clearly not wanting the Doctor be shot, she begun to applaud the man and made the others clap for him.
"Right? Am I now?" He questioned with a confused look blessing his face.
"Yes, you really are. It is our pleasure to host you, my name is Dr. Samantha Crowd. We'd love for you to look around."

It was here that Samantha hoped this 'Doctor' would take up her offer and finally they would have the sufficient DNA to continue their work. She prayed he would do as she invited him to do.