Doctor Who_ Ten Little Aliens Part 30

Roba crossed his ma.s.sive arms. 'I ain't doing it.'

'You have a problem, Roba?'

Roba pulled out his gun. 'You're d.a.m.ned right I do.'

For a single sickening second, through the tear in his suit, Polly glimpsed a patch of mottled pink against the dark skin of his wrist, peeping above the dressing on his wrist.

'He's changing!' she yelled, and pointed.

Roba fired three warning shots at the ceiling. Pieces of the mirrored gla.s.s lodged in the rock shattered, rained crystal dust over them.

'That cut of his,' Ben said, grimacing. 'He reckoned his suit wasn't working. I should've worked it out!'

'Roba,' Haunt thundered. 'Just put the gun down.'

'So you can have me me put down? Huh?' Roba was breathing quickly, sweating more than ever. 'No way.' put down? Huh?' Roba was breathing quickly, sweating more than ever. 'No way.'

'Then let us help you,' the Doctor implored him. 'By close study -'

'Study Frog all you want,' Roba shouted. 'I'm finding Shel.

Gonna make him put a stop to whatever's doing this to me.'

He backed away towards the exit, fired off another couple of laser bolts into the floor in front of them as he squeezed through the barricade.

'We'll find you, Roba,' Haunt yelled.

'Or the angels will,' Creben added.

'Anyone comes looking for me knows what they get.' Roba fired one more blast, high over their heads, and ran from the room.

Tovel started to follow. 'No,' said Haunt. 'Let him go. Let him calm down. Then we'll go after him.'

Ben looked worried. 'I wondered what was up with him.

Don't reckon he'll ever calm down.'

'He will, when he realises it's hopeless.' Haunt gave a sideways glance at Frog. 'And besides. This proves the need for those examinations.'

Polly saw the Doctor nod thoughtfully. Haunt led her off to behind the depleted row of frozen Schirr corpses, a grisly audience to watch them undress with sightless eyes.

III.

Ben looked enviously at Creben's toned, muscular body. He was a regular Charles Atlas on the sly. There wasn't a mark on him.

Creben returned the favour with an unenthusiastic inspection. 'You're clear.'

Ben turned to the Doctor, who was doing up his s.h.i.+rt, and gave him a thumbs-up. The Doctor nodded cheerfully, so presumably he had pa.s.sed muster too. Now he motioned that Tovel should undress.

'You want to check Shade?' Creben asked.

'Not a lot.' Then he saw Shade was rising from his couch. If he looked too far to his right, he could probably see Haunt and Polly giving each other the once over. Well, he'd soon fix that little game.

'Kit off, suns.h.i.+ne,' Ben said cheerily, positioning himself carefully so Shade was looking well away from the bodies on view. But Shade wasn't showing much interest in anything.

There was a frown on his face deeper than his few remaining scars. 'What's up? Didn't like the film?'

'The webset was Lindey's,' he said, and tapped his fingers distractedly against the metal band. 'Her trip through the tunnels. Nothing that could help us.' He fixed Ben with his green eyes. 'You should've seen her there. Every move was textbook, every decision... She had a smart mouth, sure, but the way she carried herself... She never even had to try...'

'What're you talking about?' Ben asked.

Shade looked like he was going to start blubbing, but for himself or for Lindey Ben couldn't tell. 'I thought we hated each other, me and her. But I guess we each just wanted what the other had.'

'Yeah, well,' Ben said awkwardly. 'You'd better show me what you've got now, Haunt's orders. And don't worry, I'm not about to hold anything and ask you to cough -'

'No. Not me too.'

The anguished voice was barely recognisable as Tovel's.

'I'm so very sorry,' the Doctor said, holding up his hands in a calming gesture. 'So desperately sorry.'

Tovel was topless, hugging himself. Ben saw straight away the patch of globby alien flesh on the small of his back.

'Marshal Haunt,' Tovel shouted, between loud, shuddering breaths.

Haunt bobbed around the corner of the macabre exhibit of alien bodies, Polly - kit on again - right behind her. At least she was all right. was all right.

'It's happening to me too.' Tovel offered his hands to Haunt as if expecting her to handcuff him.

She didn't move to take them.

'You should restrain me,' Tovel insisted.

Haunt shook her head emphatically. 'Just make sure you hold on to yourself, Tovel.'

'No need for cuffs if you wait a while, Tovel,' a new voice called.

Ben stared in amazement as he realised where the call had come from. 'Frog?' He jogged over to her shadowy corner of the room, the others, Tovel included, close behind him.

'Soon you won't be able to move at all!' The voice would've been Doris Day's if she'd grown up in the Bronx. It couldn't belong to a knockabout like Frog.

'She can talk again!' Polly said quietly.

Ben grinned broadly. Until he actually saw Frog. He tried to keep the smile fixed in place for her, but it was hopeless.

The skin on her hands, neck and chin had turned s.h.i.+ny and spongy. Beneath her combat suit her body had grown bulkier. It was pressing up against the material, pulsing all over. But her face was the worst. While the scars had faded to soft, pale channels in her skin, her features were coa.r.s.ening, growing larger. Like her face was an inflated mask over the real thing.

'I've got this to look forward to.' Tovel's voice cracked as he spoke, leaving the words midway between timid question and bleak statement.

Ben looked dead ahead as Tovel pulled on the top part of his combat suit, hiding the diseased flesh from view.

Frog's thickening lips twitched in a coy smile as her eyes darted from face to face.

'Kill me before it comes to this,' Tovel whispered. Ben hoped that was more of a general prayer than an instruction to any of them.

'Don't be scared, Tovel,' said Frog. 'I'm not. Not any more.

This thing is healing me.'

'Stop this,' Haunt warned her.

'I can't move, but I think I'll be able to, soon. It's making me strong.'

Ben told himself this was Frog's cheerful optimism, though it sounded more like a threat coming from this bloated creature.

'You didn't think so before,' Polly reminded her. 'You wanted to... to hurt yourself.'

Frog nodded. Her new double chins wobbled like jellies.

'Yeah, well... swings and roundabouts, I guess.'

'My dear,' said the Doctor. He alone was acting as if everything was fine, with no cause for alarm. 'I can see you're excited, but you're really not well, no. Not well at all. You should be resting.'

'So you don't wanna know my news, then?' she said, almost shyly.

Everyone waited expectantly. Ben could tell Frog was savouring this, the centre of attention at last.

'This webset. It ain't Lindey's...'

'Duh,' said Shade. 'I had hers.'

'...but it's not Denni's either.'

Ben felt a tingle drive up his spine.

Frog chuckled. 'It's Shel's.'

She got, Ben imagined, her desired reaction. Everyone stared first at her, then at each other, transfixed.

'Shel's?' Haunt's face was stony.

'Uh-huh.'

'But he's a cyborg, an artificial intelligence,' Haunt argued.

'How could he wear the web like the rest of us?'

'He didn't,' said the Doctor. 'Such enfeebling devices reduce the whole tract of human experience to a digital impression, a stream of ones and zeroes.' He chuckled. 'Since Shel's mind functions digitally also, I imagine he would interface with the webset far more efficiently.'

'Think you mean, used used to interface,' said Frog, with a crafty smile. 'He's dead.' to interface,' said Frog, with a crafty smile. 'He's dead.'

Creben stared. 'Dead? How?'

'He was ripped to shreds by the statues and flushed down some big gla.s.s toilet.'

'So they got him too,' said Polly.

'Good riddance,' muttered Shade.

Frog tutted. 'Oh, but was it?'

'Could you just skip the mystery theatre,' Haunt snapped.

'Say what you've got to say.'

'He didn't put a foot wrong. Not once, from start to finish.'

Frog seemed to have sobered up suddenly. Her fingers stroked the webset. 'Being Shel was weird. Boring. No feelings, no thoughts, just reactions, decisions. Then he got sick, confused... couldn't speak.' Frog looked at the Doctor.

'That panel he wasted. I think he was trying to tell you something. And he didn't run far before they got him. They were hiding in the dark, a whole bunch.'

No one said anything for a few moments, trying to make sense of the revelations.

'But...' Haunt looked like her view of the world had clouded over. 'But if he wasn't here to set this up, what was he doing here?'

The Doctor, who had remained surprisingly quiet, broke in at last. 'There still remains the issue of the well-placed traitor in a position of authority. Perhaps Shel was in fact investigating that person.' His eyes narrowed. 'Or one of their agents.' that person.' His eyes narrowed. 'Or one of their agents.'

Agents? Ben looked nervously around the huddle of soldiers.