Doctor Who_ Ten Little Aliens Part 7

'You have a deathwish,' she said.

'If it is so dangerous, why are you training close by?'

'It's still Earth s.p.a.ce.' Haunt smiled tightly. 'Our destiny is in the stars, the pioneers used to say.'

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. 'Well, that's a fine sentiment, yes. Ours too is in the stars, and really, Marshal, look at us.' He t.i.ttered to himself. 'An old man, a boy... and somewhere nearby, I hope, a young girl. Can we be much of a threat to you and your men, hmm? Can we?'

IV.

Polly checked the rocky mouth to this latest pa.s.sageway for one of her piles of stones, for some sign she'd been walking round in circles. She would've taken the news as a comfort, that this place wasn't big enough to get truly lost in. But her hands met nothing except cold wet stone, and the tickle of the flea-things that jumped and skittered about in the gloom.

They made Polly's flesh crawl, as if they were swarming all over her, just as the glowing weed crowded over the rocky roof above, dimly lighting her way. She felt she could be under the sea.

But as she entered the new tunnel, she realised a new light was seeping into her view. Polly caught her breath. There was a window in the rock. She supposed it must be some kind of gla.s.s but it was smearless, free of all distortion. Through it she could see a night sky beautiful and brilliant with stars.

They looked like diamonds, like she could stick out her hand and take one in her palm.

Not under the sea then. In s.p.a.ce.

'We're definitely in a galaxy very distant from the Earth's.

Very distant indeed.'

Polly took a deep breath and turned away from the window, willed herself to stay calm. The TARDIS had brought her here. The TARDIS would take her away again. All she had to do was find it.

Instead, she found two people crossing her path stealthily along an adjoining tunnel: a black woman with the most amazing blonde dreadlocks, and a man following on behind her. Both were armed to the teeth.

Seeing the man in profile revealed a nose that had surely been broken a half-dozen times. As he shot a glance up her'

tunnel, Polly thought she could see the faintest of c.o.c.ky smiles on his face. She s.h.i.+vered, reminded of the type of bruiser that had ha.s.sled her so many times in bars and clubs all over London. So many close calls...

She pressed herself up against the wall, hoping the pair wouldn't notice her in the shadowy mouth of the tunnel.

Were they hunting for her? Polly wished now she hadn't chosen to wear what was probably the only s.p.a.cesuit in daffodil yellow in the universe.

The two figures walked past with only a cursory glance down the tunnel that hid Polly, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was alone again. All alone. Except of course, for however many others there could be waiting for her down here.

Polly bit her lip. Once she was sure the couple were too far away to hear her, she crossed into their tunnel and crept down it in the opposite direction. Soon she came to a gaping hole in the rock to her right, a side-tunnel that twisted off into the darkness. She decided to take it. The roof was higher than in some of the others, and the abundance of weed made it lighter, less claustrophobic.

But as she moved cautiously through it, a slow, rhythmic sound ebbed into her ears. A hissing, throbbing, pulsating noise, weird and alien.

The walls seemed to s.h.i.+ft and s.h.i.+mmer around her. A bright blue light seeped in to the tunnel like water into a sewer, and with it a strange kind of noise, almost like a pressure in her ears. Polly felt giddy, nauseous. For a second she was acutely homesick, remembering late-night London spinning her its sights and sounds, reeling in drunkenness as she staggered with friends in search of a cab, night-life neon reflected in dark street puddles. Moving on to the next party, the logical next step of the night.

This was the sound of something starting.

Polly found herself staggering now, wobbling as if in towering heels towards the blue light.

V.

Ben breathed a sigh of relief as Haunt stalked back over to join Roba and Shel by the body in the chair.

'All right,' she announced with bad grace. 'Seems we're landed with some refugees.'

'Refugees...' The black giant, Roba, considered, then nodded. 'State of those 'suits they're wearing, I'll buy that.'

Ben glanced at the Doctor. Under any other circ.u.mstances, the look of outrage on his face would've been hilarious.

'Seems the Spooks opened fire on them, here on the fringes,' said Haunt.

Roba nodded. 'Figures. "No human shall feel secure... "

Just like they said. Stepping up the terror campaign.'

Shel looked over at the bodies hunched up on the dais.

'While the ones they're after are right here?'

'They must must be part of the simulation,' Haunt said dismissively. be part of the simulation,' Haunt said dismissively.

'This one is branded too,' said Shel quietly, crouching over the grisly alien corpse in the chair. He had raised the bloodstained robe from its shoulder and was indicating something in the flesh beneath. 'Pentagon coding. It's Pallemar all right, he's been chipped. No one can forge these data codes.'

'So this really is DeCaster's Ten-strong? And all dead?'

Roba looked at Shel. No way. 'You're kidding me, right?'

Shel shook his head. As he showed Roba and Haunt whatever his handheld gadget was showing, Ben turned to the Doctor.

'We have to find Polly and get out of here.'

'Quite so, my boy,' the Doctor said vaguely. He was looking intently at his surroundings as if taking them in properly for the first time.

'Where do you think she went, Doctor? I mean, how can she just have disappeared?'

'She didn't,' the Doctor informed him curtly. 'There must be a concealed exit here somewhere. This chamber was sealed, airtight.' He sighed. 'In any case... as I said to Marshal Haunt, we require the a.s.sistance of our soldier friends if we are to find her. I very much doubt they will let us go looking by ourselves.'

Ben felt sick. 'How come the TARDIS doors won't open?'

'I don't know, my boy,' the Doctor confessed. 'That humming noise that started up when the doors opened... I believe it was some kind of generator, setting up the force field you see around these bodies.'

Ben felt foolish. 'I thought that was gla.s.s or something.'

'No,' said the Doctor. 'It's a protective enclosure, triggered no doubt by the rush of air into the room. In the vacuum the bodies couldn't decay. This mechanism was designed to react to anyone entering this room through that doorway.'

'But why?'

The Doctor hushed him. He was listening again to the huddle of commandos.

Haunt was looking at the bodies again. 'We'd better contact Cellmek at the Academy, tell him to let everyone go home early,' she said dryly. 'The Empire's most wanted have saved us the bother of hunting them down. They've killed themselves and kindly put themselves on display for army inspection.'

'What about them two.' Roba scowled at the two strangers.

Ben saw the Doctor nod politely as if greeting the vicar.

Haunt raised her comms bracelet to her mouth. 'Frog.'

'Marshal.'

'Join us in here. Move.' Haunt turned to Shel and Roba.

'Frog can take them back to the s.h.i.+p. Meanwhile, we'll warn the others to watch out for this girl, and anyone else out there.'

'Seems this lump of rock is getting awful crowded,' Roba rumbled. Ain't it meant to be just us and a couple of droids?'

'And they're still out there,' Shel said quietly. 'Programmed to kill. We can't shut them off.'

Haunt swore. 'Wrong... everything about this is wrong.'

It didn't take Polly long to find the source of the weird blue light. She came to a tottering halt before a lip of rock jutting out into a huge cavern, staring dreamily at an ethereal cyan sea rolling along both the floor and the ceiling far below.

'Light waves,' she murmured happily.

It was an incredible display. The intensity of the light was growing stronger as the 'waves' grew fiercer. Reaching and rebounding against the far walls of the cavern the light seemed to splash out into the air. The spray from the oceans above and below mingled in the middle and crackled with energy. They were forming shapes, numbers, weird mathematical equations. And although the amount of spray seemed to be growing greater, Polly saw that the value of the numbers was getting smaller.

'Like counting down the hit parade,' she said with a familiar thrill of excitement.

Suddenly she frowned. On the far side of the freaky projection, she saw movement. A figure, blurred and hazy, moved stealthily among the rocks.

Polly tried to focus on the figure but the radio static in her head was growing louder, a near-deafening pressure that continued to build. She leaned back against the tunnel wall.

A part of her told her that it wasn't safe to stay here, that she should go back, but while she tried to concentrate on the words they were lost over the raging of the unnatural sea.

Close by, over the noise, she heard a low, powerful whine, like a dozen flashbulbs charging up. She frowned. Was someone going to take her picture? She looked down at herself, saw a smear of dirt on the bright yellow leg of her s.p.a.cesuit, crouched to brush it clean.

She shrieked as a blast of heat singed her hair and an explosion threw her forward along with half of the wall behind her. She gasped with pain, as the stinging wet slap of her palms against the gritty tunnel floor broke the spell she'd been under. Polly looked up to see a huge, hovering shadow wreathed in smoke from the explosion. Red laser eyes shone into her own, blinding her. With a squeak of Polly scrambled up and ran.

She heard the building charge of the flashbulbs again.

Chapter Four.

While the Light Lasts

I.

Ben joined the Doctor as he walked stiffly over to join the two troopers, raising his hands to show he meant them no harm.

Addressing Roba, he nodded back at the monsters on the dais. 'I take it, young man, that you recognise these poor, unfortunate creatures here?'

'Unfortunate?' Roba looked like the Doctor had just spat at his mother. 'What're you talking about, unfortunate?'

'Well, of course, unfortunate only in that... Well, they are dead, after all,' the Doctor bl.u.s.tered.

'Wouldn't have them any other way,' Roba hissed. 'Schirr sc.u.m.'

The Doctor looked at him sharply. 'Ah, but the manner of their death. Held in stasis for all to see. What of that, hmm?'

'Keep quiet,' Haunt said warningly.

The Doctor turned to Shel, whose eyes met his own. 'It's bothering you you, sir, is it not? These creatures are not fake, they are real flesh...' He turned up his nose distastefully at the crimson mess at their feet. 'And real blood, of course.'

Roba clenched his fists. 'Look, man -'

The Doctor raised his voice, losing patience, acting as if the hulk of a man was just some upstart kid speaking out of turn in the old boy's cla.s.sroom. 'Surely you don't think all nine of these Schirr creatures stood here on their dais waiting patiently to be shot until the last man retaliated, hmm?'

A thought occurred to Ben. 'And what about that stasis field thing you mentioned, Doctor,' he said, pleased to have found something to contribute. He shrugged at Haunt.

'Triggered by you you lot coming in here, ain't that right, Doctor!' lot coming in here, ain't that right, Doctor!'

Haunt frowned. 'What?'