THE RUN FOR ROSE
CHAPTER 8: Freeze!
Meanwhile, in the stable, Jane was having worries of her own. She entered the darkened barn, shining her torch in each of the stalls. The horses were all either quietly crunching their hay or simply looking curiously over their stall doors at her. There was no indication that anything had ever been wrong–which lead Jane to believe, after hearing the screams of the horses earlier, that something wasn’t quite right.
Walking along the right hand row of stalls, she played the light’s beam over every inch of the barn. Shining the light at the very end of the aisle, she stopped in mid-stride, her jaw hanging open. Jane gripped the rifle more tightly and stealthily approached the object which caused her wary reaction.
In a cellar in the heart of London, the cowled figure watched the Tardis land. He chuckled throatily and said with satisfaction, “Come, Doctor. Come into my little web. You think you are so very clever, but not clever enough…not enough. Soon. Soon I shall rule this miserable planet and then, it will be the universe at my beck and call–for all of eternity. But first, I want to make you suffer, Time Lord. As you once made me suffer.”
Jane raised the rifle, standing well back from the object of her extreme attention. She knew what it was, but she wasn’t about to take any chances. At the far end of the barn, stood the large blue police box she knew was the Doctor’s spaceship. Rather abruptly, the door swung inward and a tall beefy thug in a black leather jacket came charging out, carrying some kind of strange looking machinery. Jane’s finger tightened on the trigger. “Freeze!” She yelled.
The man stopped dead in his tracks and, raising an eyebrow, grinned at her. “Erm, yes, it is freezing in here. You should get some proper central heating.” Jane stepped back but kept the gun’s sights trained on his chest. He just looked at her, seemingly unconcerned, “Uh, I’d raise my hands, but if I drop this,” he indicated with a nod of his head, the electronic device he was holding, “there would be a very loud bang, and I believe that I’ve upset your horses quite enough for one day–not to mention that this entire barn could possibly be blown to bits instantly. It’s rather delicate, you see.” He squinted at Jane in the murky light. “You know, you seem somehow familiar. Who are you?”
Not bothering to lower her weapon, Jane replied, “I think that’s my line.” The man looked unconvincingly chagrined. “Whoops. Sorry. Always seem to get that part wrong.” He shrugged. “Okay, I haven’t much time to work with here, so,” he shrugged, smiling, “take me to your leader. That is the right line, isn’t it? Mind you, it’s a bit of a tired cliché, but, ‘whatever’, as you American’s say.” Seeming to be oblivious to the rifle, the man breezed past her. “Okay, then, lead on.” He opened the barn door, with Jane on his heels. “By the way,” he said with his back to her, “I’m the Doctor.”
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