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The storage unit was silent. Various pieces of machinery sat around the room, which was drenched in darkness.
The silence was broken by a wheezing groan, and light spilt across the room, as the TARDIS materialised in the corner of the room. The Doctor and Clara stepped out, sending a cloud of dust into the air. Clara began to choke.
"Doctor!" She cried. The Doctor wrapped a handkerchief around his mouth, and stumbled towards a metal bulkhead set into the wall opposite. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and thrust it into the door control panel. An insistent buzzer struck up, and the Doctor slammed a button on the panel, the door whipping open. The Doctor and Clara stumbled out into the corridor, gasping for air. They looked up and stared down the barrels of two machine guns, held in huge hands of a young man and woman.
"You really do bring me to the nicest places Doctor." Clara muttered. The Doctor straightened up and fixed his bow tie.
"Hello!" He said, rather jovially. "Wonderful to see you!". He grabbed the two strangers hands, shaking them vigorously. He pulled a black wallet, containing the Doctor's psychic paper, from his pocket, and waved it in front of their faces.
"We're from Health and Safety." He said. The woman ripped the wallet from his hand, and scrutinised it carefully.
"Oh." She said, apparently satisfied, before handing the wallet back. The Doctor smiled and put it away.
"We expected you here three weeks ago." The woman said, slinging her gun across her back. The man beside her did the same. "
"Bit of a hold up back at HQ." The Doctor said, clapping his hands. "So. What do you call this place?".
The woman looked confused.
"I thought you were from Health and Safety?" She said looking between the Doctor and Clara suspiciously.
"We are. We are... Testing you. Standard protocol." The Doctor said. The woman nodded slowly.
"We work for the Torchwood Archive." She said, leaning back.
"Excellent." The Doctor said, wagging a finger at her.
"So what do we call you?" Clara said, looking at the two strangers.
"I'm Ana. Ana Rodrovich. This is Scotty Ridley, our weapons specialist." She said, pointing to her friend. He nodded at the Doctor and Clara, but did not speak.
"He doesn't say much, does he?" The Doctor said, glancing at Ana.
"He's an elective mute." She said, eliciting a small 'ah' from the Doctor. Ana's walkie talkie squawked, and a rough voice came from it.
"Ana, did you find the intruders?" It said. Ana pulled it from her belt, and spoke into it.
"Yes sir." She spoke into the device. "They say they're from Health and Safety.".
A chuckle came from the walkie talkie.
"Since when did Torchwood have Health and Safety?" The voice laughed. Ana spoke back into it.
"They have impeccable credentials, sir." She said, glancing over the Doctor and Clara.
"Well bring them up, and let me get a look at 'em." The voice had a deep American drawl.
Ana turned the device off, and put it onto her belt again.
"This way." She said, pointing back up the corridor behind her. They started to walk along the corridor.
"Who was that? On the walkie talkie." Clara said, looking at Ana.
Without turning around, Ana answered.
"The voice of God." She said, with a degree of contempt.
AN: This is my first proper fanfiction. Please leave a review. :-)