Chapter 1 Fowl Play?
Captain Holly Short was having a fine day until she received reports of a panic in Police Plaza. Being the only female in LEPRecon, she often got stuck with doing the most mundane tasks. She had hoped that that would stop after the Fowl affair, but she hadn't hoped to be tasked with something like this.
Commander Root strode into her tiny office, holding up a sheaf of papers. "Foaly wants to see you, Short."
Holly didn't even look up. "Yes? What about?"
"Something about a human Police Box from the 1960's landing in the center of Police Plaza."
This time, Holly looked up. "A… human police box?"
"That's right, Short. And I want you to go take a look. Foaly wants to see you first, and brief you on it." Root took a long draw on his cigar, then let the smoke drift across the room. "And you know why I want you to go look at it."
"Fowl?" said Holly. She was entirely focused now, her head up from the mountain of papers left over from the Fowl Affair. "You think that Fowl would be so utterly daft as to press his luck with us by parking a 1960's POLICE BOX in the center of our fairy civilization? Fowl doesn't even know where we live, or he would have come after us ages ago instead of stealing some alcoholic sprite's copy of the Book!"
Root nodded. "Yes. That being said, I want you to go take a look at it. To me, it seems like the very thing that Fowl would do! And despite the fact that the technology may seem impossible for Fowl to have done, I still want you to take care of it. Are you running hot?"
Holly nodded.
"Really?"
"Yessir. I won't make that mistake again, not after the Fowl Affair. I topped off two days ago, and haven't done anything but heal a minor bruise or two." She looked almost abashed, but technically, the Fowl Affair had been partly her fault.
"Good. Now go see Foaly." When Holly protested, Root put his foot down. "And that's an order, Short."
With a minimum of grumbling, Holly got out of her chair, tidied up her desk, snapped a quick salute, then went off to see Foaly.
When she got to Foaly's command pod, she found the centaur already elbow deep in supplies.
"Oh, hello Holly!" he said, greeting her cheerfully. "I'm glad that Root sent you!" he straightened up with a gun and holster in his hand, which he placed on the table next to him. He straightened his tinfoil hat, then handed the gun to Holly. "Neutrino 2000. You used this during the Fowl Affair, correct?"
Holly nodded, and strapped the gun holster to her waist. She checked the gun, hefting it a few times in her palm, then returned it to its holster. "Anything else?"
"Let's see…" Foaly said, pulling a helmet off of a rack. "Standard issue, nothing really fancy. Standard camera and mike on top, whisper activated mike for you, gel speakers, computer link with a holographic display. A bit nicer than what you had during the fowl affair, but nothing really fancy." He tossed the helmet to Holly. She didn't put it on right away, but held it loosely in the crook of her arm. "We also have a locator for you, in case Fowl tries something funny and kidnaps you again," he threw her what looked like a black wristwatch, "And… that's about it, I'm afraid. That's all I've been authorized to give you."
He leaned over and gave her a hug. "Good luck, Holly. My techs have been trying to get in there all day, and we've had no luck. It's no ordinary police box. And that means that whoever is inside it…"
"Is no ordinary person." Finished Holly. For the first time since getting the assignment, she felt nervous.'
Holly drew her gun and approached the tall blue box. The elfin techs that had been surrounding it, running all sorts of sensors all over it trying to get it open stepped away from the elf with the gun. She pulled on her helmet and mirrored her visor. It was a 'just-in-case' sort of thing, but if this was Fowl, she didn't want to take any chances. She raised a hand to the door, and knocked.
Nothing happened for a moment. She raised her hand to knock, and suddenly the door opened. She jumped back and raised her gun. Stepping out of the box was a tall man wearing black boots and pants, a light colored shirt, red suspenders and bow tie, and a tweed jacket. He had brown hair so dark it was almost black, styled like an out-of-control comb over, but this young man wasn't going bald.
He looked around, his eyes wide, until his eyes landed on Holly and her gun. "Oh." He said. "Amy, Rory, come out here." Two other humans came out of the box, a male and a female. The woman was also tall and thin, with bright red hair, a nondescript short-sleeve shirt, and a very mini skirt. Holly assumed that this was Amy. The man, who Holly assumed was Rory, was, as the other two were, tall and thin, with light brown short hair, jeans and sneakers, a long-sleeved t-shirt and a black vest jacket.
"Uhhhhh, Doctor?" said Rory. "What's going on?"
"Yeah." Added Amy. "Where exactly are we?"
"I have absolutely no idea…" he said, slowly stepping forward and closing the door behind him. "This is very not good." He reached into his jacket to pull something out, but Holly didn't let him. She flicked the setting of her gun to a medium stun, and shot him. He stared at her for a moment, then collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
"What have you done?" cried Amy, she ran at Holly, but Holly just calmly shot her too. She collapsed to the ground in front of where the Doctor lay. Rory slowly raised his hands in surrender, but Holly wasn't taking any chances. She fired one last time. Rory collapsed to the ground as well.
Activating her mike, Holly whispered, "This is Captain Short. I have prisoners, interrogation is suggested." There was a pause, an affirmative, and Holly sat down to wait for the Retrieval squad to come in.