The Lone Dalek
By Gerard Luft
Chapter One
A wheezing and groaning sound filled the middle of a massive room filled with book shelves. A few books fell from their shelves, and a sudden wind blew stacks of paper about. Slowly a tall blue box with a light atop it materialized. The door opened and am old bearded man dressed in a worn leather coat and herring bone scarf emerged from it.
"The Library!" He exclaimed as his water green eyes set in his wrinkled face gazed about. "A whole world filled with books. How I wish I could have visited it in better times."
"You came at the perfect time," said a man in Black brandishing a large pistol. He raised up his left arm revealing a wide leather bracelet on it. "You came when I was here."
"Good grief! A Time Agent. I'm terribly sorry, but I don't have time to deal with you. I'm terribly busy."
"Time Lord TTC Capsule stuck in the form of an Earth Police Box, circa AD 1950? I've got a warrant for your arrest, Doctor. It is Doctor, isn't it?"
"No more," growled the old man.
"You're wanted for war crimes."
"You've got the wrong Time Lord. I've done everything in my power to reduce collateral damage in my battles with the Daleks."
"Tell it to the Shadow Proclamation. Move that way."
The Time Agent led the Doctor through a door into a series of office. They reached a door which the Doctor was going to enter, but the agent said, "Stop there! Your ammo belt, please."
The Doctor removed his leather coat, revealing a worn white shirt and equally worn waistcoat. A bandolier crossed his chest, empty save for a red tipped, metal wand. He slowly removed it and handed it to the agent.
The agent tossed the ammo belt upon a nearby desk and motioned the Doctor into the next office. Except for a desk and chair, it was stripped bare, save for a desk and chair.
"With all I've heard of you," said the agent, "I really thought you'd put up more of a fight."
With that, he closed the door and locked it.