The Doctor stuck his head threw the door and immediately snatched it back again as something flew at him and struck the Tardis door.
"Martha, we're under attack!" he said shaking some of the debris of the flying object form his hair. Martha stepped towards him and wiped a piece off it from his shoulder before grinning and opening the Tardis door, looking at where the flying object had smacked the Tardis.
"Under attack you said?" she asked and the Doctor nodded. Martha ducked down and scooped a handful of somethig off the floor before showing it to the Doctor.
"What from snowballs?" she laughed as she walked out of the Tardis.
"Snowballs? Oooohhhh." said the Doctor as he walked out and saw the snow covered woods around them.
"Yeah" he heard Martha say before something hit the side of his head "snowballs" she laughed as he shook snow from his head for a second time. She pointed over at the retreating backs of a group of kids who were running away.
"Oh." he said again a embarrassed smile gracing his face.
"Soooooo where are we exactly?" asked Martha shivering slightlyas she put her hands in her pockets. The Doctor leaned his head back slightly and sniffed the air
"Erm, smells like Alaska and it is..." and hear he stuck his tongue out and tasted the atmosphere
"I'd say March... 20...87 no 89. Yes, Alaska March 208-" but he broke off and his face dropped into serious lines as his head whipped round from side to side before he looked east and his eyes took on a distant gaze.
"There's something in the air, something wrong. Something...in the air." he tailed off and suddenly a loud beepeing cracked the still air. Quickly but fumbling slightly he pulled the sonic screwdriver from his pocket and held it up, brow furrowed. along it's side three tiny red lights were flashing on and off as the beeping continued. The Doctor held it to his ear and listened intently as Martha looked on confused.
"oh that's bad. That's extrememly very not good at all. Let's go and poke it with a stick." he murmured before darting off, following some kind of signal that the screwdriver was sending him.
"Doctor! Doctor where are you- oh not again!" Martha cried before taking off after him.
It looked like it as going to be one of those days.
"Warning. Danger ahead. No unauthorised entrance. Keep out." said the Docotor still holding his beeping screwdriver.
"You're going in anyway aren't you?" sighed Martha and the Doctor just grinned at her before using the sonic to snap open the lock on the eight foot metal gate infornt of them. The pair walked through the gate and looked around.
"Nothing. Whole lot of nothing?" said the Doctor sounding almost cheated. It was true. Before them simply lay a very flat, very snowy ad verfy empty expansion of land.
"But that doesn't make sense!" muttered an incensed Doctor taking a few more steps forwards.
Andd that was when the alarm went off.
'Here we go' thought Martha as suddenly people in dark uniforms with even darker guns came out of apparently no where.
"DO NOT MOVE! STAY WHERE YOU ARE AND SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!" yelled a very serious looking man at the front of the group as he aimed his gun at the pair.
"You really dont want to do this..." began the Doctor as a woman snapped cuffs over his wrists and another man did the same to Martha.
"You do not speak. Let's go" said the apparent leader and they all marched forwards into the emptiness.
"System control this is Sierra Team one, we need entrance." spoke the man into his comms piece and the whole stretch of air in front of them shuddered slowly but surely a stretch of cold grey was revealed, inch by inch as if a garage door was being raised. Finally a square opening appeared as if hovering in thin air, Through it the Doctor could see a long stretch of corridor.
"What is that then? Because it's not a perception filter is it? No, I would have seen through a percetion filter, so what are you usi ugh!" he finished grunting as the dark skinned man who was apparenly in charge rammed the butt of his gun into the Doctor's stomach.
"I said YOU DO NOT SPEAK!" He shouted as Martha yelled
"Oi!"
"You as well!" he shoutd at Martha as two guards pulled the Doctor upright again "Let's go!" he ordered and the whole group of guards and now Martha and the Doctor marched off down the long impossibley there corridor.
It really did seem to be turning into one of those days.
oh yes. Definitely one of those days.
"Keep out it said. All you had to do was keep out!" ranted Martha as she paced up and down the small cell that she and the Docor had been placed into.
"my screwdriver" muttered the Doctor folornly as he had been every few minutes since they had been put into the cell and the black guard who had arrested them in the first place had taken his screwdriver away from him.
"You and that blooddy screwdriver were what got us here to start with!" said Martha irrately before flopping down on the cold bench beside the Doctor.
"Who are they?" she said to herself but of course the Doctor answered as she knew he would.
"Private security, probably para or ex-military personel who are available for higher and they have in fact been hired by a one 'Delacourt & Snyden; research and development labs." he rattled off without even breathing and Martha couldnt help but chuckle
"Oh you're just making stuff up now!" she said but the Doctor simply held up a small white card.
"I happen to be an incredible pickpocket even with handcuffs on." he smirked slightly but the smirk fell as he confessed "grabbed an ID badge by mistake when I was going for the key."
Martha saw him shift slightly and wince and at once her annyance was taken over by her medical training induced sympathetic side.
"You ok? Anything broken?" she asked remembering the crack of the gun hitting him.
"Nah, I'm fine, just twinges when they're healing." he said before leaping to the bars as the dorr to the room containing the cell opened slowly.
"Follow my lead." he hissed at Martha who had come to join him.
As the door opened four peope entered the room. The first was the black guard from the gate who glowered at the Doctor and Martha. The next was an oily looking man in a oily looking black suite who looked down his long nose at the pair in the cell. Behind Mr. Oily was an equally slimy looking man, yet this one was shorter, older and was wearing a white lab coat. Finally behind Oily and Slimy was another guard, a tall, pale, muscualr man who looked positively bored with the situation.
"Well it's about time!" snapped the Doctor uncharacteristically sharply and all eyes landed on him.
More soon Sweeties,
Geronimo xx