When Jake had signed on with the Unified Intelligence Taskforce, he had expected to be in the field, actually fighting threats to the human race and planet earth. What he hadn't been expecting was that he would be made to dress all in black and sent on a recon, spy mission.
Jake had signed on with UNIT almost a year ago, after the Sontaran Stratagem had failed. During the relocation of the Earth, and the Dalek invasion, he had been fortunate enough to be at the central headquarters in Geneva, which had no come under attack during the invasion.
He looked up from his work quickly to make sure that he hadn't been followed.
'Greyhound 62! What are you doing? Get moving! We don't have much time!'
Jake cringed at the shout of his supervisor in his ear.
He muttered back, 'I'm doing the best I can.'
Worried he had been heard, he looks up again. The room was circular with a big white desk in the middle. Why he was wearing the traditional black uniform and red beret in a white room was beyond him. He turned back to what he was working on.
'Greyhound 62! Jake! We've got targets converging on your postion!'
Jake started to work faster. He had to get the data downloaded before the attack came.
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Back at UNIT headquarters, Greyhound 63 watched as Jake's blip moved around the room, gathering up his equipment. He was also keeping an eye on the red blips that represented the targets heading towards the circular room.
Suddenly, a red blip disappeared, then another. The last one remained for a second longer, and then went out.
'Jake! We have a problem! Get out of there now!'
Where was the general when he needed him?
'Roger that!' Came the response, 'Moving now…'
Greyhound 63 watched as his best friend's dot started out of the room, and then it went out.