Everyone looked from the newcomer to Connor and back to the Newcomer, a surprised look on their faces at not only how the newcomer had arrived but how Connor presumably knew him. The police phone box was a huge contrast to the surroundings, a dark blue upon grey walls and dirty grey concrete floors. The man had now stepped out of the box and seemed determined to match it as he was wearing a blue suit; the only thing that separated him from the phone booth was the brown overcoat he was wearing. His thick, brown hair was messy, and he had a smile on his face that stretched from ear to ear as if he knew every single one of them personally. In fact he probably did. His grin widened even more when he saw Connor. Although they were unacquainted, he recognised him as someone he could talk techno-jargon to without confusing them.
"Connor, who is this man? How do you know him?" Matt asked incredulously.
"Do you not watch TV?" The science geek replied.
"Well of course… wait, are you telling me that this is some sort of superstar who just happened to appear right here in a 1960's phone box?"
"No, obviously. Have you never seen Doctor Who?" Connor asked still staring at the man in the blue suit.
"What has that got to do with anything?" Becker asked.
"Well this is the Doctor."
"Yeah, of course, whatever." One of the soldiers snickered to one of his mates, though too loudly.
"It is; I'm telling you! The noise, the box, the suit, the hair style, even the appearance. He is the Doctor." He looked around. Even Abby was looking sceptically at him. "Look I know it is a TV show, but how else do you explain it?"
"Well, I can help with that." The strange man said, "Connor is right I believe… Matt. I am the Doctor, and of how to explain it, lets just say the good Mr. Davies likes to make biographies about my adventures. Not that I'm complaining, I rather like the whole business. Of course, Davies and I go way back. Saved his car from a rampaging Oob once…long story." Everyone looked shocked at him, except Connor who looked on the verge of fainting as his dreams came true. "Right what have we here?" The Doctor asked, straight to business, though still with a huge smile across his face.
"Well we have an anomaly here, but this seems different to the ones we normally deal with." Connor informed him, earning a harsh glance from everyone in the room since he had just given away top secret information to a stranger.
"Ah yes; the whole anomaly business. With creatures from the past and the future pouring through into this time. I know all about your work, please stop pointing your gun at me Becker, it is quite obtrusive." His comment was aimed at the soldier, as he had raised his rifle at the Doctor as he walked forward. The soldier lowered his gun immediately with a look of shock on his face. The Time Lord smiled, almost as if reading his mind.
"I know all of you, Connor, Matt, Becker and Abby. How are you? How's Rex? Good that's what I like to hear." He didn't even let Abby speak before answering his own question, so to speak. "Oh now that, that right there is a nice little anomaly. Well, I say little, I mean medium. Well, I say medium… Oh, what's that you've got there? They won't work on this. This is far too powerful, but I don't think you need to worry, I doubt anything can come through here." He waved his sonic screwdriver towards the anomaly and the team heard the high pitched pulsating noise emitting from it. Then the Doctor ate his words as the anomaly twitched a little as something came through. "Hmm, okay, it's not the first time I've been wrong, but how I do hate being wrong, especially with something like this."
The soldiers and the team all raised their weapons at the thing emerging through. The Doctor again waved his screwdriver as he could tell they were about to shoot. The screwdriver picked up what he was looking for. He knew where this led, and he knew who was coming through, as the Professor had already told him about this man. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Some of them listened and lowered their guns, but as Connor saw the shape come through he accidentally pulled the trigger too far back. The weapon fired.
"What the fuck!" The shot hit the man, who was now drawing his pistol, square on his chest. Everyone stared in shock as the man was unfazed by the voltage hitting him. Then the Doctor saw Becker heighten the voltage to medium phase and aimed at the man who was aiming at Connor.
"You really don't want to do that."
"Drop your weapon! This is your only chance! Lower it now!" The man didn't comply; instead he shifted his aim to Becker. They couldn't see much for the light of the anomaly was surrounding and engulfing him, making him look like a silhouette, for all they knew, it could be a woman.
"For the last time lower your weapon!" Becker demanded.
"Drop it now!" Matt shouted. Other soldiers were now aiming again. The could-be-man still didn't comply, or speak for that matter, just stood rock still aiming his pistol at Becker. Under his breath the Doctor muttered: they never listen, why do they never listen? They never listen to me! The distinctive pop of the strange weapons was heard and they saw the blue bolt zip across from Matt's rifle and hit the man square in the shoulder. He was pushed back a little, but that was it after that. The man corrected his stance, but this time he holstered his weapon and stood straight. The Doctor slapped his forehead with the palm of his right hand and shook his head, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. But he was surprised; the man did not come charging down straight for Matt. Instead, he walked slowly and purposely forwards until he was right in front of Matt. Then with astonishing speed lamped him square in the jaw. Matt span round, a faded look in his eyes and fell to the floor unconscious.
"Does anyone else not want to heed a wise mans advice!" The man snarled. The Doctor shook his head. The man looked around; every gun was still trained on him. "Do you never fucking learn?" He screamed. "Put your fucking toys down now before I rip your God-damn fucking arms off!" Everyone stepped back as his eyes lit up, literally. They lowered their weapons apart from one of the soldiers who kept his trained on him either because of fear or because he wanted to look hard. The man walked up towards soldier and stared up the barrel until the man finally lowered it.
"Thank you, now can we have some civility please?" The man asked. Becker looked the man up and down. He was heavily armed. He was dressed in black boots, black combats and a black leather sleeveless jacket. His muscular arms showed and the large dragon tattoo twirled around his arm. A pair of black gauntlets of a composite of some kind covered his hands and forearms. On his back he carried a vertical quiver of arrows and a little stub thing in a sheath at the side of it and a sword on the other side at an angle from the left. He also had backpack slung over the right. In a thigh holster was one of the largest pistols he had ever seen; at least a 12mm pistol that fired 35 calibre rifle rounds. If one of those slugs hit you, you wouldn't half know about it, he thought. His eyes had now dimmed again, he noticed.
"Oh come on, Voldan, do you really need to be all self-righteous? Just introduce yourself." The man, now revealed to be Voldan stared at the Doctor, a hint of hostility in his eyes.
"Fine, my name is Voldan, as the Doc quoted, Voldan Galdro. Now is anyone else going to try to kill me with toys? Come on, seriously!" He caught the eye of the blonde girl and flushed a little. He walked up to the Doctor. "Why didn't you tell me there was a lady present?"
"Well you didn't really give me a chance did you?" The Doctor replied. With a slight smile across his face, the Professor had told him he was uneasy around women, especially good looking ones like the one in the room.
"So you come from the future?" Connor asked him.
"What? What do you mean?" Voldan asked; a furrow in his eyebrows. Connor held up his Date Calendar expecting him to know what it was. In fact Voldan did, but he didn't give the man the satisfaction. Connor grinned.
"I have a nifty device called a Date Calendar; it displays the dates of the anomalies so we can check what era or time it leads to."
"Right, Okay, yes I am from the future."
"The year 2691, right?" Connor asked with an ambivalent expression on his face.
"What's the world like?" One of the soldiers asked intrigue in his eyes.
"Who are you people?" Voldan asked, ignoring the querying soldier.
"You're not from around here are you?" Abby asked, intrigue in her eyes, she couldn't help but pick up his accent, it was like nothing she had ever heard before. Connor couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Voldan looked at the equipment then looked to The Doctor, who nodded as if giving permission.
"Who are you!" Voldan asked again, anger rising in his voice.
"Answer the question." Becker ordered. "If your answer is satisfactory, we will answer yours." Voldan grunted acknowledgement.
"No I am not, what gave it away?"
"You're accent for one thing; it is not from around here, and your name, I have never heard any one with the forename of Voldan before. Then there's your equipment."
"Well that is because I am definitely not from around here."
"Where are you from?" Connor asked."
"Well, he is like me." The Doctor answered, guessing that the Brilbanian wasn't going to give a straight answer.
"What a Time Lord?" Connors eyes lit up.
"What? No," Voldan looked at the Doctor with a scornful look at making him reveal where he was from. The Doctor just shrugged and smiled.
"I am from a planet called Brilbane, if you want me to describe it don't bother, if you want to see stick your head through there. Now will you tell me who you are?"
"We are a team of scientists if you like." Connor said with a friendly smile.
"Yeah, scientists with their private army. Do you think me a fool!"
"No, honestly we are scientists. We track the anomalies and lock them to stop creatures from coming through and ransacking the city." Matt said; who was rubbing his face that was now swollen. He was lucky that he didn't have a broken jaw. Or a broken neck for that matter, for Voldan could easily have done either, or both, if he had used a full-force punch. The only reason he was still alive, the only reason why any of them were alive was because he had heard the Doctor's voice.
"Hmm, I guess I can believe that. We've had a few Cretaceous era creatures come through ourselves. Annoying little bastards, although our own animals have no problem dealing with them, they are much bigger than anything your Earth could spawn."
"Well, enough of the small talk, what are we going to do with this anomaly?" Becker asked. "We can't lock it."
"Oh you needn't worry about this anomaly; I can guess that this fellow's armies are guarding it." The Doctor answered.
"Correct, and this is where I shall depart, I have my own reasons for coming through the anomaly."
"You will go nowhere." Matt said sternly, we need to find out what you are doing, we cannot allow an alien to go on a rampage through the city." He had obviously said the wrong thing as Voldan once again squared up to him. The Doctor covered his face with his hands then ran them up through his hair with a look of exasperation on his face.
"Ah, come on now, I'm sure it was a slip of the tongue, no harm done."
"Alien is a small-minded word. I despise that term." Voldan turned away, keeping hold of himself. "But as for staying here, you can go fuck yourself, I am not staying here."
"You are." Matt growled.
"Just for the moment anyway, you must understand, we have our own jobs to do and our own protocols." Connor said, acting peace-keeper. Voldan looked at him and considered for a moment.
"Fine. I shall make a compromise; I shall stay with you for a while. But my task obligates me to no more than a day, if my target goes through an anomaly and I lose him again…" He left the statement hanging so that it sunk in, then turned and walked away towards the Doctor.
Not far away was a man running through the streets of London. He was getting strange looks from the people of this planet for what he was wearing. Mind he was wearing black combats, black boots, a red tunic and a black and red-lined overcoat. Hanging from between his shoulder blades was a long curved sword and he had two pistols at his hips. Though said pistols were hidden by his overcoat. He snarled at some of the people who stopped and stared at him.
"Dude, just chill, yeah. Relax." A junkie who tried to act hard in front of his mates said. The man just stopped, drew his pistol and fired a red plasma bolt in to him, burning a hole through his belly. Then smiled as his first victim on this planet fell to the floor. His mates all drew small three inch knives. One of the kids drew an eighteen inch kitchen knife.
"You want to play 'big boys' do you?" The man snarled then laughed menacingly and drew his sabre. A flicker of blue ran up his blade, showing it wasn't an ordinary sword. The kids didn't stand a chance. The man slaughtered them where they stood, he was an excellent swordsman, not that these lads were well prepared. Blood and other body matter lay strewn about the road. The man grinned malevolently as he wiped the sword blade on one of the bodies of the teenagers, cleaning the blood from it. As he sheathed it he felt something. A quick sheet of fear ran up his spine. Twisting his body round he looked up at the derelict building and smiled. The man he had both hoped and dreaded to come for him had done so. He faced forward again as a police car screamed towards him. It screeched to a halt. And the police officers jumped out.
"Oi! Stay where you are! Put your hands on head and don't make any swift movements!"
One of them drew their asp just in case. The man did as he was told, but a smirk was on his face. Suddenly his hands glowed red and he blasted a beam of red energy into them and the vehicle. A large explosion followed. When the smoke cleared the man smiled at the crater that lay in the middle of the road. No sign of a car or two officers, apart from a wheel that was rolling down the road, could be seen. He laughed maniacally as he strutted down the street. He shot a couple of other people laughing with each kill then started running to put as much distance as he could between him and his pursuer. If Voldan was after him, he would prefer to make a game of it.
He had taken certain precautions to prolong Voldan catching up with him. He had learned to create a device to stop other people like himself from detecting him. The only person who could now was Voldan, as he was the only person now with the power to do so. Although all he could sense was his presence, not the whereabouts which gave the villain a chance of escape. But he knew that the more he used his powers the closer Voldan would get. For he would clearly sense the energy. At any rate he would probably be on his way now. The man turned and ran as fast as he could. The thought of Voldan ruining his game this early on spurred him forward.
Meanwhile back at the deserted building, Voldan had indeed sensed the surge in energy. His head snapped to the window and ran towards it. Sure enough there was a pillar of smoke rising not far away. He drew the stub-thing from the sheath attached to the dual strap quiver and looked back at the people standing there. They were all looking at the anomaly, not interested in Voldan as they had taken his word that he would go with them for a while. Voldan hated to break his word; he only would in certain situations. This was one of them. He back-stepped to the window until he felt the window-ledge touch his arse. It was then that Abby looked round towards him.
"What are you doing?" She asked pleasantly but with a hint of anxiousness. Everybody of importance's head snapped round to watch the new and strange man.
"Where are you going?" The Doctor asked. Voldan just smiled an apology then twisted and leaped out of the window. Abby and Connor sprinted over with Matt and Becker in toe just in time to see Voldan land in a crouched position like you were supposed to, then run off in to the distance.
"Look! That's where he's going!" Connor shouted pointing to the column of smoke.
"We have to get there now!" Becker shouted. He turned to the soldiers. "Move out!"
"Oh no." The Doctor muttered under his breath with his head held in his hands.
"Come on Doctor, you coming with us?" Connor enquired pleasantly.
"What me? Of course I am. Can't let you have the entire fun can I?" They all ran down stairs to the L200's then sped off to the smoke cloud.
They expected to pass Voldan on the way but he was no where in sight. It was as if he had just disappeared. Gone with the wind. This was the fastest way to the target area, and although he didn't know this place, it was instinctive to travel the easiest route. They weaved through at least four cars then nearly caused a crash as they sped through the red light, leaving a cacophony of angry horns behind them. The column of smoke was getting closer. Although they didn't know how close until they went round the corner and nearly ran Voldan down, who was standing next to a crater that was at least two cars widths wide and a Transits length long and could be no deeper than three metres. There was nothing other than a little bit of debris around that indicated a car was once here, a small blue glass shard that Connor stood on as he got out of the vehicle showed that it was the remnant of a police car. Connor whistled.
"Wow, what made this, a meteor?" He looked up as if he was looking for another one.
"It can't have been. But it must have been a lot of plastic explosive to do this sort of damage." Matt replied. Becker nodded his agreement. But the Doctor looked sceptical.
"This crater is too extended to be anything an explosive could create, unless it was controlled. But that would take too much time. Also this road has not been relayed for a while. There are no signs of disturbance. But it could have been a rocket. If fired from the right angle it could have done this damage." He turned round to look at the rooftops.
"You're all wrong. This was made by no explosives. I know what made this, and more to the point, who. This was made by explosive energy." Voldan corrected them. The high pitched buzz could be heard again as the Doctor flashed his sonic screwdriver at the crater.
"Ah yes, I believe you are right." The Doctor looked to Voldan who was covering his ears and had a look of pain on his face. The hands slowly came down, then faster than the eye could see; his right hand flashed out and knocked the device out of the Time Lords hand. "Ah, sorry about that, I completely forgot about that little inconvenience of yours. The Professor told me about your reaction to high pitched, high frequency sounds."
The rest of the team looked concerned at the heavily armed man then altered their attention back to the blue clad man. Matt chirped up his opinion.
"We need to get a Forensics team down here to check it out, then a maintenance squad to repair the damage." The team nodded, the Doctor was engrossed in his own thoughts and Voldan just plain didn't listen.