Here we go again! I'm proud of myself. Enjoy and don't forget to reveiw! Flames are welcomed.
Nothing familiar is mine.
Rose's POV
It was a girl.
A bloody school girl. No older than fourteen. She was around 5'5 and wiry. Her eyes were hard and her posture tense. She wore a deep black t- shirt with a light grey sweat over it. Her jeans were dark navy with rips down the thighs. She wore blue and grey sneakers. A necklace of a black dolphin hung tightly around her neck. But what was so disturbing was the gun. A sniper rifle, slung over her left shoulder by a black strip. Silenced, if the lack of sound before said anything.
"Well, here I am." She spun around, hair flying out behind her. She stopped and threw a cheeky wave. A fake smile turned up her lips. She did a mock bow. "Addi, at your service. First class assassin of ISA. Seventeen successful missions." What?!
Rose blanched at the missions. "You've killed seventeen people?"
"Yup. Let's see… a navy officer, a millionaire, an ice cream vendor secret agent person, some Italian man…" she began to tick off her targets.
"Stop!" Rose yelled. "Just stop! I don't want to hear about your kills!" The girl stopped and shrugged.
"Suit yourself. Oh, how's the Doctor man doin'?" She slid over to him like a ghost. She opened his eyelids. Felt for a pulse. Knocked on his forehead. Felt for a temperature. Asked about any medications ("he's allergic to them," Rose had huffed), and finally she had just kicked his side.
"That's enough!" Rose exclaimed, exasperated. "He's just knocked out. He's got a bruise on the side of his face." The girl checked that.
She gave Rose an annoyed look. "You could have said that at the beginning, you know."
A man stormed over to them from a shadow. "Addi! You were supposed to kill them, not have a social conference with them!" He glared at her. The girl, Addi, gave him an innocent look before standing up and brushing dirt off her jeans.
"I was just making sure the man was alright. And for the reason they're breathing? I honestly don't know." She frowned over at Rose. "Why did I let you live, again?"
"Ah…" Rose racked her brain for something of use to these people. Well, they were terrorists. So what would be an enemy of terrorists? Law enforcement. What types of enforcement did America have? Man, she wished she had paid more attention during class. There was only one she knew of. But did they know about them? "We were having a, um, problem with Torchwood."
She looked between them. Then it hit her. CIA! FBI! God, I'm stupid. Their faces were unreadable. Addi and the man had locked eyes.
"Good, then maybe you can help us," the man finally stated. "Or at least as soon as the Doctor wakes up." He trapped the girl in his gaze. "You know what to do. Maybe they won't destroy us for not completing the mission if their up in smoke." He chuckled as he left.
Rose shifted from one foot to another. "What mission, exactly?" Addi turned to look at her. She was quiet, choosing her words.
"Torchwood were the ones that gave us the order to kill you. They offered us a large amount of money. One hundred thousand dollars." She shook her head.
"Excuse my lack of knowledge, but what is that amount in pounds? And there's a Torchwood in America?" The girl froze as she thought. Rose glanced back at the Doctor. He was still soundly unconscious.
The girl looked again at Rose. "Roughly around seventy thousand pounds. A small fortune for two people. Should have been easy. What made me teleport you instead of kill you, I wonder?"
"It was me." They both spun around at the Doctor's voice. He held up a small silver key. "TARDIS key. Can create small telepathic links. I pretty much just whispered in your mind to not kill us. A bit like magic." He considered for a moment. "But magic isn't real. So not really. But pretend it is."
Rose launched himself into him. "You crazy alien! Knocking yourself out like that!"
"He was only unconscious for a few minutes. By the time I revealed myself, he was awake. I could tell by the way his eyes and hands were twitching. Nice show, Doctor." Addi rolled her eyes.
The Doctor pried Roe off before frowning at the girl. "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"
"Addi." She reminded him. "First class assassin of ISA, Seventeen successful missions. Two half- completed missions."
"Right. Well, Addi, what's the plan? And the backstory, that would be nice."
"Which backstory? Mine or ISA's problem with Torchwood?" she questioned.
"How about both. Though I was thinking your back story." She sighed. She beckoned them. The Doctor leaped to his feet and followed her, Rose trailing behind. She entered a door where it was nearly completely dark. Rose grabbed the Time Lord's hand as they entered into complete darkness. There was a scratching sound before light shone on at the end of the hall.
"Sorry 'bout that," Addi stated from ahead of them. "They seem to move the light switch to a new place every day. Stupid electricians." She led them into a smaller room, still muttering, and turned on the lights. The room was about a quarter of the other room's size. Half of the room was taken up by desk and computers, the other chairs and tables. "Group's at home." Addi walked over to a computer and flicked it on. "C'mon."
The Doctor slid out his glasses and fixed them on. He stood behind her. Rose peered over his shoulder. The screen turned bright green before settling into a light black. Addi's hands flew across the keys as she entered a ten- digit passcode.
"And don't even think about trying that. The passcode changes every time it's used." She shot a glare at the Doctor. He raised his hands harmlessly before his brow furrowed.
"Then how exactly do you know what it is?" he asked. She glanced at him before tapping a watch on her right hand that Rose hadn't noticed before. "It's a Applewatch version seven. A very good one for storage. I put in my personal passcode and access the password."
Rose thought back to their adventures. "I don't remember there being an Applewatch seven…"
A shrug. "Then look again." She began typing and windows flew by on the screen. Silence settled on the group. Finally, the Doctor broke it.
"So how exactly do you know about us being the Doctor and Rose. And you seem comfortable with the time traveling stuff we've been talking about. Care to explain?" he questioned. Addi didn't respond besides glancing over her shoulder at him.
"ISA stands for three things. The I stands for intelligence. Intelligence means information. Information means files. Files means hacking. Hacking means Torchwood. Torchwood means information on you two," she explained slowly.
"You didn't have to say it like we were toddlers," Rose grumbled. Nobody responded. She looked over the Doctor's shoulder again to see Addi had pulled a page up and was letting them read it.
11/24/15
01:31 PM
Torchwood once again contacted us with more demands: Assassinate Emily Smith, John Keels, and Telia Jermones. They also instructed us to send our best assassin. Our punishment for not succeeding within the time limit of forty- eight hours would be losing another ten of our members.
11/25/15
05:02 PM
We failed one assassination. We lost four members. We are slowly losing traction. We received another set of instructions: Assassinate Cory Williams and Kiro Klye. We have thrity- six hourse. Punishment is seven members…
"So Torchwood is destroying you," the Doctor summarized. He jerked Rose out of reading.
"Exactly," Addi responded. "ISA was once one of the largest terrorist group with nearly a million members. Now we are down to a little over twenty thousand. We're ready to take our revenge. There's only one Torchwood here in the U.S.- this one here in Mobile. That's why we're here. The others are in London, Paris, Quebec, and other large cities." She turned in her chair to look at them. "So, will you help us?"
"I expect it's either help or die. Because first of all you're a terrorist group, we're trapped, you are touching your gun-" the Doctor began.
"Yes," Rose interrupted, "we'll help."
