Stuart and Sarah Jane sat opposite the two arresting officers, DC Jean Harrison, and DCI Mike Preston, in the interview room.
The balding Preston wore his best stern glare, while the middle-aged Harrison sat rather oddly at ease - the same couldn't be said about her tight bun of curly blonde hair, though.
Stuart's arms were folded, while Sarah Jane's rested on her lap.
'My, my. An officer on the other side of the law - there's something new,' sniped Preston.
'If we'd known about it,' said Stuart. 'We'd have warned others.'
Preston leaned forward.
'That's what happened with Warrington, and the likes. Short or no notice at all.'
Sarah Jane looked at him.
'We left because we thought something bad was going to happen. We-'
'Someone was trying to kill us,' Stuart said, without thinking.
Preston sat back, scoffing.
'Looks like you got there first,' he sneered. 'Now. We'd like you to take a look at these images from CCTV.'
Harrison placed several stills on the desk. Stuart and Sarah Jane looked, frowning.
'At 11.15am, you both entered the café, with Milligan carrying a black duffel bag, presumably containing the explosive device,' said Harrison.
Stuart looked at her.
'We were at the other side of town, I-'
'These seem to say otherwise, Milligan,' Harrison said, all earlier signs of disgust gone from her voice.
Sarah Jane sat up, looking at both officers.
'Look, I remember Warrington like it was yesterday. Violence like that has no place in this world.'
Preston scoffed.
'You'd like me to believe a word of that, coming from you?'
Stuart folded his arms.
'Would you believe it if I, a fellow officer, said it?'
Preston looked at him.
'Before today...yeah.'
He looked at the images for a moment, then at Harrison.
'Ah, I've just realised. We're...missing the vital CCTV image, Jean. Could you-'
'Sure,' she replied, standing up.
The door snapped shut behind her. Preston leaned in.
'Bloody kids - maybe some of our colleagues' kids - and you're denying that's you?'
Stuart and Sarah Jane looked at the image again. Those damn shapeshifters. Sarah Jane looked at Preston.
'I have a son, officer. Believe me, it would devastate me, if I lost him in something as horrific as this.'
Preston just scoffed.
'Take another look, both of you-' he said, to which they did. '-and tell me that's-'
Stuart and Sarah Jane recoiled, as a long blade sliced through Preston's throat like a hot knife through butter. Stark gagging and twitching sounded - then the blade slid out, and Preston stilled.
Harrison bolted for the door, and Stuart shot up after her.
'Stuart!'
'Come on!'
They ran, Stuart a little ahead.
Several officers stepped out-
'MOVE!'
Harrison sprinted from the exit, and up the footpath - Stuart closely behind.
As he gathered speed, Sarah Jane slowed down, panting.
Among the barrage of people, Stuart saw Harrison.
BANG!
He spied the body on the ground - but knew he had to go on.
BANG!
Damn it - Stuart stumbled, tripping over a second one. He caught Harrison head into a supermarket, and pushed himself towards it.
Wading through the bustling crowd of shoppers, he stopped.
Where was it?
A blur of red, blue, and the rest of the spectrum, surrounded him - but no distinct curly blonde bun.
Damn it.
Stuart took out his phone, and dialled for Sarah Jane.
'It got away.'
'Where are you?'
'The bloody supermarket,' Stuart replied, sighing. 'What about you?'
'Near the bus stop, but-'
'Meet me back at your house as soon as - I've got an idea.'
'Okay.'
Stuart hung up.
Time to do a bit of shopping, for these bastards were going down.
