A/N - Complete this scene:

Blake's feet scrabbled in the loose shale, trying to gain purchase on the slope as he attempted to escape from the strong arms pulling him down.

"You don't understand," he protested.

Committed to the Cause

Blake's feet scrabbled in the loose shale, trying to gain purchase on the slope as he attempted to escape from the strong arms pulling him down.

"You don't understand," he protested.

"Why don't you explain it to me then?" a gruff voice replied. The speaker, a burly man dressed in the quasi-military garb of the Security Patrol, gave a grunt of satisfaction as he succeeded in getting a firm grip on Blake's tunic. Blake found himself sliding down, all the progress he had made lost under the steady pull of beefy biceps. Another man chimed in.

"Yeah, tell, we love a good story."

The chirpy voice held a note of nervousness and Blake was reminded for a moment of Vila. This thought made him hesitate; the kick he was about to send into the smaller man's face failing to make contact as the Security Patrol pressed home the advantage and dragged him to the ground.

Blake breathed in a mouthful of the dust that had been stirred up in the scuffle and his words, when they came, lost their impact in the coughing.

"I'm vital to the Cause. I belong with them..."

He gestured to the bowl in the landscape formed by a long abandoned mining excavation and the group of people, vehicles and equipment gathered there. It was too far away to make out the faces, but the gaudy garb and sense of common purpose was very familiar to Blake.

"Our instructions are that no-one is to disturb the operation." This was the larger man, who made himself even bigger as he puffed up with self-importance. "It's already behind schedule."

"But I'm Blake, their leader!"

The sight of Blake safely restrained in his partner's strong grip made the smaller man bold.

"I don't care if you're Master of the Universe, you can't -"

He was cut off as his comms unit crackled into life.

"Base to Unit Two, over."

The small man shot a quick glance at his partner seeking permission to answer, and at the nodded consent, replied.

"Unit Two to Base, over."

"Update on the perimeter breach, over."

"Situation contained." He took a quick look as if to reassure himself and at the sight of the big curly-haired man being escorted away by his even bigger partner, he continued. "Intruder detained, over."

"One of our regulars?"

Responding in kind to the less formal tone, the little man answered.

"Nah, some bloke calling himself Blake."

"Damn! Gareth's been on the sauce again, I told him it was the Dr Who location shoot today. Blakes Seven aren't filming 'til Thursday."