The boss was close to feeling what was called fury. No wonder! At first there had been one escapee - that weird androgynous person. Then there had been TWELVE of them! Twelve, who had been locked in a prison which was designed to extract energy from all sources! And now something was going on in the "alien warehouse", like those green younglings preferred to say!.. All right. The boss had a big point of view. The androgen had been wounded by one of the guards, so now it wouldn't get anywhere - they would smell its blood. The twelve escapees had already given themselves out. No doubt, they were in the alien warehouse, attempting to free their guardian. And the useless child had been grown into a proper sober adult.
However, the positive sides stepped back when the boss, accompanied by a group of Devors (at least two of them were greedily inhaling the air, which meant they sensed possible food - and that could also mean that the androgen was lurking around somewhere). One of the escapees - the boy who had been claiming that he had been some "Doctor" - was standing in front of the broken empty container, arms crossed and dark brown eyes glittering.
"Ya gotta drink me up?" he teased. "Indigestion guaranteed".
"Stop, you'll taste his bones later, when all of the alien nature is extracted", the boss warned before the guards could say anything.
"Saw this?" The boy's fingers now were laced over his chest, exposing the writing on his tee - MAUVE AND DANGEROUS. "I am the Doctor, and you won't extract anything out of me, because I'm clever... Actually you can get a bit". A fountain of golden sparkles mixed with emerald green ones darted over him. "I've got so much energy you won't get it even in a thousand years".
WHACK!
One of the Devors howled with pain - there was a clear sound of a hit over his hairless head covered in reptile-like scales.
"I smell her!" another guard roared. "She's here!"
The kid's mouth widened till his ears:
"Who's here? And where is your newest helper?"
"You should know if you're so clever, alien kid", the boss replied with stone face. "If you don't want to be eaten, you will tell us your strategy".
The guards rubbed their gloved knuckles, almost forbidden images swimming in their heads again.
"All right, I'll tell you", the boy said. "Four and a half Timelords and seven and a half humans! What makes them wander around?.." A stream of golden sparkles soared over his head and formed a shape - two 8-like figures crossed in the middle, one consisting of two spirals, the other out of two Yin-Yang-like symbols (it reminded of a four-leaf clover), and this all was in a circle. "Curiosity! Wish to learn something new! Articles are really boring. Isn't it better to see it all with your own eyes?"
The boss blinked at him.
"Evil, isn't it?" the kid sneered. "Not eviler and insanerer than things you do to them. Waste!" He gestured at the capsules that stayed solid. "You could've used diplomacy. Or is it the nature of all bad scientists to dissection everything?"
"Well, it's in YOUR nature, Constellation", spoke a new voice from thin air, and there was another "whack" on the same Devor's head. The counter-deed wasn't delayed: the guard's hand flew through the air as fast as it could for a limb of such a clumsy beast, and there was a small gasp.
"She's here!"
And then chaos began. The guard - that very one who had wounded the androgen - tore the gloves off and rushed back, using his sense of smell as his main "sight", for there obviously was one more person here. If Devors smelled blood, it meant insanity. And there was only one truly precious type of things to protect from their attacks... while the invisible teaser made the guards smash into them. Once, twice, three times! The golden sparkles (with an increasing portion of green ones) were now enveloping the broken container, and in the end there was a kick of wind from nowhere together with a sound never heard here, which finished in materialization of that very odd blue box (the boss had ordered to burn it!).
"Here! Now!"
The voice which sounded from the inside of the box was suspiciously similar to that of the newest helper. The first failure in years! Not only that: when the strange kid - "the Doctor" - rushed in, the Devors followed him, but the door slammed shut right in front of them, and the blue box was gone.
