Chapter Nine
"Let us out!" Rose screamed as she pounded on the locked door.
"Somehow, Rose, I don't think that's gonna work," Ianto said sitting in the corner.
Rose sighed and stepped away from the door.
"There has to be a way out, Ianto. We gotta get outta here and go find the Doctor before they open him up and kill him."
"How? I don't have a lock picking device on me," He said. "How about you?"
"Nope, and I don't have the Doctor's sonic screwdriver on me. Hopefully no one knows about it, although with all the information they have on him, I highly doubt it."
She slammed her hands against the wall.
"And they took away our communicators so we can't talk to Jack and the others." She said.
"So, all we can do is sit and wait for an opportunity to present itself." Ianto said.
Rose slid down to the floor beside him.
"Yup, and I hope the opportunity comes sooner than later before the Doctor ends up on display somewhere.
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Jack sighed as he leaned against the locked door.
"Yup, that was definitely a bad move going into a room with only one door and not posting a look-out," He muttered. "I think if we get out of this alive, we should avoid that blunder in the future. But then again, they probably knew we were there so it probably wouldn't have helped anyway."
"Do you think they got the others?" Gwen asked him.
"I hope not," Jack replied.
He jerked his head around when he heard the door unlocking. He stepped back and tensed his muscles as Tosh, Gwen and Owen came up behind him and prepared to rush whoever was opening the door.
The door opened and all of them stopped short when they saw a guard pointing a semi-automatic gun in their faces.
"On second thought, maybe rushing the guard isn't such a great idea." Jack said.
"Step back from the door or I shoot." He said.
Jack nodded as he and others backed up.
The guard looked off to his right and nodded. He stepped back and another guard entered carrying a tray laden with food.
"You're going to be here awhile," The guard holding the gun said to them. "Mister Wormwood is busy at the moment, but when he's done, he wants to talk to you."
"Where are our friends," Jack demanded. "What's happened to them?"
"I don't know. Maybe if you lot were smart enough to stick together, you would know." The guard taunted them.
The other guard finished putting the tray on the floor and walked back out.
"Mister Wormwood will be with you in awhile. In the meantime, eat up. I'm sure you must be hungry after walking all over Antarctica."
The guards smirked as they walked back out, closed the door behind them and locked it.
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The Doctor came to and looked around. He was stripped to the waist and was strapped down to a metal table in a white room. The only other things in the room were a small metal chair, a metal cabinet and what looked like oxygen tanks sitting in the corner of the room.
The Doctor tried the restraints, but they were tied tight around his wrists, ankles, legs and chest. He laid his head back on the table and waited for someone to enter the room.
About five minutes later, the door opened and Wormwood entered followed by two men in white lab coats.
"Oh good, you're awake," Wormwood said smiling at the Doctor. "I'm eager to begin and I didn't want to wait for you to wake up."
"I told you I don't know anything," the Doctor protested. "I don't know anything about this other Torchwood. The only one I knew about was the one at Canary Wharf."
"Then how did you find out about this one?"
"I told you, I stumbled onto it."
"In the middle of Antarctica, under the ice and snow? I find that very hard to believe, Doctor."
"He opened a drawer and pulled out a clear, plastic, face mask with a long hose attached to it. He attached the hose to the nozzle of one of the tanks. He walked back over to the Doctor.
"What's that for?" the Doctor asked.
"Torchwood has developed a new form of truth serum that is in gas form. It's easier to work with and creates less waste. If you will not tell me the truth voluntarily, then I will make you do it."
One of the lab techs grabbed his head and lifted it up and he slid the mask over his mouth and nose.
"Turn it on setting two," He said to the tech.
The tech nodded. He walked over and turned the nozzle. A hissing sound filled the room and Wormwood watched as the Doctor got a dazed look on his face.
"Now, Doctor, how did you find out about us?" he asked.
"I followed the map," The Doctor said in a dull voice.
Wormwood frowned.
"Map? What map?" he asked.
"Google map. They gave me the exact directions to this place."
Wormwood stared at him.
"What? Google map actually knows where we're at?" he said incredulously.
"Yes, they gave me the exact distance. It's very handy." The Doctor slurred out. "I use it quite frequently when I'm traveling time and space."
Wormwood shook his head.
"That can't be right," He said
"Actually, no it isn't," the Doctor said. "See, I'm not really under the influence of the gas. I don't know if you know this, but I have this thing called a respiratory bypass system that allows me to switch off my breathing."
The dazed look was gone in an instant and the Doctor smiled up at him.
"So, you see, gassing me doesn't work," He said in a cheerful voice. "Sorry."
Wormwood let out an enraged yell and ripped the mask off his face.
"Oi, watch it, you got my nose when you did that!" the Doctor said indignantly.
Wormwood threw the mask on the top of the tank and turned it off.
"I grow tired of these games, Doctor," he yelled at him. "I want answers and I want them now!"
"Well, tough, cause I'm not gonna give them," the Doctor said. "So you might as well cut me open, since I know that's what you're gonna do with me when this interrogation is done!"
Wormwood stared at him for a moment and then stomped out of the room.
"Wow that was quite a torture session. I'm just completely exhausted," the Doctor said when he slammed the door behind him. "How will I ever recover from their hellish torment? My poor mind will never be the same now. Oh, woe is me. What will they do to me next, tickle me with a feather?"
He glanced over at the lab techs.
"So, you guys get a lot of benefits working here?" he asked them. "Frequent breaks? Long lunches? You have to clean penguin poo off your cars before you go home at night?"
The lab techs turned away and ignored him.
"Fine, I'm just trying to engage you both in polite conversation since I'm strapped to a table with nothing else to do. But, if you want to be rude and not talk to me, then I'll entertain myself."
He stared up at the ceiling.
"WHO LET THE DOGS OUT, WHO, WHO, WHO, WHO," he sang in a loud, obnoxious voice. "WHO LET THE DOGS OUT, WHO, WHO, WHO, WHO."
He glanced over when he saw the techs turn their heads and glare at him.
"What, you won't talk to me, so I'll sing to myself. Gotta have something to do while the hours pass by." He said.
The lab techs looked at each other and shook their heads. Sighing they looked back at the door.
"OH, I WOULD WALK 500 MILES AND I WOULD WALK 500 MORE, JUST TO BE THE MAN WHO WALKS A 1000 MILES TO---"
The door opened.
"Oh, bollocks, I was just getting going." The Doctor said sadly. "Oh well, back to the grueling torture sess---"
He was cut short when Wormwood shoved Rose, bound and gagged, into the room. He smirked at the Doctor's shocked expression.
"Now, Doctor, maybe the truth will finally come out," he said.