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"Is there any reason why you have so many weapons?"

"Protocol."

"Right," The Doctor eyed Nick up while typing on the console. He found that a little hard to believe that is was protocol to have so many weapons. But then, scratching his head in thought, if this one man had some minions then there was a reason to have weapons. But then that would mean fighting and possible death.

"Oi," clicking his fingers in Nicks direction he pointed a finger at him. "You're not to fire one of those things, or dismember an arm unless you really have to. Got it?"

"Crystal clear."

"Good, that's brilliant...wait a minute! You're being sarcastic!"

"Duh."

"Stop it! I can barely cope with Phil being sarcastic I don't want to put up with you for a little while being sarcastic too!" Nick just rolled his eyes at his ramble and chose not to answer. Silence would be best for the moment he thought. Soon rocking about Nick pried himself off of the railing and ran a hand through his scruffy dark hair.

"Is it always this bumpy?"

"Yes," The Doctor narrowed his eyes in his direction. "Got a problem with it?" Nick flinched, clearly commenting on the TARDIS was a bad thing to do. Did Phil warn him not to do that? No she didn't, in fact she never gave him any advice if the odd chance of them teaming up were to happen.

Think like Phil, Nick rubbed his temples, it was a rather funny thing to do. In any other circumstance Nick would know what to do. But with The Doctor he was rather clueless, just being himself honoured him with glares on different levels.

"No! It's fine," chuckling and following the Time Lord out of the police box the two looked around. "So this is the dark side huh?"

"Before you say it, yes it's very dark."

"How'd you know I was gonna say something like that?"

"You and Phil are very similar in saying obvious comments." The Doctor said simply while shutting the TARDIS door and clapping his hands together. "Well! Here we go Nick! Our own little adventure ever see this coming because I certainly didn't!" He said happily, Nick shook his head he'd never seen someone change mood so quickly. It was a little worrying.

"No I didn't." He said slowly, it was the truth out of all people to team up with in the world, he didn't see this coming.

"So Harold where is he hiding?"

"He's not really hiding, well...he kinda is, he's locked away in a research looking building. You can't miss it once you see it."

"Bit obvious looking I take it?"

"Ever so slightly."

"Well what are we doing standing around chatting! Lets go Nick," The Doctor walked briskly off. Seriously, how did Phil survive this?


Looking around the corner of a wall the two men looked at each other before walking down the corridor. The two had managed to find the research looking building and snuck in. There were no guards, no security what so ever. It was eerily quiet and slightly bizarre for someone who was apparently a scientist to not have some sort of security.

"So what are you planning on doing with Harold?"

"Once I get him I've been ordered to take him back home."

"Fair trial?"

"As if."

"Oh yeah, you lot don't believe in fair trials do you? How could I forget how screw balled your legal system is."

"Hey now that's not fair."

"You sentence sometimes innocent people to life in suspended animation, that's not fair Nick."

"Wait a minute! Are you rippin' into my species? Oh that does not bode well man."

"I'm merely asking what you planned to do once you got him. You answered honestly as you do, because you're a very honest person. Which just lead to me commenting on your legal systems, simple as. Come on Nick stop looking so slack," The Doctor rolled his eyes at him and walked around the corner and down another corridor.

Nick stared at him confused and walked dumbly after him. "You know," he said while putting his hands in his pockets. The Doctor looked down at him and waited for him to continue. "I am not happy with how we deal with things, but I'm not alone. I can't change it 'cos it's been like it is for many many years, centuries even!"

"Nick you're hired and paid to deal with the so called bad guys. It's normal for you to not agree with some things. Ever thought about changing jobs?"

Nick laughed and put his hands over his face, removing them he shook his head and stopped at an important looking door. "It's to late for me to change jobs, believe it or not, I am very good at what I do whether or not I agree with what happens with the folks after I've got them back home."

"You bounty hunters you'll all the same I swear," pulling out the sonic screwdriver The Doctor pointed it at the lock on the door and waited for it to click. Pushing the door open the two men looked around a typical scientists room.

Computers were everywhere, white boards hung on the walls with loads of numeric calculations written on them. There was even a wide screen television which took up nearly half of a wall.

"Swanky," Nick commented while walking in, his hands hung very close to the guns strapped to his legs. The Doctor frowned, he didn't agree with the policy of; shoot first ask questions later. In fact he liked the opposite; ask questions and possibly run away. He knew full well that Nick wouldn't have totally listened to him, after all as a bounty hunter he was expected to always be on guard. His gun was like a extension of his own arm.

"But where's our man in question? Don't tell me we've come when he's out!" Picking up pieces of machinery The Doctor turned the pieces around in his hands while looking them over. Flicking his eyes up when a door slid open he smiled. "Hello there! You must be Harold Purcell? Am I correct? Excellent! I am rarely ever wrong, actually I lie I'm usually always wrong. But I am always wrong in such a good way." The Doctor smiled and put down the piece of machinery he was holding. Harold was a middle aged, medium height medium built man. He didn't really look the type to try and kill every person who had psychic energy within them.

"Who are you two?"

"I just have a few questions for you."

"That's not what I asked," Harold said in a serious tone, by now Nick had taken to leaning against the table next to The Doctor. He didn't want to get involved in their little conversation, all in all Nick wasn't one for conversing with possible criminals.

"Oh fine! This here is Nick and I'm The Doctor, happy now? Can you answer some questions? This place really is amazing! Did you build it all by your lonesome? If so you're very brilliant!"

Running a hand down his face Nick looked at Harold who looked more than confused, "Just answer his questions."

"Oh this is like good cop bad cop!" The Doctor said excitedly while walking closer to Harold, who had just sat down at his desk. "Ok listen here you...you!" He said while pointing a finger at his face and putting more emphasis on the word 'you' as if that was an insult. "What do you think you're playing at hey? I'm sure you're doing this for an amazing brilliant reason, but you're most likely going about it in the wrong way." Harold still looked at him confused, even Nick looked at him confused. How was anyone meant to make sense of what he was asking?

"Come on now!"

"I'm creating a way to control powerful uncontrollable energy."

"Uh-huh," scratching his head in thought The Doctor glanced at Nick, he was just there to wait to take Harold away back to a Trion cell. "You realize you're killing people? Stupid question I know, just wanted to make sure you realized."

"Yes. But it's just a small price to pay for the good that their energy shall bring." Harold said in a somewhat joyous tone.