Chapter 2
As the old man waked ahead into the street, Jack keenly felt as if he was being followed. As he turned around to confront his unwanted shadow, two men in white hospital orderly coats firmly grabbed him and pressed a spray hypodermic to his neck. He tried to shout for the old man, but he found he couldn't speak, and soon discovered he could barely move.
The orderlies dragged him through a nearby door. His journey was little more than a blur, but soon the drug's effect seemed to lessen. He became lucid enough to realize that he was being dragged down a hospital corridor lined with white garbed patients in wheelchairs. He still was quite weak, but when the two orderlies attempted to push him into a cell, he summoned all of his strength, and hurled them off of him.
He ran back down the corridor. He could see clearly that the patients in their chairs had white plastic bags pulled up over their heads, tied in a knot on the crown of their heads, with a slit where the mouth would be, and large, round eyeholes. They wore flesh colored gloves over their hands, and one patient's white garb was open at the chest revealing a metal box with switches and blinking lights.
The two orderliness ran down the corridor. Jack swiftly dashed to the door at the other end. As he neared the exit, the patients began to rise from their chairs, as if to prevent his escape. They moved slowly and awkwardly, and not only were they unable to apprehend him in time, but proceeded to be an obstacle for the orderlies.
The familiar metallic taste of adrenaline in his mouth indicated to Jack that his body was throwing off the effects of the drug. He ran faster through the corridors until he finally reached the street. The old man spotted him through the crowd, and ran to him.
"I think the Cybermen are here," said Jack as he reached the old man. "They looked like Mondasians. The ones we fought when we first met in London…"
Jack was interrupted as an orderly grabbed him. As he raised the hypodermic to Jack's neck, he punched him in the face. Jack was astounded to see that the orderly shrugged off the blow. Gathering his returning strength, Jack hit him repeatedly until finally the orderly was spread out on the filthy street, unconscious.
Jack swiftly turned around to assist the old man with the other orderly, but found that one, also, unconscious at the old warrior's feet. He casually dusted off his brown, leather coat, and told Jack, "We have to get going. They'll send others soon. Come on."