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Chapter 15
As the biting London wind hit the Doctor, he did wonder what had happened to the supposed ring of steel that there was supposedly round the Houses of Parliament. It had been there when there was the terrorist threat from the Irish Republicans and was there when there was the threat from the Islamic Extremists. But there wasn't much security around today.
He passed through the security gates at the top of Downing Street and made his way down to Number 10. Trying not to reminisce about dinners with Lloyd George, Drinks with Thatcher and punch ups with Pitt the Younger, he made his way down the street.
Now he knew something was not exactly right in this picture. No matter what there were usually at least 2 uniformed police officers on duty outside No10. There didn't seem to be any on duty today.
Until he got to the front door.
There in front of him was a sight that he had seen before, and it never failed to sicken him. Yes there were two uniformed policemen on duty that day, but they weren't on duty anymore. They wouldn't be on duty ever again.
Two small doll like figures lay at either side of 10 Downing Street, fully resplendent in the uniforms of the Met. Their radios though extremely small still sounded as if they were in working order. He could hear the two officers being radioed by their headquarters for their current location. Their silence will bring the calvary. He just hoped that he could avoid more deaths.
He grabbed the door knocker and gave the door two short hard bangs.
He heard the door being unlocked and their stood a young woman in front of him.
She didn't look quite right to him. She looked too calm to be right.
"Yes?"
"Hello. I believe I'm expected."
"And you are?"
"I'm the Doctor"