Disclaimer; There is some mild language and distressing/scary scenes.

Chapter 3.

The Doctor slammed against the door. Ace was strugleing inside, he wondered what had happened to her now? "Ace!" He gave one final push before the barrel of the gun met his cheek.

Inside the bathroom, Ace tried to hook her feet on the edges of the openeing but to no sucess. Soon she was sliding back, along a dark corridor. Patches of light breaking through the crumbeling wall illuminated the cobwebs and rather large cretures that resembled spiders with armour and fangs. Ace wasn't scared of spiders, but these were a little diffrent. Pulling against her kidnapper she found thier strength formidable and the hold they had on her was tight. Giving in to the inveitable, she had been with the doctor long enough to know this was usual, she relaxed and allowed them to carry her to their destination.

Turning slowly the Doctor could see the middleaged man who had the gun pointed at him, his dark hair laid flat on his head and his brown eyes shone through the dirty skin that surrounded them.

"Come." Jarring his gun towards the door he watched the Doctor. Allowing the man in the jumper and hat to walk, causualy, out of the door, he pulled the door closed and led him down the dimly lit hallway.

Moving from the chamber he could feel the cold, life giving, liquid rush around his body as he moved toward the sealed door, slowly. His sense returning in flashes, the smell of his dank surroundings, the sight of the phosphoresent plants giving off light to the cold stone walls. He could feel the metalic gloves that encased his weak, stubby fingers and the power coupling, that joined to his body at the base of the back, sending pulses up his spine and along his nerves, to awkaen the last of the dorment cells throughout his sluggish body.

The sealed door was unlike the rest of the walls, it was smooth, clean lines and with three slits running over its surface that seemed to eradiate from the centre, one stright up and two going to the bottom corners. A large black device was attached to the silver surface ath e centre and had a blinking a red light. Running a finger over the front of the black device he found the depression in the centre of its' face and pushed.

The flimsy cover cracked and broke away, falling to the floor like shards of glass. Archs of electricty jumped from his fingers to the locking block and shortly the cooling vent on the upper side began to smoke and the lights flashed manicaly. He could taste freedom, his oral senses reviving, the air was damp and the saulty taste of the syspension jell hung on his tongue.

The locking block fizzed and sparked then fell away from the bulbus door. The large triagular section slid down and the sides fell away allowing him entry to the main control room.

The red painted wall opened up before them. The dark stairway leading down looked like the entrace to some prison for those who would never see the light of day again. Ace and the Doctor felt the guns jab them in the back and Ace turnd to hit the tall man who had dragged her from the bathroom but the Doctor placed his hand on her arm.

"Ace.." He did not have to say anymore, he knew the look he wore, the 'Just do it', look, would make sure she followed orders without question. Since Fenrick, they had very few cross words and she seemed to undersatnd a lot more. She was brighter than Fenrick had given her credit for, maybe she couldn't have created the time storm in her bedroom wihtout his help, but she had still survived wihtout him while traveling with him.

"Professor, where are we going?" She trusted the Doctor, she knew ghe would never let her ghet hurt but, they were walking into darkness wiht two men who had, albeit oddly shaped, guns.

"Quite." The tall man jabbed his muzzle into Ace's back, he had been told to keep the prisoners silent. He heard the door close behind them and a few moments later they were bathed in an irridesent green light. It had been discovered long ago that they couldn't see green light so all Concord bases had been fitted with the green entrance lights.

"Just keep moving." He was surprised that these people could see in the green light, maybe thier inteeligance was wrong. He looked at Paro and raised an eyebrow, and from the look he recived in return, his comrade had noticed the same oddity. He decieded that it was not up to them to dissern the nature of these newcomers to Claustrum.

Ace glaced at the Doctor as they came to the bottom of the wide staircase. The smell of ozone filled the hallway as the large red, four inch thick, steel doors slid open to reveal a low ceilinged room with strip lights running at equal intervals down from one end to the other.

Walking into the room, the Doctor looked round at the old holo-posters lining the dirty cream walls. Rows of tables stood along the room, the ones closest to the walls were covered with electronic parts and half finnished, bodge jobs. The next two rows, that they were presently walking between, were covered in maps and diagrams of the city. Glancing over them the Doctor could see plans for the entrie city laid out, level by level. A cross section disserned that the city was three miles at it's talest tower and it sank a mile into the rock it sat on but non of the schmatics seemed to penetrate any lower than sublevel 2.

The red, steel, beams that protruded across the ceiling were rusted and the Doctor noticed how some had papers and dyagrams hung from them. The mottled ceiling its'self was old and mouldy in one corner. He could make out the squat plump shape of a man, the curled black hair running down to his shoulder blades and the silver jacket was remanincent of someone, but the Doctor couldn't put his finger on who.

"These are the people." Paro said as they grew closer to thier second.

Ace watched as the black haird man turned, his face wrinkeld but still strong, she could see those brown eyes and, for a moment, thought she was hallucenating.

He turned and looked at the interlopers, it was mild shock and slight amusement that made the corner of his mouth curl into a half smile. "I should have know, Hello again Doctor."

Author's Notes:

Firstly, may I apologise for the time it has taken to continue this fic, I had a few problems with my brain, it got stuck on Torchwood, end of season.

Well well well, I wonder who this could be... hehe.

Have fun trying to work it out.

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I am a life long fan of Doctor Who, Long Live Rassalom!