They had found him. How had they found him? He was still puzzled on how Nazi troops had crossed the Channel undetected. Rory sprinted through the streets of London, running as quickly as he could from the heavy footsteps behind him. He could hear the shouts getting louder as they echoed between the buildings. Then they stopped.
Rory slowed and hid in an alley-way. He glanced around the corner, but could no longer see his pursuers. Where had they gone? His question was answered when the whine of air sirens pierced the air. 'Oh, no,' he thought, jumping out of the alley and rushing to the warehouse where the Pandorica lay hidden.
He was met by the sight of ten guns all cocked and trained on him. Tori walked up to him. "Rory, dear," she said, "I never took you for a fool. You know you couldn't escape, yet you still run. Childish." Rory glared at her. He charged up his hand gun and aimed it straight at her head. She laughed. "Oh, so you have the guts to shoot me?" Tori sneered, and walked behind him. "I actually think it better if you duck," she whispered. "What?" said Rory. "Duck!" screamed Tori.
Rory hit the ground as Tori whipped out a pistol and sent three successive shots into the Nazi soldiers. Rory stared, paralyzed in shock as he felt somebody pull on his arm. "Get up!" Tori exclaimed. Rory scrambled to his feet and dashed for cover behind a pile of scrap metal as a hail of bullets whizzed past. Tori ducked for cover right behind him.
"What are you doing?!" said Rory as she changed her clip and started to fire back at the Nazis. "Saving your butt," she said. Rory sent back several laser bolts at the evil troops. "Why?" he asked. Tori just looked sideways at him. "Because those 2,000 years should not be in vain," she said.
And then it clicked. Of course. It made Rory sad. He was about to reply when a huge flash of light lit the sky and terrible explosion ripped through the air. Rory threw himself over Tori as shrapnel rode the pressure waves, knocking down street signs and pushing back cars. Heat boiled the air around them and a high-pitched ringing invaded Rory's ears. When the Earth had stopped shaking he lifted his aching head and looked around.
A bomb had struck nearby, luckily not near enough to kill them, but enough to do some damage. The warehouse had started to glow as a fire began to rage inside. "No!" said Rory, but before he could run inside he remembered Tori. He saw her a few feet beside him, trapped under a large sheet of scrap metal. He strenuously threw off the metal and propped her upright. Her breathing was jagged and Rory noticed a sharp, rusty piece of metal lodged into her shoulder.
"It's okay, it's okay," said Rory, tearing part of his shirt to create a makeshift bandage, "I'm going to get us out of here." "No," said Tori, struggling to speak," No. You get your fiancé Mr. Pond."
Rory frowned at her. "But you'll die," he said. "Then I'll die knowing I have saved a life," said Tori. She looked sad, "But nothing can make up for all I've done." A tear rolled down her cheek. "Go," she whispered. "Thank you," said Rory softly. He stood up and faced the burning warehouse. He looked back with sad eyes before running into the flaming building.
The flames leaped twenty feet high and licked the wooden crates with fiendish hunger. Rory dashed around the flames as best he could but that didn't stop his cape from catching on fire. "Agh!" Rory yelled and jerked about trying to put out the flame. He finally threw the cape off and squinted through the raging fire ahead. Beyond he could see the faint shadow of the Pandorica.
He grabbed the large rope beside him and ran to the giant box. He lay a hand on its side. It was strangely cold. "Don't worry, Amy," he said, and proceed to wrap the rope around the Pandorica.
Rory pulled at the rope as hard as he could, and the Pandorica seemed to respond, letting him pull it along. The warehouse started to creak as it fell apart. Cinders swirled though the air, stinging Rory's face and scorching the cloth on his armor. He jumped back as a huge ceiling support beam crashed to the ground. The pillar it was attached to swayed and fell slowly. Rory threw up his arms and heard the splintering of wood at the pillar smashed through the wall of the warehouse, creating a gaping hole. Rory exhaled in relief and hauled the Pandorica out of the burning building, the glow of the fire lighting the way through the dismal night.
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Tori struggled as the two Nazi soldiers brought her face to face with Colonel Schulz. He looked down his nose at her. Tori just lifted her head defiantly, blood trickling out of her wounded shoulder and from a gash on the side of her face.
"And I would do it again any day," said Lieutenant Tori Planck. The Colonel lifted an eyebrow. "It's treason, then," he said menacingly. The next thing Tori heard was the metallic click of a handgun.
