Father Octavian looked into David's eyes as the young cleric lowered his rifle. "David? What are you doing?"

"Father Octavian, please, I don't want to hurt you," David said distressed, still aiming the gun at the priest.

"Hurt me? I don't understand. Why are you doing this?" the Bishop asked. He couldn't believe one of his favorite clerics was aiming a gun at him.

"Sir, I'm so sorry. I don't want to do it, but...you see...I have to kill all of you!"

David's words hit Father Octavian like a bolt of lightning. "Dear God. David, you can't mean that!"

David was fighting an intense urge to hurt the man he had looked up to since the first day he had joined the military clerics of the Church. The older man standing before him was his hero, yet, there was an overwhelming desire to hurt him, to kill the Bishop. His friends and fellow clerics, Angelo and Christian also had to die. David hated the emotions he was now feeling. He couldn't understand where the emotional turmoil was coming from but the powerful yearning to destroy was becoming stronger and he knew he would eventually have to follow through and kill the man of God.

"Sir, please forgive me."

"David, whatever it is, please let me help you," Father Octavian pleaded.

"No one can help me now," David said as he struggled for control.

The priest could see the young man fighting against such unfamiliar desires. Anger rose in Father Octavian as he realized that something terrible had been done to the young cleric. David was a gentle soul with a heart of gold, who had joined the military clerics to protect the innocent who were in danger. It just wasn't in his nature to hurt anyone without good cause. Life was precious to those in the Church, all life, human and alien. Yes, there were times when alien life forms threatened the very existence of humans and that was when the Church had taken a stand to protect the innocent from aliens who wanted to destroy the earth and all humanity.

"They did something to you, David!" Father Octavian exclaimed.

"Who? What did they do to me?" David asked, desperate to understand.

"I don't know, but, I promise you, I will find out and they will have to answer to me. Fight it, David! Don't let them win!" Father Octavian began to cough; the pain shooting through his chest nearly brought him to his knees. He felt a sticky substance in his mouth. The Bishop wiped the blood from his lips.

David's eyes widened at the sight of blood. "Father Octavian!"

Inside the house, Angelo and Christian could hear Father Octavian conversing with someone. "Father Octavian, are you all right, Sir? Is David with you?" Angelo asked, concerned.

The Bishop did not respond. The German soldiers were feeling even more ill at ease. Something very strange was happening outside the door of the old house. Sergeant Amsel noticed the worried looks between Angelo and Christian. He smiled to himself for the British soldiers were distracted and it wouldn't be long before he would take advantage of the situation and shoot them dead.

Father Octavian took a step toward the young cleric with his outstretched arm. "David, give me your weapon."

"Don't come near me!" David shouted raising the rifle and pointing it at the Bishop's face. "I WILL SHOOT YOU!"

Sergeant Amsel suddenly signaled to one of his men and the German soldiers opened fire. Angelo and Christian took cover. David pushed Father Octavian out of the way as bullets ripped through the old wooden door into David's body. Father Octavian fell backward and momentarily blacked out as he fell to the ground. He managed to lift his head in time to watch as David's body was riddled with bullets. What was happening? It was as if everything was taking place in slow motion. Smoke seemed to be pouring out of David's body as the bullets tore into his flesh. To the Bishop's horror the young cleric's left shoulder was blown off revealing wires and metal! David kicked the door down with his right foot and opened fire at the German soldiers leaving none alive!


Andrew was ecstatic. Ever since he had awakened in this very room several months before, he had been waiting for this very moment. The Daleks had created him for this special assignment and he was thrilled the moment had finally arrived. The Doctor stood frozen, staring at the body on the table, for he was looking at his own face.

Andrew lit up like a Christmas tree. The tall man chuckled softly at the look of horror on the Doctor's face. "Doctor, meet, the Doctor."

The Doctor felt like he had been punched in the stomach and all the air in his lungs had escaped. He had a pretty good idea what the red-headed man had in mind for him.

River gasped and her eyes widened in fear. "Doctor? What are they going to do?"

"Get her out of here!" Andrew shouted to one of his subordinates. "Kill her, dump the body and get back here as soon as you can."

The soldier grabbed River by the arm and roughly pulled her toward the door. "Doctor!" River exclaimed as she was removed from the room.

The Doctor's eyes narrowed as he looked up into the eyes of the red-headed man. "Don't you dare harm her," the Doctor said, seething with anger.

"Or what? What are you going to do about it?" Andrew said viciously. "You might be a Time Lord but you don't scare me! I'm in charge here and soon you'll be under my command. I'm going to do to you what I did to him," Andrew said, pointing to the young man on the other table. "You're a smart man, Doctor. I'm sure you've figured out what this is all about. You see this?" Andrew asked showing the Doctor a strange device. "It's similar to a Chameleon Arch, but, this one is very special because it was modified by your favorite enemy, the Daleks. That's right, Doctor, every detail and emotion of your life is going to be transferred to your new body, a body that will be stronger, a body that can life forever, and I guarantee a body that will never rust," Andrew said, laughing at his own joke. The man then proceeded to pull back the skin from his forearm to reveal wires attached to metal.

"You're an android," the Doctor said.

"I told you, you were smart! The Daleks want me to take you to them once the process has been completed, but, that's not going to happen. You're going to be a part of my army, Doctor. With you, I can conquer worlds, especially this one."

Suddenly Andrew slammed his fist into the Doctor's face rendering him unconscious. "You are now mine!" Andrew shouted, standing over the fallen Time Lord.


Bob jumped off the back of an old truck. He looked around and felt a sense of relief. God had been good and provided him with a ride into the heart of London. The young cleric went to the driver and shook the man's hand. "Thank you for the ride, sir."

"Glad to be of service," the old man said. "I hope you find your unit."

"Yes, sir, me too."

"Take care of yourself and stay safe."

"I will," Bob said. "God bless you, sir."

The old man smiled and drove off. Bob looked at his surroundings. That feeling of familiarity was back and he knew he was on the right track. The warehouse had to be close by.