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Science Assassin: Chapter twelve

"Wanda?" repeated the Doctor in surprise.

Wanda looked down, shining her flashlight into the cell. "Hello Doctor. I came to get you out." She was dressed in a black suit, and was equipped with rope and a toolbox.

"You what?" the Doctor was completely shocked. Wanda had turned him in to prison. Now she was breaking the law to help him escape!

"I came to get you out." Wanda began unrolling the rope, pushing it down into the cell. "I'm sorry I turned you in. I know you're innocent. I found this." The notebook came flying down, and the Doctor picked it up. If he made allies this easily, he should leave more notebooks lying around. Grabbing the rope, he climbed up the wall. Just as he was about to exit through the hole however, an inside sensor detected him and a laser immediately shot across all the cell walls.

The Doctor reached for his sonic screwdriver in his pocket, only to remember that it wasn't there. "What do I do now?" he asked Wanda, swinging to avoid the laser.

Wanda, still holding onto the other end of the rope, opened the toolbox and pulled out a screwdriver. She adjusted a switchbox on the outside wall, and the lasers switched off. Relieved, the Doctor scrambled out. The cell had been built into the ground, so that the grill was at ground level outside. The night air was cool and refreshing after the stuffy cell, and he took a deep breath.

Wanda pulled up the rope and then shut the flap in the wall. Taking out an instrument, she soldered the metal together. When she was done, it would be hard to tell that the wall had been damaged in the first place from the inside, unless someone came and inspected the outer wall. She stood up when she had finished packing up her tools.

"Come on Doctor. We have to leave before they discover you're gone."

The Doctor followed Wanda to a clump of bushes, where she had hidden her bubble car. Climbing in the front seat, he watched as Wanda switched on the engine, wincing as it made a muffled croak. He hoped no one had heard that. As the car floated above the ground, his heart began to beat quickly. The engine was soft, but loud enough for guards to pick up.

"They'll hear the car," said the Doctor.

Wanda nodded, and then handed him a rough sack. "Crouch down, and cover yourself with this. I'll pretend to be a visitor, then they won't know you're in here."

The Doctor slipped down and pulled the sack over him. It was stuffy and dark, and without a seatbelt he was thrown about at every bump. He wondered where Wanda was going. Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt, and he heard a man's voice.

"Well, Miss, have you finished visiting?"

"Yes. Here is my pass."

The Doctor heard Wanda pass over a piece of paper.

"Seems alright Miss. Bit late for visiting though."

"There was a bit of a delay, and I didn't see my sister until late."

"I see. Well, you're the last one. I was just about to lock the gates. The computer didn't have you on the visitor list. Everyone has long gone."

"There must have been something wrong with the computer. With all the waves in the air these days, gadgets keep stuffing up."

"Yes. I'll have to have that checked. Well, your documents are in order, so good night."

"Good night."

There was the sound of a gate opening, and the car started again. The Doctor stayed where he was until they were well away from the jail. Then Wanda said, "You can get up now."

The Doctor sat back down on the car seat, leaning against the polished leather. They were driving along a dark road, towards the city. He could see the lights in the distance, and remembered how the jail had been right in the middle of the country, away from civilisation.

"I'm still amazed you bothered to rescue me," he said.

"Well, I was the one who got you in jail." Wanda kept her eyes on the dark country lanes, turning a sharp corner. "I had to get you out. It was the fair thing to do. Also, you seem to be the only one who can help, with all the murders and things like that."

"But the police had a photo of me. They'll be sure to put it in the papers, especially since I've escaped."

"I know. That was my fault as well. I took a photo of you in the bus and sent it to the police. That's why I brought this." Reaching into the back seat, Wanda handed a box to the Doctor. Opening it, he was greeted with tins of makeup. "You'll have to change you're appearance, so they don't know who you are."

The Doctor pulled out a jar and scrutinised it closely. It was an expensive brand, designed specifically for actors. "What should I dress up as?"

"Well, don't you think motroids are responsible for the murders?"

"Well, one was definitely hiding in the wall of that room. I would like to inspect that more."

"Since you suspect the motroids, you should talk to motroids. And the best way to do that is to dress up as a motroid."

The Doctor sat up. "You know, that sounds like a good idea! But how will I be able to hang around the hotel?"

"I say that I've hired you as a personal assistant. You can make your face pale and buy other clothes. You'll have to use yellow contacts as well."

Suddenly, an image of Donna flashed across the Doctor's mind. "Donna! Where is she? We have to rescue her!"

"She's already free." Wanda stopped at a red traffic light. "Her charge wasn't as serious as yours. She's on bail. I sent her somewhere safe."

"Safe?"

"The London aged care nursing home. She's acting as a nurse there. No one will suspect who she is." The light changed to green and the car started again. "Now, I'll stop off at a clothing store. You buy new clothes and change into your disguise. Spend the night at an inn or somewhere, and come to the hotel tomorrow morning." She handed the Doctor some notes, each reading 100 units. It occurred to him for the first time that she must be quite wealthy, judging by her expensive clothes and generous quantity of money.

"Right."

An hour later, Wanda drew up at the hotel. She had dropped the Doctor off at an expensive clothes store, since motroids were becoming wealthier nowadays. As she pulled into her designated parking space, she heard loud, excited voices. She could see flashing lights, and heard the wail of a siren.

Quickly, she hurried to the front doors. An ambulance and police car had just driven off. Arthur Dales was standing at the front door, his face pale.

"What happened?" asked Wanda.

Arthur Dales turned to her. "Sir Robert just died of a heart attack caused by all the excitement. Usually it's not that serious for him, but someone stole his pills! They were found in the pantry in the kitchen!"

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