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Science Assassin: Chapter sixteen

The Doctor was chained to a tall, metal pole in a square room. Two sullen faced motroids were guarding him, pointing guns at him. The Doctor's head was still spinning after his collapse, but at least he could see clearly now. There was still a strong, familiar smell in the room. What was it? The smoke from the motroid's cigar! It had poisoned him, causing him to lose consciousness. It was floating in the air now. He wondered why the motroids were not affected. Were they immune to it?

"So, er, hi! I'm the Doctor." The Doctor spoke to the two guards.

They said nothing.

"Can I ask where I am?"

The one of the motroids spoke up. "In the board room's walls."

"Oh," the Doctor had forgotten about the secret passages. "Where's the entrance?"

"Kitchen pantry."

"Oh. So, are you in charge of the murders?"

No answer.

"You could at least tell me something."

"The major will be coming soon. He will explain everything before your extermination."

"I see," the Doctor tried to look calm. "May I ask how I am going to be exterminated?"

"The pole you are tied to is plugged into an electric circuit. When I press this switch," the motroid pointed to a button on the wall, "electric currents will run through the metal, electrocuting you alive."

"Hmmm, pleasant way to die, isn't it?" commented the Doctor sarcastically.

The motroids said nothing.

The Doctor was bored. He wasn't really worried about electrocution. He'd think up a way out. And if he didn't, he could always regenerate. He wondered how Wanda was going. She had promised to keep the remaining members of the science committee away from motroids. Now, he had definite proof that they were up to no good. Why had they poisoned him? For interfering, probably. That was why they wanted to get rid of him. What about Donna? He hoped she had listened and stayed away from her future self. Suddenly he remembered. He was supposed to be visiting the nursing home! Donna would be waiting for him! What would she do?

Suddenly, loud footsteps echoed around the room, and a short, rather plump motroid entered. It was the major.

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Donna sat in the dining room at a table by herself, her heart thumping. Where was the Doctor? He had promised to come ASAP, as soon as possible, and now it had been hours and no sign of him! She wondered if she should go and talk to old Donna. The nurse who had taken her lunch had said that the old woman was not eating, and was only muttering to herself. Even worse, she had started to develop a fever and bad headache. Donna was concerned...about herself. Her old self. The Doctor had told her to keep away, but he hadn't known that she would get sick. And where was he?

Donna pushed the pasta around on her plate, not hungry. Eventually she emptied it into a bin and wandered upstairs, deep in thought. She found herself in front of the old Donna's door. The Doctor had told her to keep away! But he wasn't here. He hadn't kept his promise. He wasn't helping. So Donna decided to take matters into her own hands, and opened the door.

A fearsome sight met her eyes. Old Donna was lying in bed, her face a white as a sheet. She was stock still.

"Donna?" asked Donna. "Are you OK?"

The old woman didn't move. Her chest wasn't moving. Suddenly, Donna realised the awful truth. She was dead.

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The motroid major was a plump, extremely short man, with pale, yellowy skin and rotten teeth. He was dressed in an old army suit and carried a giant gun, almost as big as himself. He guffawed when he saw the Doctor.

"So, hello Doctor!" The major spoke in a loud, shouting voice. Whenever he spat out a word, droplets of saliva flew out.

"I trust you are the major. Did you see through my disguise?"

"Of course. We know what you've been up to. We even helped you escape from prison. How do you think Wanda obtained the right papers so easily? I simply placed a motroid at the prison desk, and you were out in a flash. You never suspected, did you?"

"No." The Doctor frowned. He hadn't expected the motroids to know so much. "Now, are you or are you not in charge of the murders?"

"What do you think?"

"Yes."

"Yes, we are responsible for those certain...injuries."

"Injuries! You murdered three scientists and seriously injured another one!" The Doctor was furious.

"I think you mean injured another two."

"What? You tried another murder? When? Who?"

"Mr Long, inventor of the bubble cars. Shoved him right into the road. Didn't kill him though, but he'll be out of action for a while."

"Your motive?"

"Us motroids like living here on earth. We know humans are trying to get rid of us. I don't like the idea of a giant, human made planet. It will just fall to pieces. No. Earth is much better. No scientists, no planet."

"What about Wanda?"

"That brat? When you're gone we'll exterminate her as well. And your other friend, Donna was it? I know that right now she's at the London aged care nursing home. I have three motroids heading there to exterminate her. They're going to dress up as nurses."

"No!" The Doctor knew that he had to protect Donna, since he was responsible for her on his travels. "Do what you like to me, but don't kill her!"

"Hahahahahahaha!" laughed the major. "Since it upsets you so much, I think I'll change my plans." He pulled a mobile phone out of his pocket and dialled a number. "Gertrude? It's the major here. There's been a change of plans. Are you at the nursing home yet?... Well, when you get there don't kill the girl yet. Bring her here...yes, we've got the Doctor...I want to kill her in front of him. Bit of torture, you know...well, think up some excuse...say you're working for Wanda and that the Doctor has sent for her...well, if that doesn't work just give her a whiff of that smoke...ok, see you soon."

The Doctor looked down at the chains in dismay. He had to get out, and soon. He had to warn Donna, and Wanda as well. And another scientist had been hurt in his absence. Who knew how long until the next one was injured? He had to help them! But he needed to think of a plan...and fast.

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