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Science Assassin: Chapter twenty
As the old, run down bubble car drove rapidly through the crowded London streets, Donna gripped her seat, feeling sick. The doctor was driving like a mad man, speeding through red lights and turning corners at a tremendous speed. She had tried to start a conversation, but he seemed unkeen to talk. So Donna was resigned to sitting with her eyes shut tight so as not to feel sick as the buildings shot past the car window.
In the back seat, the one of the motroid nurses was talking on a mobile phone, her hand over her mouth so that Donna wouldn't hear her conversation. She was sniggering at something. Donna wasn't sure what. Finally, to her relief, the car drew up with a screech outside the front of the hotel.
Donna jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut.
"Don't you ever drive like that again!" she scolded the doctor. "The TARDIS is bad enough, but that was the worst drive I've ever had."
"Sorry," replied the doctor, walking in through the front doors. "Now, let's go and find the motroids' lair. I found the tunnel leading to behind the board room wall. Wanda and Gertrude, you go and get the police."
One of the nurses went over to the reception desk phone while the other walked off in the opposite direction. The one at the reception desk began talking to a tired looking motroid holding a bucket and rag. He appeared to have just finished washing the windows, although half were still dusty.
"Come on Donna." The Doctor led the way into the kitchen and into the pantry. He pushed hundreds of packets onto the floor and switched a switch which was on the pantry's back panel.
"Shouldn't you pick those up?" asked Donna. "I mean, you've made it pretty obvious that you've found the passage."
"Motroid waiters will pick those up." The Doctor stepped into a doorway which had opened when some shelves slid back and the back panels opened, revealing a lit corridor. "They're used to cleaning up after the motroids which use this passage."
Donna walked down the well lit corridor, feeling slightly nervous. What would they find? A whole army of armed motroids? Turning a corner, she found a bigger room with rooms leading off it. A motroid came out of one, and then stopped suddenly. He was holding a small machine.
"Donna?"
His voice sounded familiar. Donna was amazed. "Doctor?"
"Donna, what are you doing here? How did you get in here? Who's that?"
Donna looked at the motroid who she had assumed was the doctor. He spoke up.
"Donna, don't believe him. He's a fake."
"No I'm not!" said the motroid with the machine. "He's a fake. I'm the real Doctor. See." He pulled his hair and white powder flew into the air.
The other motroid also pulled his hair, and white power flew into the air as well. "I'm the real doctor. See? He's a faker. He's a motroid who's put flour in his hair."
Donna was confused. At first, she had thought the first motroid's voice sounded different, but now both motroids spoke with exactly the same tone. Who should she believe?
"That's the Doctor's machine," she said, pointing to the device and recognising it.
"He stole it off me," said the motroid. "Give it back you motroid."
"No, it's mine. He's the motroid. I'm a time lord." The motroid with the machine put the machine in his pocket.
"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" came a big booming voice. A short motroid stamped in, his large barrel shaped belly sticking out in front of him. He was brandishing a giant gun almost the same size as him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU ARE MEANT TO BE TIED UP. HOW DID YOU GET AWAY? GUARDS! COME HERE! THE DOCTOR GOT AWAY! TIE HIM UP. ELECTROCUTE HIM. THE DONNA PERSON IS HERE AS WELL. ARREST HER." He suddenly noticed the other motroid. "YOU. WHO ARE YOU? ARE YOU THE DOCTOR? WHICH ONE IS THE DOCTOR?"
Even the major was confused! More motroids ran in, carrying guns. Donna and the two motroids were surrounded.
"WHICH ONE IS THE REAL DOCTOR?" The major was annoyed. This was ruining his plans. How had the Doctor escaped?
"He is," said the Doctor.
The other motroid replied, "He is."
All the motroids were confused. Which one should they arrest? Suddenly, the major pointed his gun at Donna. "RIGHT. TELL ME WHICH OF YOU IS THE DOCTOR OR SHE DIES."
"I'm the Doctor," said the Doctor, pulling out his machine. "See. This belongs to me. Let her go. She doesn't know anything."
"Yes I do!" exclaimed Donna, annoyed. "You'll never guess what happened Doctor. The future me died!"
"FUTURE YOU? YOU ARE MAD." The major put his finger on the trigger. The Doctor aimed his laser at the major but suddenly there was a loud beeping and smoke started coming out of the machine. It was broken!
"I DO NOT LIKE MAD PEOPLE. I DO NOT LIKE HUMANS. THAT IS WHY WE ARE GETTING RID OF THEM ONCE AND FOR ALL. YOU DO NOT KNOW THIS, BUT WE HAVE A GIANT, SMOKE FILLED BOMB. WHEN WE LIGHT IT, ALL HUMANS WILL BE SHOT OFF THE PLANET IN THE EXPLOSION. THEY MIGHT LAND ON MARS, IF THEY'RE LUCKY. US MOTROIDS WILL STAY HERE. WE HAVE ALL ARRANGED TO GET INTO OUR SPECIALLY DESIGNED STAYING PODS WHICH WE HAVE ALL BUILT. MOTROIDS WILL GET EARTH, AND ITS RESOURCES."
"Major, unfuse your bomb and the motroids will survive. Humans are building you a planet. You'll never have to see them again, and you'll have all the resources necessary," the Doctor explained.
"NO. HUMANS WOULD NOT DO THAT. THEY DO NOT LIKE US. WE DO NOT LIKE THEM. THAT IS WHY THEY ARE GOING, FOR GOOD." The major was just about the shoot Donna when a sleeping dart flew through the air and stuck his fat cheek. In no time at all he was fast asleep, leaning against the wall. The motroids stood still, guns aimed at the corner of the corridor. Who was there?
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