Laura and The Doctor sat in a wet and cold warehouse, while a loaded rife was pointed squarely at there heads. The figure, dressed in what appeared to be makeshift fatigues and leaned forward in her chair eyeing them. She seemed to have an ere of amusement at all of this.

Two other dark orange figures clad in fatigues rushed into the warehouse, also armed. One with a couple of pistols and one with a high powered machine gun. They were alarmed by The Doctor and Laura's presence.

"Who are they? What are they doing here?" One said, raising his gun.

"They're press." The woman with the rifle walked close The Doctor. "Aren't you? I mean why else would that trash Jamieson try and rush you away to his office."

"Yes. We're press." Laura said. The Doctor looked around the room trying his damnedest to find a way out.

"Good! You're going to tell the truth or you're dead. Got it?"

Laura nodded.

"My name's Cassandra. Well, that's the name I gave myself. My other name was forced onto me."

"Are the guns necessary?" The Doctor asked.

"Yes." Cassandra said quickly and bluntly. "Look, you may be press, but you're not special. You're still humans. Adult, fully realized, adult humans. Adult humans get guns pointed at their heads. That's what they've deserved and that's what we give them."

"I'm not human..." The Doctor said matter-of-factly.

"And don't think I could be considered an adult..." Laura said just as matter-of-factly.

Cassandra chuckled a bit. "Hmm...Strange press...Listen. you're going to tell the system our side of the story. You got that? I want every damn human to know what has done to us."

"What did they do exactly? We're new here." The Doctor said.

"They've invaded our planet, sucked it dry, filled it with their own kind, and enslaved us. We were not prepared for war. We were prepared for peaceful visitors. We gave them what they needed to survive with open arms and a smile. And they rewarded our generosity by stealing us. Now so many of us obey them, afraid to die like so many of us have before...nearly two centuries since these humans came and we don't even remember our people's name...that information wasn't important enough to the humans to keep. To them we're just servants!" Tears filled Cassandra's eyes. The others hung their heads.

"I am so sorry." Laura said, your voice filled with regret.

"So in retaliation for all of these acts of violence you decide to respond with your own violence? Is that really right?" The Doctor said, with a hint of an indigent tone.

Cassandra crouched down to look The Doctor in the eyes. "What is your name?"

"The Doctor, this is Laura."

"Well, Doctor, what do you expect us to do? We have no rights in this place. If we could make the sacrifice of leaving the planet that gave birth to us and raised us to these humans, we have no transports of our own. Not one that would require stealing. We're not allowed to not be under the 'care' of a human. If we're caught away from them and around our own kind we will either be hauled off for reprogramming-" She pointed to the front of her skull. "-manual reprogramming or just plain slaughtered. What do you suggest we do, Doctor? Suffer in silence? Quietly ask for our freedom? Quietly beg to live the lives WE want to live? Tell me Doctor."

"I feel terrible for you, I really do. I want to help. If you let me free I can. Both of us can. But, I can not sit back and watch you commit violence against innocent people, even if the cause is noble."

"Innocent?! Look every bastard we kill isn't innocent! We kill politicians and slumlords and profiteers! Never innocents! No children, no ill, no unemployed elderly. We are honorable Doctor. Unlike our enemy...I can not free you Doctor. Not yet. It is not my call. I have a commander. I have to wait for her approval before I can untie you."

Cassandra turned around and lit a cigarette, with rife still in hand. Suddenly the warehouse door opened again. There stood another orange woman. She quickly shut the door behind her.

"Alexandra! Is everything okay?" Cassandra asked.

"Yes. Just a bit shaken up. Wiring explosives is such a rush! Though I suppose counciler Drake should find it less exciting than me." Alexandra noticed The Doctor and Laura. "Who are these wonderful people?"

"Press." One of the others said.

"Excellent." Alexandra's face was draped in a huge smile. "You're going to help us so much, you have no idea. And you'll do it whether you like it or not!"