3. Up to Old Tricks
Barry leaned against the console, as the Doctor stared at the console, occasionally flicking a switch or pushing a button. Amy had gone to find something to eat. After a while, Barry spoke up.
"So, what exactly were those things?"
The Doctor looked up from the console and replied, "They were Nathereen, a family of Raxacoricofallapatorians."
Barry's face contorted into a face of extreme confusion and he interrupted the Doctor by asking, "Wait a minute. They're...what?"
"Raxacoricofallapatorians." replied the Doctor, as if this was a perfectly normal thing. Ignoring the continually puzzled expression of Barry, he continued.
"But the Nathereen aren't normally this aggressive. They're a quiet farming family on the plains of Raxacoricofallapatorius. What's driven them to be so aggressive?"
"So, what are you doing then?" said Barry, looking at the console intriguingly.
"I'm trying to find out where they are now. I'm scanning for any residual gaseous signatures. Their...farts, basically."
He tapped at the console again, until a loud beep was heard and he jumped up in triumph.
"Aha! I've found one of them at UNIT HQ! Disguised as a Mr. Dermott, Head of Archiving. Let's be off!"
"Wait, Doctor. Amy's still in the-!"
Before Barry could finish, the Doctor pulled a lever and the TARDIS shook violently, making Barry and the Doctor grab the console. Somewhere down the hall, the clattering of kitchen utensils was heard and the sound of Amy screaming.
"Oops." the Doctor uttered.
-DW-
Mr Dermott swiped his ID card against the panel on the door and the giant metal monsters slid open to welcome him into the giant room known as the UNIT Archives.
This man was not in fact Mr Dermott but Gronex Horrel Yex of the Nathereen family. The real Mr Dermott had been killed one week earlier. He entered the archives and took a look around. It was truly amazing, with a giant UNIT logo on the wall and rows and rows of shelves.
Gronex didn't want any of these and began to walk down the middle of the hall towards a door marked, "CLASSIFIED. AUTHORIZED ACCESS ONLY."
People greeted him as he walked past but he merely nodded at them. He didn't trust himself not to give away his identity by speaking.
Eventually, he reached the door and pushed his ID pass against it. It slid open in an identical fashion to the main door and Gronex walked in.
It was a small room, barely bigger than a janitor's closet. The whole room was dotted with files on many different alien activities, from Daleks to Zygons. Gronex scanned through these until he found the file he wanted. It was marked in big red letters. 'THE DOCTOR'
He skimmed through it, seeing pictures of an old man, funny scarves and celery. Gronex smiled and tucked the file into the inside pocket of his suit. He left the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
Okay, I'm going to cut the crap. Just review the damn thing.