Alexis parked her car next to next to the abandoned building. She didn't like driving through that part of town let alone parking there, but she couldn't let anyone find out that she was meeting with Bordune Kaltarp, also known as the Trader. If her benefactor got wind of what she was doing he might pull out of his agreement and she couldn't let that happen.

The passenger door opened, startling her. Bordune sat down in the seat next to her and she let out a sigh of relief. She was glad he was still using the perception filter that Torchwood gave him when they granted him asylum, taking away the strange ridges that ran up his forehead and the bluish tint to his skin.

He didn't actually need asylum. What he needed was a place to store his merchandise while he located buyers.

She found out about him through one of the visitors who worked for her obtaining information. At first he didn't trust her, but once he realized she could help him they developed a mutually beneficial business relationship. She would point him in the right direction or hand over information and he, in turn, paid her handsomely.

She might be the Vice President now, but she had her sights on the Presidency. Something her benefactor was going to help her with, but even with his assistance it would require a lot of capital and saving herself out a nice little nest egg wouldn't hurt either.

"You said you might have some merchandise for me?" Bordune asked, after closing the door.

"Possibly," she replied. "What do you know about Time Lords?"

Bordune stared at her as if she just sprouted a second head.

"Time Lords?" he asked, slowly.

"Yes."

"Do you have information about them?"

She could see the greed in his eyes and knew her instincts where right.

"I asked what you know about them."

"Time Lords haven't existed for thousands of years. They died out long ago. According to some they were killed off by their own leader in his search to defy death."

"So, there aren't any more Time Lords?"

"No."

"But if there was one," she began and his eyes snapped to hers, "hypothetically speaking. How much would he…or she be worth?"

He recovered from the shock of her question and resumed his salesman persona. The only thing that gave him away was the greed that still danced in his dark eyes, but she noticed it.

"That would depend on certain factors. Age being one of them, but even an old Time Lord would be worth a small fortune."

"And a baby?"

He sat forward, quickly.

"A…baby?"

She smiled at his interest. Yes, she definitely made the right decision.

"If I had access to a Time Lord baby, hypothetically, how much would that child be worth?"

"More than you could imagine."

"I can imagine a lot."

"Not as much as that child would be worth."

"Why would one child be worth that much?" she asked.

"A Time Lord child would be the most valuable thing in the universe."

"Why?"

"Does it matter?"

"No, not really," she replied with a shrug.

It didn't really matter why someone wanted the child, as long as she got paid. More money than she could imagine. She smiled at that thought.

"Do we have an agreement?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, I believe we do."

"I'll need proof."

"Of course. The child won't be born for a few months, but a blood sample should suffice."

"That would be proof enough," he agreed. "How long until the child is born?"

"Six month, but I'll make sure our mother-to-be is well cared for. I will expect our usual payment arrangement."

"Once I locate a buyer, and that won't be very difficult, I'll make sure you receive half your payment up front. I will need the proof beforehand."

"I'll have your proof tomorrow," Alexis said, starting the car.

She waited until he climbed out the passenger side and shut the door. Then she put the car in drive and headed back to her office. Now that she had an agreement with Bordune there were arrangements to make.

She hadn't gotten this far in life without realizing the importance of tying up loose ends. There was a lose end in the form of a doctor who needed tending. She also needed to find an out of the way place to keep the girl. Six months. That was a long time, but in the end her investment would pay off and that was worth a little aggravation.

As she parked her car she pulled out her private phone and dialed Alec's number. He was the only one she could trust with this. He was discreet and professional.

"Yes," his familiar deep voice grunted from the other end of the line.

"I have two jobs for you," she said.

"The first one?"

"I need you to take care of Dr. Andrews for me tonight at seven. He's set to meet one of my people in the usual place."

"And?"

"Then I need you to pay a visit to a couple. I'll fax you their pictures and address. Make sure no harm comes to the girl. I need her alive and uninjured, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I want her brought to the compound."

"And her companion?"

"Make sure he's taken care of. We don't need any lose ends."

"Got it."

She hung up the phone. As soon as she had the girl she could get a blood sample to Bordune and she intended to do that as soon as soon as possible. There was an old government compound that hadn't been used in a few years. It was in the country, miles from anything else. It would be the perfect place to keep her.

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