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The sun glinted off the skyscrapers as Maddy, Harry and Caiomhe walked down one of the many streets towards the Timeriders base. The Doctor and Sal had gone to get the Doctors 'equipment' after the pleasantries had been exchanged. Maddy was still questioning her decision to let the little group they had just met see the base.

"So." She finally said, breaking the near awkward silence. "When are you guys from?" The question didn't seem at all peculiar, them being time travellers.

"Both 2011. Harry's the newest, just picked him up." Caiomhe replied, nudging Harry playfully. "What about you?"

"2010. How did you, like, become time travellers?" Maddy was continuing her line of questioning. "They don't have time travel for a while yet." She recalled Foster's 'history of time travel' lesson.

"He's..." Harry was unsure how to explain it. Granted he wasn't too sure about the Doctor, he'd been 'briefed' you could say about what the TARDIS was, who the Doctor and Caiomhe were as well. It still baffled him.

"Here we are!" Maddy said, proudly, before Harry could finish. "The Agency."

"It's…umm…" It was an archway underneath a big bridge. "Williamsburg Bridge, right?" he asked, remembering a sign they had passed to get here.

"I know it doesn't look like much but it's home." Maddy proceeded to lift up the iron shutter. A sea of computer monitors dominated one wall, a huge Perspex tank beside the other. A basic kitchenette and two doors were near the back. A boy was sitting at the computer, Caiomhe couldn't tell how old he was. He looked young in the face but with a shock of white hair nestled in between his brown locks and a milky eye made it difficult to pinpoint an age. He was looking in horror at her and Harry before addressing Maddy with a scowl.

"Jayzus Maddy, I thought we were a secret organisation!"

"You'd better close your mouth, you don't want to catch a fly, do you?" The Doctor gave a big grin before running over to the console. Sal gazed around in amazement. The blue police box the Doctor had led her to was fantastically impossible. She'd seen police boxes in school when they had been studying England but she doubted this was the real thing.

"Do you even get flies in here?" Sal asked before joining the Doctor at the console. "This doesn't look like any time machine I've seen."

"Your time machine must be pretty basic then. This is high tech stuff here." The Doctor replied, fiddling with something on the console.

"Looks like something you'd find at a junkyard." Sal prodded at what looked like an ancient typewriter mounted on part of the circular console.

"Oi!" the Doctor looked indignantly at her. "I did have to make one out of stuff in a junkyard though, once." He stroked the console. He remembered back to Amy and Rory. He missed them so much but it was so dangerous having them aboard. Harry and Caiomhe were barely fifteen; he'd have to take them home once this was over. The stakes were way too high and he would blame himself if one of them went missing or even died. So many died because of him, he hated the thought of it.

Sal could see he was thinking about something so turned to inspect the rest of the console. A screen caught her eye. She could see lots of pieces of data, all weirdly complex. This must've been how they'd tracked them down.

"Anyway!" he suddenly spoke up, taking Sal by surprise. "Where's your base? I couldn't get an exact fix on it, otherwise we'd be right inside it."

"It's just under Williamsburg Bridge, this side of the river." She was still confused. "How are you gonna get this thing into the base?" The Doctor gave a mischievous grin.

"You just watch me." And with that, Sal was thrust into the railings as the time machine groaned and the floor gave way.

"Who the heck are they?" Liam asked, pointing to Harry and Caiomhe. "And why have you brought them here?" Even though he was younger by two years, Liam still liked to assert his authority in the group.

"Shush Liam or you'll get Becks coming out!" Maddy calmed him down and quickly explained as best she could who Harry and Caiomhe were. When Liam nodded in approval, Maddy ushered them inside and he sat back down in front of the monitors.

"I'm back Bob." He spoke into a microphone on the desk. A little instant messenger window opened on the screen with the words "I detect new people in the room. Please explain." As Liam explained to whatever 'Bob' was, Harry and Caiomhe were able to explore the base a bit more. It was no bigger than a basic flat or apartment, Caiomhe had to remember they were in America. She pushed a door open and was met with a big tank with what looked like a person in it. Suddenly the floor of the tank opened and pink gloop poured out along with the person in it which appeared to be a girl. She suddenly stood up, her clothes covered in the pink mess as Caiomhe ran out of the room with the mysterious girl in tow.

"Becks!" Maddy realised as she saw Caiomhe running away from her. She stepped forward to perhaps shield the two from the AI.

"Maddy, these two are unauthorised." She said, strangely monotonous to Harry.

"They're time travellers. We can trust them." Maddy said feebly, knowing the hopelessness of winning an argument with her. Once, they had been playing Cluedo and she had managed to win an argument where she'd said that the victim was the only one able to commit the crime. Becks's body suddenly went rigid and her eyes moved manically behind her eyelids.

"Tachyon particles detected." She said. Liam got up from his chair.

"From what?" Just as the words had left his mouth, a police box started appearing in one corner of the room. Liam saw Harry and Caiomhe's faces light up. Papers and discarded pizza boxes were blown to the ground. Once calm had been restored, Sals head poked out from behind one of the blue, wooden doors. She smiled at everyone. The Doctor walked out the doors and gave the biggest grin Maddy had ever seen, like a cat that had got the cream.

"What do you think of my equipment?" he asked, still beaming.