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"This isn't quite what I expected to happen."
"You thought because everyone would know who you were they would let you in and well...you know. Take them to their leader?"
Turning on his heels and away from inspecting the wall The Doctor walked over and sat down next to her. They were sitting in a waiting room, even though the building looked like an old peoples home from the front. The inside was much different, inside was much like any other military base. Men and women with guns, locked doors.
"Don't bring that cliché out on me Phil." Leaning back in the chair he looked up at the plain ceiling. "I was thinking something along those lines though."
"Knew it!"
"Now now Phil, calm down."
"Sorry."
"That's alright." Running a hand through his hair he looked at her. "This is bad though, I am very well aware that U.N.I.T have other things to do but I think the possible destruction of one their bases is also rather important."
"What are U.N.I.T?"
"We're one of the first defences against the paranormal and extraterrestrial threats to Earth." A voice spoke from the doorway. The Doctor and Phil looked over at a tall man wearing a black uniform and a red beret.
"Well that answers my question."
"Yes, but it doesn't answer mine."
"You've not asked any."
"Shut up Phil! Shh," The Doctor put a finger to his lips. Phil followed suit, he smiled and nodded. "Right, firstly I would like to know who are we talking to first."
"Colonel Jake Grant. No need to address yourself, we all know who you are." The military man said but then looked at Phil. "But who are you?"
"This is my plucky young ward!"
"Plucky?"
"You're very plucky."
"Thanks!" Phil smiled, the two cut their moment short when Grant coughed awkwardly. "I'm Phil." She introduced herself properly, minus the last name.
"I got told of a message you bring?"
"Yes."
"Maybe here isn't the place to discuss this matter." Grant said in a serious matter and turned on his heels and walked out.
"That's our cue to follow."
"...He's a bit blunt."
"Phil he's a Colonel, military people are usually like this. Well actually...I think only the ones fighting against possible alien threats are like that."
"Does he hate his job? I mean, he looked pretty depressed."
"Possibly!" The Doctor jumped up from the chair and held his hands out to her. Wiggling his fingers Phil reached up and put her hands in his and got pulled to stand. The two walked out of the room. "Would explain a lot actually. The cold reception we got, the fact that we've been in that room for twenty minutes." The Doctor reasoned while swinging their hands, putting her other hand in her pocket Phil looked around.
"What are you going to say?"
"See, I am not usually one for meddling." Phil gave him a look which he point blank ignored. "But these people need to get warned. Knowing that people could die makes me compelled to warn them."
"Isn't that technically messing with some time line thing?"
"Oh shush," he nudged her. "I am allowed to meddle once in a while."
"Ok!"
"Most people would lecture me, yet you say ok."
"I can't lecture you Doctor, that's a rather impossible mission."
"Have you been spying on us?"
"Spying is a bit of dramatization is it not?" The Doctor turned away from the window and walked over to the desk which Grant was sitting behind. Phil sat swinging her legs in a chair in front of the desk.
"What would you call it then?"
"Observing," he correct while wagging a finger at the military man. Walking over and finally sitting down in the chair next to Phil he looked at the Colonel seriously. "You have been keeping an ever watchful eye on a species known simply to you are Trions." The Doctor paused, "I would like to know why."
"The information I tell you, is it in some relevance to the message you bring?" The Doctor and Phil looked at each other and then at him. They both gave a swift nod. "Alright," Grant laid his hands on his desk and sat in quiet contemplation for a few seconds. Opening his grey eyes and looking at the two of them he nodded. "You know U.N.I.T have several bases, all of which the public know nothing about."
"That's for sure, I didn't even know you guys existed."
"Exactly," Grant nodded slowly at Phil's words. "We're not meant to be known."
"But face it," The Doctor fidgeted in the chair. "With the rise in alien hassle you lot are as well known as...I don't know...the queen. Or! The prime minister."
"I wouldn't go that far." Grant said nervously at The Doctor's ramble.
"I would! Don't put you and your guys down, you lot are great. I've always like U.N.I.T."
"That's a lie."
"Yeah you're right, we've had a rather rocky relationship. So! Back to the bases, what's wrong with them?"
"Nothing."
"That's anticlimactic," The Doctor sighed hoping to hear some sort of dramatic story of what was wrong with these apparent bases.
"There are several known bases in the country, only on a need to know basis. Workers and the government are the only people who know of them."
"And us."
"Well yes, and now you two." Grant leant his head against his hands. "But that is not the point, over the past few months each of them have been broken into."
"Anything stolen?"
"No."
"That's good," The Doctor said seriously. Phil looked confused and looked from Grant to The Doctor. Catching her confused look he turned in the chair and looked at her. "There are things in these bases Phil which could very well prove a useful weapon. Especially against slow dumb witted humans."
"Not to mention the prisoners."
"Wait a minute," The Doctor frowned. "Since when were there prisoners? I always thought the capture and holding of threats were Torchwood's job."
"They disbanded."
"What?" The Doctor looked actually quite shocked. "...Really?" Grant nodded to confirm it. "Oh damn more work for you lot then."
"Who are Torchwood?"
"Phil I shall explain all later honestly I will." He smiled at her, she shrugged and nodded. Just accepting the fact that she was out of this conversation. Although she could still listen, she doubted very much she'd understand anything. "So well and truly, you guys are the first line of defence against the otherworldly critters of the universe."