The Sontaran Stratagem- Part 2
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The Doctor asked, "How did they die?"
"They were all inside their cars." Mace said.
"Completely different makes but all fitted with ATMOS. And that is the ATMOS factory." Martha supplied.
"What's ATMOS?" The Doctor asked.
"Oh come on, even I know that. Everyone's got ATMOS." Dona remarked, proud that she knew something that the famous Doctor didn't.
"Come on, I'll give you a tour while I explain." Martha said.
We followed Martha along a catwalk above the factory floor. "Stands for Atmospheric Emission System. The ATMOS in your car reduces CO2 emissions to zero."
"Zero?" The Doctor asked, shocked. "No carbon? None at all?"
I see Colonel Mace walk up to us and say, "And this is where they make it, Doctor, shipping worldwide. Seventeen factories across the globe but this is the central depot, sending ATMOS to every country on Earth."
"And you think ATMOS is alien." The Doctor stated.
"It's our job to investigate that possibility." Mace said. "Doctor, Anderson, Captain?"
MACE walks off and the Doctor, Jack, Donna, Martha and I follow. We pass some soldiers in the midst of gathering together factory workers.
"Come on, everybody, up the pace. We haven't got all day now." A soldier yells.
We walked to a office and were all crowding around the ATMOS device on the table. Colonel Mace stated speaking first. " And here it is, laid bare. ATMOS can be threaded through any and every make of car."
"You must've checked it, before it went on sale." The Doctor said.
"We did. We found nothing. That's why I thought we needed an expert."
"Really. who'd you get? Oh, right. Me, yes. Good." Martha and Mace leave. I rolled my eyes.
"Okay. So why would aliens be so keen on cleaning up our atmosphere?" Donna asked.
"A very good question." The Doctor stated.
"Maybe they want to help. Get rid of pollution and stuff."
"Do you know how many cars there are on planet Earth? Eight hundred million. Imagine that. If you could control them, you'd have eight hundred million weapons." The Doctor said. He glanced at me and I just stared back at him. I leaned back into Jack and closed my eyes. I felt his arms wrap around me. I thought an adventure with Sarah Jane would help after Pompeii... I guess not.
A while later I opened my eyes to find The Doctor holding and looking at ATMOS's components in his hands. "Ionising nano-membrane carbon dioxide converter. Which means that ATMOS works. Filters the CO2 at a molecular level."
"We know all that, but what's its origin? Is it alien?" Colonel Mace asked.
"No. Decades ahead of its time. Look, do you mind? Could you stand back a bit?"
"Sorry, have I done something wrong?"
"You're carrying a gun. I don't like people with guns hanging around me, all right?"
"If you insist." Mace retreats, closing the door.
"Tetchy." Martha said.
"Well, it's true."
"He's a good man."
"People with guns are usually the enemy in my books. You seem quite at home." The Doctor countered.
"If anyone got me used to fighting, it's you." Martha shot back.
"Oh right, so it's my fault."
"Well, you got me the job. Besides, look at me. Am I carrying a gun?" Martha asked.
"Suppose not." The Doctor said quietly.
"It's all right for you. You can just come and go, but some of us have got to stay behind. So I've got to work from the inside, and by staying inside, maybe I stand a chance of making them better."
"Yeah? That's more like Martha Jones."
"I learned from the best." Martha remarked, smirking.
"Well."
Donna entered the room with Colonel Mace. "Oi, you lot. All your storm troopers and your sonics. You're rubbish. Should've come with me."
"Why, where have you been?"
"Personnel. That's where the weird stuff's happening, in the paperwork. Because I spent years working as a temp, I can find my way round an office blindfold, and the first thing I noticed is an empty file."
"Why, what's inside it? Or what's not inside it?" The Doctor asked.
"Sick days. There aren't any. Hundreds of people working here and no one's sick. Not one hangover, man flu, sneaky little shopping trip, nothing. Not ever. They don't get ill."
"That can't be right." Mace said, shocked.
"You've been checking out the building. Should've been checking out the workforce."
"I can see why he likes you." Martha said.
"Mmm hmm." Donna said.
"You are good."
"Super temp." Donna said. Mimicking typing on a computer with her hands.
"Doctor Jones, set up a medical post. Start examining the workers. I'll get them sent through." Colonel Mace ordered Martha.
"Come on, Donna and Susan. Give me a hand."
Jack let go of my arms and I walked off following Martha and Donna.
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