The Sontaran Stratagem- Part 3

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Inside the personnel office Donna asked, "Do you think I should warn my mum about the ATMOS in her car?"

"Better safe then sorry."

"I'll give her a call."

"Donna. Do they know where you are? Your family. I mean, that you're travelling with the Doctor?" Martha asked.

"Not really. Although my granddad sort of waved us off. I didn't have time to explain."

"You just left him behind?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't tell my family. I kept it all so secret, and it almost destroyed them."

"In what way?" I looked away from their conversation and stared at the wall.

"They ended up imprisoned. They were tortured. My Mum, my Dad, my sister… Susan…." Donna gasped. "It wasn't the Doctor's fault, but you need to be careful. Because you know the Doctor. He's wonderful, he's brilliant, but he's like fire. Stand too close and people get burnt. By the way," Martha whispered changed the subject quickly. "What's up with Susan. She seems… distant."

Even though Martha and Donna were whispering I could still hear them. I always had good hearing. It helped me well during my time at the United Nations. "She seems to think everything is her fault. The Doctor told me what happened, by the way. Then Pompeii happened-"

"What?!" Martha said, astonished. "What does Pompeii have to do with anything?"

"Aliens." Donna said. "The Doctor had to make a choice. A horrible choice that we all made with him. It was either destroy Pompeii or the world."

Martha put her hand over her mouth. "Oh my God."

I spoke up. "Dr. Jones, shouldn't we look at the worker's now? I said in a cold voice.

Both Donna and Martha gave shot startling looks at each other. Martha nodded, getting on her white coat and called in the first worker.

Donna left a while after and in between the workers was an awkward silence between Martha and me. Then the next worker came in.

"And your name's Trepper, yeah? Is that Polish? Listen, we're not checking passports. It's not about that. But did you come across from Poland just to work?"

"I came to do my job."

"Okay. I need to listen to your heartbeat. This might be a bit cold. Lift." Black-faced, no blinking Trepper lifts his shirt to reveal a hairless chest. I heard a very fast heartbeat from across the room. I winced, knowing that it wasn't normal.

"Are you on any medication?"

"I'm here to work."

"How many hours a day do you work?"

"Twenty four." Martha glances back at me.

"You work twenty four hours a day? Down." Martha said as the worker got up to leave. "Mister Trepper, have you ever had any form of hypnosis?"

"I'm here to work."

"Okay. Er, if you could just wait here." Martha said she walked calmly over to me and gestured to the door. I nodded and we walked out. "What the hell? Twenty four hours? Impossible!"

Just then the two guards that I remembered from the t.v. show approached and said "Doctor Jones."

"Not now, I'm busy."

"Just one question. Do you have security clearance level one?" Guard one said.

"Yes, I do. Why?"

"I'm way above clearance one." I remarked.

"Colonel Mace wants to see you." Guard two told Martha.

"Oh good, because I want to see him. Where is he?"

"Come with us" Guard two said. Martha and I looked at eachother then started to follow them.

Soon we got to the basement. I had made my decision to stay with Martha. "What's he doing down here?" Martha asked.

"He asked to see you." Guard two said.

"Why? Has he found something?" Martha and I entered the clone laboratory. We look at each other as Martha realises something is wrong and tries to escape, but guard one and two is force us back in. I screamed once before I became unconscious.

I awoke laying on a trolley next to Martha. We both have a device fitted around our head which is fastened to the trolley by the bath.

"Is someone going to tell me what the hell is going on?" One of the Sontaran entered the room. "Okay. So, listen. You're not the first aliens I've met. Just tell me who you are."

"Commander Skorr of the Tenth Sontaran Battle Fleet. Known as Skorr the Bloodbringer."

"What have you done to those two?"

"Simple hypnotic control, as with the factory drones. But with you two, we need something more complex."

A hand rises from the green liquid. "What is that?" Martha asked.

"Soon, that will be you"

Martha looked over at me with a horrified expression on her face. I gave a brief smile. Martha started to struggle.

"It is inadvisable to struggle. The female has a weak thorax."

"But what are you doing?"

"Completing mental transfer. The clone needs full memory access." The Sontaran and I said at the same time. The alien looked at me for a second then went back to what he was doing.

"Clone?" A second Martha rises from the green liquid. "You can't." The clone pulls off its umbilical cord. "That's not."

"Martha, it'll be fine!" I called.

"You will sleep, girl. Sleep, and keep the memories alive. Memories we can use in battle." Martha fell asleep.

Skorr switches off Martha's headset. "Ready and waiting to advance the great Sontaran cause, sir." Clone Martha said.

"Then go to work. I have one more to go." The alien said to me. I widened my eyes. I began to struggle. They couldn't get my mind. They couldn't. I knew too much. Then a hand shot up from the still full tub. I fell unconscious.

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