The Slitheen suddenly looked as if it has been electrocuted. Must be work of The Doctor I thought before grabbing Harriet's hand and made our way to the door. We kept running as far away from the room as possible. "No, wait. They're still in there. The emergency protocols. We need them," Harriet said before she ran away and I followed her.
The Slitheen came out of the room and Harriet and I ran back the other way. Where are you Doctor? I thought as we kept on running. We made our way into the room. "Let's just hide in here," I said and hid behind a couch.
The Slitheen entered the room that we were hiding in. "Oh, such fun. Little human children, where are you? Sweet little humeykins, come to me. Let me kiss you better. Kiss you with my big, green lips," The Slitheen sang.
I quietly got up and hid in the curtain before more Slitheens entered. "My brothers," The female Slitheen said. "Happy hunting?" One of the Slitheen asked. "It's wonderful. The more you prolong it, the more they stink," The female Slitheen said. "Sweat and fear," The male Slitheen said.
"I can smell an old girl. Stale bird and brittle bones," The other male Slitheen said. "And a ripe youngster, all hormones and adrenalin. Fresh enough to bend before she snaps," The female Slitheen said before the curtain I was hiding behind pushed open and I screamed as I stared at the female Slitheen.
"No! Take me first! Take me!" Harriet said as she popped out, making the Slitheens to look over at her. Suddenly the doors opened and The Doctor came in with a fire extinguisher.
"Out, with me," He said as he spray the male Slitheen. I pulled down the curtain down over the female Slitheen before me and Harriet ran towards The Doctor. "Who the hell are you?" The Doctor asked Harriet.
"Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North," Harriet said. "Nice to meet you," The Doctor said. "Likewise," Harriet said and The Doctor spray the Slitheens again. I opened the door and we ran out.
"We need to head to the Cabinet Room," The Doctor said. "The Emergency Protocols are in there. They give instructions for aliens," Harriet said. "Harriet Jones, I like you," The Doctor said. "And I like you too," Harriet said.
We reached a door and The Doctor pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver. He used it to unlock the door. When it was unlocked, we ran inside. The Slitheens were in front of the door as The Doctor picked up a bottle filled with liquid.
He pointed his Sonic at it. "One more move and my sonic device will triplicate the flammability of this alcohol. Poof, we all go up. So back off," The Doctor said and the Slitheens took a step back.
"Right then. Question time. Who exactly are the Slitheen?" The Doctor asked. "They're aliens," Harriet said. "Yes. I got that, thanks," The Doctor said. "Who are you, if not human?" The one male Slitheen asked.
"Who's not human?" Harriet asked. "He's not human," I replied, motioning towards The Doctor. "He's not human?" She repeated. "Can I have a bit of hush?" The Doctor asked. "Sorry," She said.
"So, what's the plan?" The Doctor asked the Slitheens. "But he's got a Northern accent," Harriet whispered to me. "Lots of planets have a north," I whispered back. "I said hush," The Doctor said and he held up the alcohol and the Sonic. "Come on. You've got a spaceship hidden in the North Sea. It's transmitting a signal. You've murdered your way to the top of government. What for, invasion?"
"Why would we invade this God-forsaken rock?" The Slitheen asked. "Then something's brought the Slitheen race here. What is it?" The Doctor asked. "The Slitheen race?" The Slitheen asked. "Slitheen is not our species. Slitheen is our surname. Jocrassa Fel Fotch Pasameer-Day-Slitheen at your service," The second Slitheen said.
"So, you're family," The Doctor said. "A family business," Jocrassa said. "Then you're out to make a profit. How can you do that on a God-forsaken rock?" The Doctor asked.
"Aaahhh, excuse me, your device will do what? Triplicate the flammability?" Jocrassa asked. "Is that what I said?" The Doctor asked. "You're making it up," Jocrassa said. "Ah, well. Nice try. Harriet, have a drink. I think you're gonna need it," The Doctor said as he moved the alcohol to Harriet's direction. "You pass it to the left first," Harriet said.
"Sorry," The Doctor said and gave it to me. "Thanks," I said. "Now we can end this hunt with a slaughter," Jocrassa said. The Slitheens started to approach slowly and The Doctor, Harriet and I took a few steps back. "Don't you think we should run?" I asked.
"Fascinating history, Downing Street," The Doctor said, "Two thousand years ago, this was marsh land. 1730, it was occupied by a Mister Chicken. He was a nice man. 1796, this was the Cabinet Room. If the Cabinet's in session and in danger, these are about the four most safest walls in the whole of Great Britain. End of lesson." With that he pressed a button, causing steel doors to close.
"Installed in 1991. Three inches of steel lining every single wall. They'll never get in," The Doctor said. "And how do we get out?" I asked with a frown. The Doctor nodded, thinking about it for a moment, "Ah."
The Doctor dragged the man's body from before into a small store room, where the late Anthony Blair was also laid out. "What was his name?" The Doctor asked. "Who?" Harriet asked. "This one. The secretary or whatever he was called," The Doctor said.
"I don't know. I talked to him. I brought him a cup of coffee. I never asked his name," Harriet said sadly. "Right, what have we got? Any terminals, anything?" The Doctor asked.
"No. This place is antique. What I don't get is, when they killed the Prime Minister, why didn't they use him as a disguise?" I asked. "He's too slim. They're big old beasts. They need to fit inside big humans," The Doctor explained.
"But the Slitheen are about . . . What, 8 feet? How do they fit inside?" I asked. "That's the device around their necks Compression field. Literally shrinks them down a bit. That's why there's all that gas. It's a big exchange," The Doctor said.
"Wish I had a something like that," I said to herself. "Excuse me. This is not the time for making jokes," Harriet scolded. "Sorry. Happens a lot when you travel with him," I said, pointing at The Doctor. "That's a strange friendship," Harriet said.
"Harriet Jones. I've heard that name before. Harriet Jones. You're not famous for anything, are you?" The Doctor asked. "Hardly," Harriet said. "Rings a bell," He said and looked at me, "Harriet Jones." He went to scan with his Sonic Screwdriver.
"Lifelong backbencher I'm afraid, and a fat lot of use I'm being now. The Protocols are redundant. They list the people who could help and they're all dead downstairs," Harriet said.
"Hasn't it got, like, defence codes and things? Couldn't we just launch a nuclear bomb at them?" I suggested. "You're a very violent young woman," Harriet comment. "I'm serious," I said. "Well, there's nothing like that in here. Nuclear strikes do need a release code, yes, but it's kept secret by the United Nations," She said.
"Say that again," The Doctor said. "What, about the codes?" She asked. "Anything. All of it," The Doctor said. "Well, the British Isles can't gain access to atomic weapons without a Special Resolution from the UN," Harriet said.
"That's never stopped anyone," I stated. "Exactly, given our past record," She replied, "And I voted against that, thank you very much. The codes have been taken out of the government's hands and given to the UN. Is it important?"
"Everything's important," The Doctor said. "If we only knew what the Slitheen wanted. Listen to me. I'm saying Slitheen as if it's normal," Harriet said. "What do they want, though?" I asked.
"Well, they're just one family, so it's not an invasion. They don't want Slitheen World They're out to make money. That means they want to use something. Something here on Earth. Some kind of asset," The Doctor said.
"Like what, gold? Oil? Water?" Harriet asked. "You're very good at this," The Doctor said. "Thank you," Harriet said with a smile. "Harriet Jones. Why do I know that name?" The Doctor asked.
There was a beeping sound and I reached into her pocket. "That's me," I said, pulling out my phone. "But we're sealed off. How did you get a signal?" Harriet asked. "He fixed it," I said, pointing at The Doctor, "Super phone."
"Then we can phone for help. You must have contacts," Harriet told The Doctor. "Dead downstairs, yeah," The Doctor said. "It's Mickey," I said as I stared at the picture he send me.
"Tell your stupid friend we're busy," The Doctor said. "He's not so stupid after all," I said before I handed The Doctor my phone to show the photo of a Slitheen. We both exchanged a look before he handed me back the phone, "Call him."
I quickly called Mickey and after one rang, he answered, "Mickey, are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," He said. "I'm fine. Rose is fine, your Aunt and Uncle are fine."
"What is going on?" I asked. "It's not just alien, Sammy, but like, proper alien. All stinking, and wet, and disgusting. And more to the point, it wanted to kill us," He said. "We could've died," I heard Aunt Jackie's voice. "What?" I asked before The Doctor grabbed my phone from me.
"Is that Ricky? Don't talk, just shut up and go to your computer," The Doctor said. He rolled his eyes, "Mickey the Idiot, I might just choke before I finish this sentence, but, um, I need you."