Davison

The trio exited the Executor's TARDIS, traveling up several levels before coming to a computer interface mounted on a wall. The Doctor scanned it with his sonic screwdriver before delving into its memory. He looked over station schematics, defensive capabilities, power outputs and uses, and the menu for the mess hall before coming to personnel records.

"Right, we need to find the leader of this little group," the Doctor said.

"Look under 'chain of command'," the Executor said.

The Doctor, turning slightly held up a finger. "Normally you'd be right but that catastrophe was just a test. A test implies research and development which means the military is just here to babysit. The leader of this group will be the one in charge of the scientific team. That person is a…Doctor Jacob Hardy. His is the mind we need to change. River I'm sending you his particulars."

"Can you use that thing to access their security feeds?" the Executor asked.

The Doctor waved his screwdriver over the monitor. The screen fizzled with static before clearing. The Doctor checked the screwdriver. "No, they're using some form of encryption. It's going to take a while to crack it."

The Executor stepped back drawing the metal rod from his waistcoat and pointed it at the interface. There were two whooping chirps and the screen changed to images of other places throughout the facility.

The Executor twirled his tool and tucked it away. "Try it now."

The Doctor stepped in front of the screen and began his search. "I'll access their facial recognition. We'll have him in a few seconds."

River leaned in with a smile. "Why is his so much bigger than yours?"

"Really?" asked the Doctor and Executor in unison.

Smiling, River checked her device, "Doctor Jacob Hardy is in his forties, never married, brilliant by all accounts. He's been with the military for nearly twenty years, working on numerous weapons projects and a few projects with special tags on them. This is one of them. They call it 'Project Supremacy'. Not the most original moniker."

She knelt beside the Doctor and removed a panel from the wall. Using a small set of tools she patched her device into the interface's connections. "I'm going to find out exactly what's so supreme about this operation."

The Executor

Inside his personal laboratory, Doctor Hardy stared at a section of Stewart's equation. Nearly through its solution, the answer appeared to require some sort of conduit of time that would have to exist outside of three-dimensional space. The levels of energy needed to prove the theorem were staggering but not impossible. The door to his lab opened and his assistant appeared.

"Sir!"

"What is it?" Hardy snapped.

"One of our technicians just reported an unauthorized access of our systems from a terminal outside the restricted area," the assistant said.

Hardy waved him off. "Notify the Commander and have him deal with it."

"Well, sir, they're inside your personnel file and the files of the project," the assistant said.

Hardy turned from his work. "In that case have the Commander hold them for interrogation." He turned back to the equation. "Let me know when we have them."

The Executor

Back at the terminal, River was hard at work, reviewing the documents. "It seems the entire project centers around some sort of equation posited by someone named Stewart Dougherty."

"Is there a picture of the equation?" the Doctor asked.

"No," River said. The screen on her device changed and she put her hand to her mouth in shock. Then it went blank along with the interface.

"Uh-oh," the Doctor tried resurrecting the screen to no avail. "Not good."

The Executor looked around. "I suppose we should expect company soon." He drew his tool. "If they're proficient they'll be here in less than thirty seconds. You might want to get ready with that blaster, Misses Lord Doctor."

The Doctor saw the Executor and River ready for a fight. He placed his hands on theirs lowering their chosen weapons. "No, we can use this to our advantage." The corridor filled with the sound of rushing boots and weapons being primed to fire. Then they were surrounded, facing a squad of armed troops. The Doctor raised his hands. "Unarmed, we're unarmed!" He bobbed his head. "Well she is armed but we come in peace."

"Really?" said River and the Executor in unison.

A bear of a man in a black battle-dress uniform bearing officer's insignia on his collar moved to the front of his troops. His face square and sternly set, he regarded the trio with piercing blue eyes underneath frowning eyebrows. "My name is Commander Bellows."

The Doctor smiled. "Hello, I'm the Doctor. This is Doctor River Song and the Executor. Just popped in to see Doctor Hardy, need to speak to him regarding your new missile."

"Confiscate their weapons and bring them to Interrogation," Commander Bellows said.

"We would really like to speak with Doctor Hardy first," the Doctor said.

"Don't worry, he'll get his turn," Commander Bellows said.