Lost and Found

by Selective scifi junkie

At the British Eurotunnel Terminal on the first day of half term, a car is found to be a drugged, bound, bloodied man. Section D are called in, but time is not on their side. Might they have seen this man before? Set early in series 6, so team consists of Adam, Ros, Jo, Connie and Malcolm. The T is for strong violence, more is discussed and implied than seen. Details inside.

3. Eurotunnel Terminal 7:20 AM

27/10/07
7:20 AM
Eurotunnel Terminal

They saw the ambulance coming along the Emergency Services access road. Lucy Small stood up as tall as she could and waved. The ambulance stopped and two paramedics got out, one bald, one brown haired.

"He's here!" Lucy Small shouted. "He's here!" Some people queuing in cars were peering through or out of windows to try and see what was going on, but the cordon kept them too far back to see much more than four cops and a big black bag. The paramedics broke in to a run.

"Is he conscious?"

"No."

Both paramedics crouched down, wrinkling their noses at the smell.

"Did you throw that coat over him?"

"Yes, he didn't have anything before."

"Hello Sir. Sir? Can you hear me?" The bald paramedic said. "Sir, can you open your eyes?" The man didn't respond at all. "I'd call that unconscious. Did you just find him like this in the boot?"

"Yes."

"Do you know anything about what happened to him?"

"No."

"Right, you do resp, I'll do pulse." The bald paramedic laid a hand to the man's neck, the other put a hand in front of his mouth and nose. The bald paramedic held out a wristwatch so they both could see it.

"I have 64."

"I have 4."

"Go and fetch a stretcher and a couple of blankets then." The brown haired paramedic got up and jogged back to the ambulance. The bald paramedic turned back the coat and looked over the man bit by bit, noting the cuts, the burns, the bruises, the broken fingers, the drawn nails. He took a pair of scissors from his pocket and cut the ties on the man's hands and feet and pulled the duct tape free. "Poor chap." He said quietly. "You've been through it haven't you?" He pulled the man's eyelid up slightly. The man didn't attempt to blink. He turned to the police officers. "Thank you for what you've done for him, thank you for trying to warm him up. I think it would have been easy to write him off as dead. If you find any ID in there that might be his, please pass it on to William Harvey Hospital in Ashford, that's where we're taking him. Call us there and cite when and where we picked him up." The brown-haired paramedic set the stretcher down beside the black bag.

My abiding question is: What happened here? Who is he?