Doctor Who BBC872 - To the Slaughter

‘And did you?’
‘No.’
The Doctor sighed. ‘How did you know where I was?’
‘I didn’t. I took a toilet break from silver service and followed this Tinya
bint. She sneaked off from the conference with Halcyon early –’
‘Halcyon?’
‘Some Feng Shui artist type.’
‘It’s pronounced Fung Shway.’
‘Whatever.’
He pointed down at the sleeping Tinya. ‘Why follow her?’
‘Thought she could be persuaded to help me find you, Fitz and the mercury.’
said Trix. She searched Tinya’s body and pocketed her white card, swapping
it for her own Level One pass. ‘Funny thing is, she told her boss she was off
to check that this job lot of old antiques had finished loading on to Halcyon’s
ship. But she didn’t. She went straight to her office, made a quick call telling
someone called Nerren to do it, and then came up here.’
‘Nerren is Falsh’s assistant,’ said the Doctor, crossing to study the bank of
bubbles shimmering down one wall. ‘Perhaps she wanted him out of the way
so she could check the cricket scores on one of these. . . ’ He trailed off, staring
at one of the screens.
‘What’s up? Earth all out for a hundred and two?’
‘That’s the loading bay we arrived in.’ Trix crossed over to see. A man was
arguing with some guards, pointing at the various crates lying around. ‘And
that’s Nerren.’
There was no sign of the TARDIS.
‘It’s been loaded on board?’ she hissed.
‘Fitz couldn’t leave without us.’
‘Doctor, wait.’ She tried to tap the screen but her finger went straight
through it, impaling the bright blue figure of Aristotle Halcyon as he came
into view, gesturing rudely. ‘That’s our artist VIP. If he’s down there, the meeting
is over.’ She tugged at his arm. ‘So we can expect red alert!’
‘Red alert is right!’ The Doctor pulled free and dashed towards the door.
‘We’ve got to get down to that loading bay!’
‘Calm down!’ Trix raced after him, grabbed hold of his kitchen smock before
he reached the door. ‘More haste, less speed! Security will be looking for two
blokes, won’t they? Only sleeping cheekbones in there knows about me – her
and the kitchen bloke I biffed.’
‘What’s your point?’
She smiled. ‘Well, we may not he able to stand the heat, but. . . ’ She passed
him Tinya’s white card. ‘Perhaps we should get into the kitchen anyway.’
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