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With the first two episodes having been released I am pleased to see that I have received very good reviews so far. The episodes have definitely increased traffic to the site, I got three hundred alone over the course of last weekend, which is always good.
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As I have been busy preparing series 1 of Christel Doctor Who I haven't really done that much on my other side project. This is the first part of Chapter 5 of Doctor Who Salvation which is my tenth Doctor/Terminator crossover story. Part 2 will follow later in the week, for now though enjoy...If you have missed any of the previous characters check the story out on its own mini-site. Link to be found to the right...
Califronia State Penetentiary
August 25th 2009
Jack Harkness pounded the floor of the briefing room as he attempted to take in what Martha was telling him. This sounded for all he knew like something way beyond him and although Jack adored the limelight and adoration of problem solving sometimes wished the Doctor would just sweep in and take all the worry out from underneath him.
Martha continued with her briefing and as Jack continued to track from side to side across the room Mickey Smith and Gwen Cooper listened intently, “He claims that his name is Marcus Wright but since there is no record of him anywhere in the system we can’t even be sure of that”. This was enough of a revelation for Gwen who interjected, “How come he isn’t on any system?”
“You tell me” replied Martha, “Between us we can pretty much locate anybody we wanted to…but this guy is a ghost…he was never born, and he never existed”,
“Yet he sitting in there telling stories of robots sent to kill him” interrupted Mickey, “Which sounds all too familiar to me” boasted Jack. “I need to talk to him.” Ordered Jack, Martha knew it would be almost pointless to object and so gave in pretty easily, “Be my guest” she quipped “He’s a tough one though, I’ll warn you.”
“Oooh just my type” joked Jack; but underneath he knew that something wasn’t right and he didn’t want his worst fears to be correct.
The shear blankness of the interview room became apparent the minute he entered. It was cold. Adorned with only a small chair and table, plain in appearance and in function Jack scanned the room quickly and found himself almost comforted by the fact that he had been allowed to enter the room first . All the way along the far wall of the room was a mirror, normal on this side but see through on the other, he knew Mickey, Martha and Gwen would be standing there right now watching probably joking about how long it would take him to look in the mirror and correct his hair. The room was silent. Jack was pensive.
The silence was shattered with the crack of cold steel and the grinding and whining of the door hinges. In came a medium height man escorted by a guard. He sat in the chair opposite Jack and slumped back into his seat as much as his cuffs and prison outfit would allow him to. Jack whipped his head around to the door and the waiting guard took the hint to leave. The door whined shut again laving the room silent. Jack reached into his jacket and removed his colt 45 pistol placing the heavy weapon onto the middle of the table. The person opposite him didn’t even blink, it was at this point that Jack knew he had to change tact, and also at this point that he began to formulate a strategy.
He leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on the edge of the cold table, resting his chin in his hands and looked into the eyes of the person sitting opposite him. “So then Marcus? How’s things?”. Marcus shifted back in his chair and his eyes quickly scanned the room however Jack had noticed that he still hadn’t even looked at the weapon.