Doctor Who Eighth Doctor Adventures 61 by The Infinity Race

Author:The Infinity Race
Format: epub

Chapter Eight 111 Warner eased off on the throttle to check their speed. The Doctor held on to the metal tablet, trying to see through this increasingly murky water. He tapped Warner and pointed straight down. What if the submarine was trapped right in the middle of this thing, the mountain growing round it like a pearl round a speck of grit? He was guessing that hadn’t happened; theorised that it had something to do with the power units. A nuclear explosion had occurred, yes, but not the submarine. He felt the pressure increasing as they dropped, heard his harsh breathing through the respirator. Normal, at last. Finally, they reached the lowest extremity of the formation. It was like being underneath the ceiling of some enormous darkened cathedral. The crystal exuded a sickly, luminous glow. The Doctor made a circling motion. Warner twisted the mini-sub and they began to circumnavigate the churning water. The sea was darker here, the shadow of the giant blocking out the Selonart sun. There it was. Right at the base of the mass. Warner nodded. He was too excited, too young. Dangerous. The nose of the submarine stuck out through the crystals, like someone had thrown a yellow pen into a snowball. It looked dead, a mournful museum piece. Slowly, they drifted towards it. The Doctor blinked. Was he mistaken? There. . . there seemed to be two of them. Two submarines. Three! And more, stuck like ghosts in the ice. A reflection? Impossible. He had to be mistaken. He looked again. The replicas seemed to shift and wave in the water’s current. Holograms? Closer. They had to move in closer whatever the danger. Warner was shaking his head and flapping one hand in front of his face, as if to wave away a wasp. Was he too seeing the ghosts? The Doctor pressed a hand into his shoulder to reassure him. Something moaned in the distance. A creak or a burble. The crystals cracking? They were not going to be able to stay down here long. Just a few minutes, a quick look then away. He just needed to know what it was all for. Something pushed at the Doctor’s chest. Something, some force pressing him. The noises were more insistent now, and he recognised them as artificial in origin. Voices from a badly tuned radio. A multitude of them, a cacophony. Echoing clangs, metallic rattles. In fact, the kind of underwater echoes one

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