Doctor Who: BBC Eighth Doctor Adventures [041] - Father Time by Lance Parkin

Author:Lance Parkin
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Science-Fiction - Doctor Who
ISBN: 9780563538103
Publisher: BBC Books
Published: 2001-01-07T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The Interrogation Game

Ferran watched, unmoved, as two guards dumped the Doctor on the interrogation table. This was the first time he’d seen his brother’s enemy.

The Time Lord was unconscious, corpselike and blindfolded. They strapped him into the restraints without his so much as stirring.

The interrogation chamber had been grown quickly in one of the rooms on the top floor of the Tower. Its size meant it should be an intimate space, but the white-tiled walls, the stainless-steel surfaces, the harsh light gave it the ambience of an abattoir.

‘We should kill the woman,’ he told the Deputy.

‘She could still be useful.’

‘The Doctor’s our prisoner. He’s not going anywhere.’

‘You have never faced him in battle, My Lord. We should keep the girl alive, as a possible hostage. If he escapes, rescuing her will be his priority.’

Ferran nodded. He’d read enough of the archives to know the Deputy was right. He thought about killing the Doctor while he had the chance, finding the Last One for himself, but accepted that this was the most efficient way to obtain her location. ‘As you wish. Begin the mind probe.’

The Interrogator stepped to the control box. He was a small man who looked like a toad. He began turning dials with clear relish for the task ahead.

‘The Doctor possesses a great many mental techniques and defences,’ the Deputy told the Interrogator. ‘I suggest you concentrate on the mental link between the Doctor and his TARDIS.’

Ferran frowned. ‘What good will that do us?’

The Deputy smiled. ‘The Doctor is never far from his police box, you can’t imagine him without it. But it’s not within a hundred miles of here, or we would have detected it. So the Doctor is based elsewhere.’

‘Find the TARDIS and we find the Last One?’

‘That is the theory, My Lord. He and the TARDIS have a symbiotic link. Logically, the TARDIS will provide the safest place to secure the Last One.’

The Interrogator bent over the controls. ‘We should be able to follow that link, My Lords.’ He took a circlet from its compartment on the console and placed it on the Doctor’s head. The Interrogator was already wearing the matching one.

As the Interrogator set about his work, the Deputy began examining the case the Doctor had brought with him. Ferran looked over his shoulder. Half the case was taken up with a bulky piece of equipment, the other half was packed with odds and ends.

‘Components salvaged from the saucer,’ the Deputy said. He took a few items out, then something caught his eye.

He pulled it out, brandished it.

Ferran snatched it from him.

This was the knife, blessed by his brother, imbued with his sacred duty. This was the knife with which he would carve out the Last One’s hearts.

‘The instrument of his destruction,’ he laughed. ‘He kept it. He didn’t understand what it symbolised.’

The Deputy was watching him, silently pleading for his master to show more reverence.

‘It is destiny,’ Ferran hissed.

Joel lay back on his silk sheets. He was full of champagne and amphetamines.

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