Doctor Who: First Frontier by David A. McIntee

Author:David A. McIntee
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Science-Fiction:Doctor Who
ISBN: 9780426204213
Publisher: London Bridge
Published: 1994-10-15T10:00:00+00:00

The effect of the magic of a network was much more noticeable on the glanced at the audience as if weighing some decision.

receptionist. 'Really?' she asked, perking up. 'You'd have to talk to Mr

Marion could almost read his mind as he looked between her and his

Kline about that, but there's a talk show on the saucers going live in half escort, who were dark-haired. He probably wanted to at least arrest her, an hour - you can watch, if you like. I'll let Mr Kline know when he comes and looked as if he might order her out. 'Before you say anything,' she in, Mister...'

said in a low voice, 'just remember that your escort there is only human,

'Doctor.' He paused, as if recalling a previous reaction to what he had Captain.' She hoped her voice sounded stronger than it felt.

to say. 'Doctor Jon Smythe.'

He looked startled at her implied knowledge. 'Tell me where I can find

the Doctor, and I might forget this.'

Stoker slammed open the door to Marion's office, breathing heavily as if

'I'm not dumb enough to believe that, and I don't think you're dumb

he had run all the way from Nevada. Cursing the fact that no one was enough to believe that I would.'

occupying the office, he started to pull the door closed. He stopped, Obviously acutely aware of the witnesses around, Stoker turned

registering the presence of the message pad on the desk.

sharply and left. Marion felt as if he'd marked her somehow in his mind.

Approaching the desk with a predatory movement, he snatched up the 'Well done,' the Doctor commented as he passed.

pad.

Agar sat in stunned silence as the hostile astronomer left with a smirk.

The studio was quite small, with cables snaking across the floor between How was he supposed to tell the world about his Venusian friends now?

the three-lensed cameras like spilled spaghetti. Mere feet away, a few

'They'll probably be disappointed, won't they?'

rows of moth-eaten seats were beginning to fill up with people who all

Agar looked in surprise at the short man who had taken the

either looked bored, or else had an almost religious fervour in their eyes.

astronomer's seat. 'What, the TV station?'

Marion sat nervously in a chair to one side. A thin-faced man with wide

'You met some aliens, I gather,' the man said, giving an odd smile. 'It

eyes was reclining in another, while a grim older man slouched in the third was in the papers.'

chair was looking daggers at the thin-faced one.

'That's as far as my story'll be going, mister.'

By an empty seat in the middle, a tanned figure in a sports jacket was

'Doctor. Oh, not that kind,' he added quickly as Agar felt blood drain

making notations to a script on a clipboard. A variety of people in short—

from his face. 'I don't think you're crazy.'

sleeved shirts bustled to and fro, trying to to trip over the cables, while the

'Everybody else does,' Agar shrugged.

Doctor watched from the edge of the plain-walled set. He was still telling

'Ah, but they haven't met the Tzun yet, and you have.'

anyone who asked that he was from CBS.

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