Doctor Who: Legacy of the Daleks by John Peel

Author:John Peel
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Science-Fiction:Doctor Who
ISBN: 9780563405740
Publisher: BBC Books
Published: 1998-05-15T10:00:00+00:00

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Estro whistled cheerfully to himself as he walked down the corridor towards Haldoran’s war office. The decor was hardly to his taste – a trifle too plastic and metal, and with rather gaudy baubles scattered everywhere – but there was the air of success about the place. His plans were proceeding perfectly. A small cart followed him, carrying the promised forty Dalek guns in their crates.

When he entered the war room, Haldoran looked up from the map he was playing with, adjusting the positions of his forces. ‘Estro,’ he called and glanced at the cart. ‘Are those the promised armaments?’

‘Naturally.’ Estro stood aside, and let the cart park itself. ‘All charged, and ready for distribution.’

Haldoran nodded, as he came around the table. ‘One of my men came to fetch you shortly after you left,’ he said slowly. ‘You weren’t in your room.’

‘Of course not,’ Estro agreed smoothly. ‘I was fetching your weapons. After all, I’m sure you searched my room and already knew that they weren’t hidden there.’

‘Of course I did,’ Haldoran said, not bothering to lie. ‘Your wardrobe was also missing.’

‘Really?’ Estro allowed his eyebrows to rise. ‘How sad. Some people will steal anything, won’t they?’

‘Is it still missing?’ Haldoran asked.

Estro inclined his head slightly. ‘No, I rather think the thief has seen the error of his ways and returned it to me.’ He smiled innocently.

‘I am glad to hear that,’ Haldoran said. ‘Around here, we discourage thieves by cutting off their hands.’

‘A splendid idea,’ Estro approved. ‘I am, therefore, surprised to see that Portney still retains both of his.’ He was pleased with the look of venom and fear he was treated to from the clerk.

‘He may yet lose them,’ Haldoran mused. ‘And yours are not so firm that they won’t come off with a little effort.’

‘Mine?’ Estro feigned complete innocence. ‘I’m giving you things, not taking them.’

‘And that’s the sole reason you still have both gloved extremities,’ Haldoran assured him. ‘Because you are taking something of mine. A few gigajoules of power?’

‘Ah!’ It had taken the clod long enough to figure that out. ‘You mean my power lines.’

‘Yes.’ Haldoran leaned forward, attempting to look menacing. ‘That is precisely what I do mean I’ve been having… words with Murdock, who for some reason seemed to think he wasn’t supposed to tell me about your little secret. But Portney discovered it.’

‘Set a thief to catch a thief?’ Estro asked, amused. ‘Most droll.’

‘You have thirty seconds to explain your actions to my satisfaction,’ Haldoran snarled.

How crude the man was. ‘I need only five seconds.’ He gestured at the Dalek crates. ‘There is your answer.’

Haldoran glanced at the crates. ‘You’re getting those guns from this DA‐17 thing?’ he asked. ‘That’s where the power’s going?’

‘Yes,’ Estro lied. ‘Dalek guns from a Dalek Artefact. How else do you think I managed to obtain them?’ Since there was no way for him to know the answer to that question, there was no way he could possibly know that this was a complete fabrication.

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