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<blockquote data-quote="dungeonydan" data-source="post: 6595791" data-attributes="member: 6700731">The Junkyard was very untidy as&nbsp; Trixie ran in trying to hide from whoever was following her.&nbsp; Her former boss Charley was known to employ a thug who liked to use flick knives.&nbsp; Stumbling about she tried to hide behind some rusty bicycles and rubbish.Tom came in next.&nbsp; He was sure he'd seen a woman come in to, but that wasn't what concerned him.&nbsp; He was interested in the police box.&nbsp; Was this another trick by Number 2, another plot to return him to the Village he had escaped from only a month ago.&nbsp; As he looked around he could see the doors of the police box were slighly ajar and there was a faint light coming from them,&nbsp; but what was a police box doing in a junkyard, they were supposed to be on the street corners.&nbsp; He turned as he heard footsteps behind him.Rebecca cautiously moved into the junkyard,&nbsp; she'd seen 2 people appear to break in and she was determined to get them to clear off or shed call the police.&nbsp; As she came through the gate she saw ayoung man standing there looking around. OK I see you and tell your accomplice to come out too.&nbsp; I saw you both break in.Tom whirled around.&nbsp; Standing in front of him was a young blonde woman in a blue miniskirt and red blouse.&nbsp; &quot;What accomplice?&quot;, he asked.At this point Trixie sneezed loudly and realising that she'd been discovered came out,&nbsp; &quot;Sorry I thought I was being folowed so I came in here&quot;.&quot;It was probably me you heard&quot;, sdmitted Tom.&nbsp; &quot;I heard that strange noise and decided to jnvestigate.&nbsp; Where are my manners,&nbsp; I'm&nbsp; Tom Quinn, formerly of MI5.&quot;Trixie grinned,&nbsp; there was something about this guy in his blue suit and bowler hat that put her at ease,&nbsp; &quot;Trixie,&nbsp; I used to be a showgirl&quot;.&quot;And I'm&nbsp; Rebecca Nash,&nbsp; I'm a secretary.&nbsp;&nbsp; Well now weve been introduced let's investigate this police box.&quot;Cautiously they opened the door further,&nbsp; there was a bright light and suddenly they found themselves in a strange white room.&nbsp; In the middle was a strange hexagonal structure covered in dials and switches,&nbsp; on one side there was a hatstand in the shape of an eagle next to what appeared to be a Louis 14th chair.&nbsp; On a small occcasional table on the other side was a large gilt edged ormulo clock.&nbsp; There was also a door which seemed to lead further in.&nbsp; The room was much bigger than the outside.&nbsp;&nbsp; The strangest thing though was the man standing next to some of the switches.&nbsp; He was an elderly gentleman in his 60s wearing a Victorian style cloak, a scarf and an Astrakhan hat.&nbsp; He looked up,&nbsp; startled as the 3 entered and said in a loud voice,&quot;Who are you, what are you doing here?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="dungeonydan, post: 6595791, member: 6700731"] The Junkyard was very untidy as Trixie ran in trying to hide from whoever was following her. Her former boss Charley was known to employ a thug who liked to use flick knives. Stumbling about she tried to hide behind some rusty bicycles and rubbish. Tom came in next. He was sure he'd seen a woman come in to, but that wasn't what concerned him. He was interested in the police box. Was this another trick by Number 2, another plot to return him to the Village he had escaped from only a month ago. As he looked around he could see the doors of the police box were slighly ajar and there was a faint light coming from them, but what was a police box doing in a junkyard, they were supposed to be on the street corners. He turned as he heard footsteps behind him. Rebecca cautiously moved into the junkyard, she'd seen 2 people appear to break in and she was determined to get them to clear off or shed call the police. As she came through the gate she saw ayoung man standing there looking around. OK I see you and tell your accomplice to come out too. I saw you both break in. Tom whirled around. Standing in front of him was a young blonde woman in a blue miniskirt and red blouse. "What accomplice?", he asked. At this point Trixie sneezed loudly and realising that she'd been discovered came out, "Sorry I thought I was being folowed so I came in here". "It was probably me you heard", sdmitted Tom. "I heard that strange noise and decided to jnvestigate. Where are my manners, I'm Tom Quinn, formerly of MI5." Trixie grinned, there was something about this guy in his blue suit and bowler hat that put her at ease, "Trixie, I used to be a showgirl". "And I'm Rebecca Nash, I'm a secretary. Well now weve been introduced let's investigate this police box." Cautiously they opened the door further, there was a bright light and suddenly they found themselves in a strange white room. In the middle was a strange hexagonal structure covered in dials and switches, on one side there was a hatstand in the shape of an eagle next to what appeared to be a Louis 14th chair. On a small occcasional table on the other side was a large gilt edged ormulo clock. There was also a door which seemed to lead further in. The room was much bigger than the outside. The strangest thing though was the man standing next to some of the switches. He was an elderly gentleman in his 60s wearing a Victorian style cloak, a scarf and an Astrakhan hat. He looked up, startled as the 3 entered and said in a loud voice, "Who are you, what are you doing here?" [/QUOTE]

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