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Diva heard the last snatch of scream/shout and his eyes widened. He said, in a clam and relaxed manner, "Did you hear that? Daleks. Daleks!" He threw up his hands in such a way as to suggest that he was bored of this situation. Just what he needed. DALEKS!

Ace could see three laser guns trained on her. Even if she ducked she wouldn't escape. She closed her eyes and waited for the blast.
"EXTERMINATE!"
There was a shot and she felt something hot blast past her ear and the sound of the door exploding. She opened her eyes. To one side was the shattered remains of the door, two injured guards splayed out on the floor, shouting for help. On the other side was the Doctor!

Morgan had leapt up onto the Dalek's head, wrapping his arms round the eye piece and the gun, pulling them upwards at the last second. The other Daleks went into a panic, trying to help as ther blinded Dalek fired indiscriminately around the room.

"Get out of the bloody way!" bellowed Morgan as shots were fired left right and center. Ace flattened herself to the ground, pulling Sarah-Jane and Nyssa down with her. She was crawling towards the hole in the wall - towards the Doctor. They had to help. The Daleks were shooting over the captured Dalek's head, trying to blast Morgan off. He swung round, dodging and cursing.

Suddenly a pair of hands were thrust towards her and Ace looked up to see Donald. He grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her to safety, behind the line of Daleks. She scrabbled into the hole as Donald went back for Sarah-Jane and Nyssa.

Ace looked up at Einstein and Nancy.
"Thank god you got there in time!"

"God had nothing to do with it!" Einstein snapped, watching the Dalek struggle nervously. Morgan had managed to manouveur the Dalek he was on between the hole and the other Daleks, giving them cover but very nearly putting himself in the firing line.

"This is what saved you!" said Nancy, grinning as he held up the listening device, "Now, I suggest we get out of here..."

The other two companions were safely past the Daleks and Donald was leading them down the tunnel, away from the fight.

"What about Morgan?" Ace asked, refusing to move. There was a crash as the Dalek Morgan had been on crashed to the floor.

"Come on!" shouted Morgan, appearing suddenly at her side, "Get moving before they 'exterminate' us!"

They all ran down the tunnel before the Daleks had a chance to give chase.

***

Grandpa was looking a little better. James had leant him a hankie to scrub off the blood - as it turned out it was mostly from his nose. He was still looking angry however.
"Every time I come back here!" he snarled, "The Timelords do nothing but mess up my life!"

"You haven't been through the half of it..." said David, playing absent-mindedly with his scarf.

The Professor gave a half-grin.
"They're not all bad..."
The others didn't look convinced.

"Here..." said Grandpa, clearing up the last smudge of blood and holding out the now very red and soggy hankie, "I'm afraid it's in a bit of a state... James?"

They turned. James had curled up in the corner of the room and fallen asleep, snoring gently. David gave a laugh.
"Incredible that he could sleep at a time like this!"

The Professor gave David a 'look' - remembering what had happened with the web and the nitro 9 when they'd first picked David up.
"Yes... Amazing what we can sleep though..."

"Hmm," Grandpa looked suddenly a little concerned as he watched his sleeping incarnation, cautiously.
"Sleep's not always a good idea..."

They turned a corner, and ended up in what looked like the weapons room.
'Neat!' exclaimed Ace.
'Now, now.' murmured Donald, placing one hand gently on her arm.
'We're not going to go and shoot trayte.'
'It's not him I'm worried about.' Ace Retorted, reaching for an interesting rifle.
There were faint shouts of 'Exterminate!' that seemed to be getting closer.
'I see what you mean.' said morgan.

"Need a hand?" said David, catching Diva as he went for another charge, "On the count of three... THREE!"

They ran at the door and it shuddered, gaps appearing round the frame. James woke up at the noise and he and the Professor joined the others in the next charge, as Grandpa sat back and watched, amused. It took another four blows until the door finally gave way and clattered into the hall.

"The forcefield's down!" said James, looking relieved.

The Professor leant his head out of the door.
"No-one about... I wonder where all the guards have gone..."

Diva - who had collapsed out into the hall with the door - leapt to his feet and gave a little triumphant spin back into the room, holding out a hand to help Grandpa to stand.

Grandpa smiled and chuckled.
"So this is what my new incarnation is like, hmm?"

"Screwdrivers, screwdrivers..." said David, as they headed down the hall, "You know, I feel oddly defenseless without my screwdriver..."

The Professor was peering round through doorways as they passed.
"Where is everyone? No guards. No Trayte. No Timelords! Someone must have spotted us breaking out. We did it in the loudest way possible!"

Grandpa shook his head.
"Something's wrong..."

"I have to find Ace!"

"Yes," said James, agreeing with the Professor, "There were some guards with them. They might know where our screwdrivers are."

Grandpa raised an eyebrow.
"And how do you propose we ask them?"

"There's five of us and two of them!" said the Professor, pointing to the others, "That's pretty straight-forward mathematics!"

James went a little pale.
"Are you suggesting we fight them?"

"Yes, yes we could do it..." said David, trying out an experimental punch, "We fought those street thugs afterall..."

"We had weapons then!"

"Come on!" said the Professor, hurrying ahead, "Let's get this whole business over and done with and get out of here!"

"I..." James hung back to protest but the others were already dashing towards the medical center. He sighed and his shoulders sagged.
"Fine... but this isn't how we did it in my day..."

He made to step forwards and suddenly found a hand clamped across his mouth and before he knew what was happening he was dragged backwards into a large airvent and the grid clattered shut behind him. The others - all ready for battle - didn't even notice.

David opened the door. Inside was a long corridor with many more doors, each leading off to smaller medical rooms. And at the end...
"I think you should come and see this...."

They filed in through the door to look. David pointed to the end door that had been blasted out - along with half the surrounding wall and the guards who'd been standing behind it. They both looked dead. The Doctors crept over for a closer look and the Professor prodded one of the bodies with his foot.
"Something liquified his insides... Nasty sort of weapon..."

"Not a Timelord weapon..." said David. There was a pause and then Grandpa, David and the Professor all turned to Diva.
"You got us out," said David, "Now what do we do?"

Nyssa pulled her way through the hole, coughing and spluttering.

"Can somebody please tell me what's been going on?" she asked, as soon as she could talk again. "And where are the others?" she added as an after thought, running alongside them. After nobody responded, she shook her head. "Nevermind.." she muttered.

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Nyssa looked around the weapons room. "Could we just hurry up and GET AWAY FROM THE DALEKS?" she asked them. The crys of "EXTERMINATE!" were growing louder by the second.

Diva replied "We know. The medical staff were killed, trademark of the Daleks" He looked at the Professor and shook his head. He kicked the guard hard and the body fluttered slightly. He began walking down the hallway, the others following closely.