Doctor Who_ The Forgotten Army Part 11

'Look at the lift,' he whispered.

The indicator above the doors showed the lift was heading down towards them. The Doctor signalled back down at the dark track. 'Come on, we better go this way. They'll be down with another batch soon.'

'Will they be OK?' Amy asked, looking at the sleeping New Yorkers, dreaming away, unaware of their fate.

The Doctor raised his sonic screwdriver, and the lift sparked and spluttered. 'We'll be back. I won't leave them.

But we've got far more to find out, before we can stop the Vykoids.'

They leapt down to the track and headed back in the direction Amy had come from. Back into the gloom and dark, but away from the prying eyes of the Vykoids.

As they ran down the tracks, Amy started 149 laughing again. 'Suitable for light labour only - that is so funny. Even the Vykoids think you're a wimp.'

The Doctor looked hurt. 'You don't have to go to the gym three times a day and be all muscle and cropped hair to be a force to be reckoned with.' he protested.

Amy couldn't help but laugh. 'Little hint: my kind of action hero doesn't straighten his bow tie when he's trying to explain how good he is in a fight.'

They walked on in silence for a minute, both looking around them all the time for signs they were being watched, until Amy decided the Doctor had suffered enough.

'How did this work, then?' Amy waved the psychic paper at him. 'And couldn't you have been a bit clearer?'

'It's clever stuff, psychic paper. I set up an active conscious connection, very dangerous for some people, shows them what they're thinking. Plus side, it's a brilliant way to get a message to someone. If the Atraxi can send a message from their prison to Leadworth, then I can send one through a few metres of soil. Well, mainly concrete, this is New York. You were never that far away, just twenty metres up.' The Doctor was smiling and pointing upwards.

'What happened to you?' Amy asked.

'They dragged me here. Lucky I have these boots on. They actually stapled my trousers together. I 150 had some kind of sedative drops put into my eye. Handily, I managed to rinse most of it out, before I got knocked out properly. I just had a quick doze...'

Amy was intrigued. 'Rinse it out? You mean you cried?

The Doctor with his TARDIS and 900 years of facing beasties, actually had a good old cry when the ant soldiers got you!'

The Doctor was fl.u.s.tered. 'I didn't cry because I was scared... It was the only way to get rid of the tranquilliser.'

But Amy was enjoying this, and wasn't about to give up.

'Go on, tell me! What did you think about to make you sad?

Was it me all alone out there, I bet it was!'

'I was being dragged by my hair through the New York Subway.' he told her. 'I didn't need to think of anything.

Also, how come no one helped me?'

'New York on a Sat.u.r.day night,' Amy said sagely. I suppose they'd already seen a man dressed like a geography teacher riding a mammoth through the streets.'

'What is it with you and the bow tie, Amy? Bow ties are cool!'

Amy shook her head. 'It is definitely a cry for help.'

Something was glowing in her pocket. She reached in and took out the psychic paper. 'What's this?'

151.

The Doctor kept on walking. 'Ah, sorry, I've still got the link in place. I'll break it off now.'

But Amy had already opened the paper, and saw a message in bold letters: SOMETHING IS COMING.

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Chapter.

14.

'Doctor!' Amy screamed.

Through the dark of the Subway tunnel, she could hear a runaway train hurtling straight towards them.

She looked desperately around her, but they were in one of the narrower parts of the tunnel, and they had nowhere to go.

'Run!' the Doctor yelled.

Amy turned to flee, but felt the Doctor's hand on her shoulder.

'Not that way.' he shouted. 'The Vykoids are there.'

'What?' Amy screamed. 'You want me to run towards the train?'

The Doctor looked back towards the oncoming 153 train, now on the final stretch, and then straight into Amy's eyes. 'Trust me!'

Amy nodded. If she knew one thing, it was that she was always going to follow this man, wherever he wanted her to go.

The front of the train suddenly looked enormous. It was gathering pace as if the track tilted downhill. Amy was sure she could hear high-pitched cackles of laughter.

Just as it seemed the train would hit them, Amy felt the Doctor grab her and throw her into a shallow cubbyhole. She pressed up tight to the wall, as the Doctor shouted, 'Breathe in!'

With a giant clanging of machinery and metal, the runaway train came ever nearer.

The back of Amy's head was pushed against the wall.

She could feel the rush of dirty hot air, and the smell of grease on steel as the front of the train skimmed past them.

The skin on Amy's nose tingled as the gla.s.s and metal rushed past her, bare millimetres from her face.

Amy was sure she could make out tiny Vykoid figures racing along behind the train, looking disappointed not to have made Pond-and-Doctor Jam out of them.

'This is why you should never walk on train lines...' the Doctor said. He smiled at Amy and shone his sonic screwdriver above them. 'Still. At least it woke me up properly. Now, I'll give you a 154.

leg up - you need to grab that ladder up there.'

'Hey. Thank you, Doctor. My kind of action hero.'

The Doctor gave Amy a quick hug. 'You're the best, Pond.

Now hurry up.'

With an almighty shove, Amy dislodged the manhole cover and flipped it out onto the street. Her head popped up like a ferret out of hole, and she surveyed the streets of New York.

'Ah, New York!' the Doctor exclaimed, hauling himself out after Amy. 'This is how it should be. All shops and doughnuts and pretzels, not rats and subways. I spent far too long underground last time I was here.'

They were outside Macy's on Fifth Avenue. But something was wrong. The shop windows had been smashed by looters, and the streets were deserted. There was no sign of the impromptu parties Amy had seen. Driven inside by fear, the blocks now resembled cold-war Eastern Europe.

Imposing buildings, but a frightened city, scared of something they couldn't see and would never understand.

Amy was upset at how much the streets had changed.

'They were all having parties in the streets. Why are they so easy to scare off? If they just stood firm they'd be OK, those Vykoids are only wee...'

The Doctor nodded grimly. 'Fear of the invisible enemy, Amy. It can reduce anyone to weakness.'

'But what can we do?' Amy protested. 'It's not 155 meant to be like this! New York is all c.o.c.ktails and glamour, not gla.s.s on the streets and people too scared to leave their flats.'

'Nah, it's like this most of the time. They love it, though.

Tough bunch, New Yorkers. They like a city to feel edgy...

Dropped by in 1829, and you should have seen the place - the Plug Ugly gang were tearing into the Dead Rabbit gang - all over Five Points. My fault, I didn't notice what was going on. We all sat down over a pack of Jammy Dodgers, and sorted it out. Well, it was either that or I sent them all back to Sligo. They soon saw sense.'

'I bet.'

'And I bet you're wondering what my plan is? Don't look at me like that. Of course I have one -head full of plans, me. And what I'm about to tell you is that of all the courses of action to take for fighting super-fast aliens, the most important thing is to-'

'Stop them moving so fast.' Amy cut in. 'Exactly what I was going to say.'

When they first encountered the Vykoids, Amy recalled, they'd been moving at normal speed, like tiny versions of people. It was only after the ripple of light had pa.s.sed over them that the aliens had begun to move so fast. Surely it was impossible for anything to move at that speed. It was certainly going to be hard for anyone to stop the Vykoids from doing whatever they wanted.

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'But we need to do more than that.' Amy pointed out. 'New York is in serious danger. No electricity, no cars, no phones, no internet. We're cut off from the outside world, and we've only got a few hours before all of New York is taken to work as slaves.'

The Doctor smiled. 'Let's go to work, then.'

Amy grinned at her action man.

The Doctor turned back and smiled like a schoolboy.

'Always wanted to say that. Something about being in America makes it cooler, don't you think?'

Amy just about stopped herself from laughing outright.

'You wis.h.!.+'

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Chapter.

15.

The main offices of the NYPD were lit with emergency storm lanterns, hurriedly dug out of storage. Even though it was the middle of the night, the place had never been so busy. Every single police officer in New York had been called in and, when all the communications had gone down, Commander Strebbins had insisted that they stay there so they were at her immediate command. the NYPD were lit with emergency storm lanterns, hurriedly dug out of storage. Even though it was the middle of the night, the place had never been so busy. Every single police officer in New York had been called in and, when all the communications had gone down, Commander Strebbins had insisted that they stay there so they were at her immediate command.

Inside her dark office, twelve breathless cadets stood in front of Strebbins. She had set up binoculars by the window to scan the dark city outside, and there was an enormous map of the streets of Manhattan spread on the table in front of her. As they spoke, she added pins into the map, building up a picture of what was happening in the city.

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Strebbins gave each cadet exactly thirty seconds to report, then moved on to the next, regardless of how far they'd got in their explanations. The digital cameras she'd given them hadn't worked. It seemed that every single electrical item in New York had been disabled. With no pictures, Strebbins was snapping pencils in half, adding piles of destruction to indicate where the roads had been blocked.

'Let me get this straight.' she summarised. 'So far the roads out of action are Brooklyn Bridge, Manhattan Bridge, Williamsburg Bridge, Midtown Tunnel, Queensborough Bridge, Triborough Bridge, Third Avenue Bridge, 145th Street Bridge, you didn't go any further north, but it's safe to a.s.sume the rest are closed as well. And on the East we have Holland Tunnel, Lincoln Tunnel, George Was.h.i.+ngton Bridge, Henry Hudson Bridge. All closed by a ma.s.sive blockade of debris.

You say it was piles of street lamps, park benches, smashed up cars and advertising boards?'

A cadet nodded. "They go across both lanes of every bridge I saw.'

Strebbins wasn't interested in the details and continued speaking to the room. 'Every single way in and out of the city is closed off?'

The cadets nodded in a.s.sent.

Strebbins was being very careful not to appear angry at their incompetence. 'And not one of you has any idea who did this?'

160.

This time the nervous cadets took longer to answer.

Impatient at their delay, Strebbins dismissed them without further question.

'My real men are out on the streets, they'll get this sorted.

Might as well go home, the lot of you.'

One woman didn't leave with the rest of the cadets.

Strebbins recognised the young woman as Yaara Stein, one of the more promising cadets.