Doctor Who: Veiled Memories - The History of the Doctor

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Chris McKeon DOCTOR WHO: VEILED MEMORIES EPILOGUE ONE ‘HERE WE ARE. GO AHEAD AND PULL IN, THOMPSON.’ The cool early morning breeze fanned Benton’s face as he and Private Thompson stepped out of the UNIT lorry. They were transferring the remnants of Nestene technology to the Black Archive Vault, UNIT’s recently established repository for alien artefacts. Benton reached the back of the vehicle and threw open the tarpaulin covering. Amongst the many creates and boxes was the dull green-coloured crumpled husk of the Master’s SIDRAT. ‘Right, we might as well get rid of this box-whatsit first. I’ll go get some radiation suits just in case.’ Benton turned and walked around the corner of the Vault’s warehouse nearest the parked lorry, where a small hazmat facility was located for the handling of dangerous objects. Just as he set down his rifle to input his access code into the side building’s hatchway, Benton heard what sounded like metal grating on metal, then an odd buzzing sound from the direction he had come. There was a brief cry of pain. He snatched up his rifle and hurried around the corner. Thompson was gone, and in his place in front of the back of the lorry was a man dressed in tattered black clothing, standing with back towards Benton. PAGE 46
Chris McKeon DOCTOR WHO: VEILED MEMORIES ‘All right you, hands up! Turn around slowly.’ If this was that bloke who kidnapped the Doctor and Miss Shaw… The man complied, lifting his hands – he wore dark gloves – above his head and turning slowly to face Benton. But instead of an old man with white hair, the person who stood before him was middle-aged with swept-back wavy black hair edged with white at the temples, with a full black goatee beard also tipped with white at its corners. The man’s sallow complexion contrasted sharply with his piercing black eyes. Benton then remembered that Miss Shaw he told him that the curator had been disguised, and had helped him draw a description of his true appearance. Benton reached into a pocket and pulled out a paper with the face of this man – the Master – but although there was a definite resemblance between the image on the paper and the man in front of him, they were clearly different. Certain this was not the same man; Benton pocketed the drawing and lowered his weapon. ‘I’m sorry, sir. I thought you were someone else.’ The man smiled and lowered his hands. ‘I can assure, young man, that there is only one of me.’ ‘Maybe, but I have to ask you who you are and what you’re doing here.’ The fellow looked and sounded like a proper gentleman, but his burnt and tattered clothing looked as if he had gone through hard times. ‘Oh, I’m part of the maintenance staff, of course. Meister is my name. I’ve recently arrived from Germany.’ That explains the odd accent, Benton concluded, but I’d have thought he looks more Spanish or Italian than anything. Maybe Turkish… ‘But another delivery’ Meister said, inspecting the lorry’s contents. ‘You’ve been bringing us a lot curious finds lately.’ PAGE 47
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