13. The Collar
The Collar
Doctor Who, Vignette/Action, T
Suden drove fast, but it was afternoon in the city and the traffic was enough to slow him considerably. Occasional glances in the mirror showed a dark shape flitting from rooftop to rooftop, running with almost impossible speed. Suden pushed the accelerator down, swerved around a slow moving Mini and drove hard for a crossroads too wide for his pursuer to leap.
The opening was there, Suden could see freedom ahead, but then a Volvo bootlegged across the junction and he ploughed straight into the back of the larger car. The airbag slammed into his face and the world spun into blackness.
The door of the Volvo was forced open by a massive hand and a huge, armoured figure squeezed out. Sergeant Tsyba went over to the unconscious driver and ran a scanner over his face.
“Non-terrestrial lifeform,” he grunted. “Identity confirmed; Cruciatus Magna Malienis Sudenvertiga, senior torturer of the League of Anguish.”
Like a great, black crow, the Shadow Magister dropped from the building behind Tsyba. “Well driven, Tsyba,” she said approvingly.
Suden jerked back into consciousness to find the Magister's red eyes boring into him. “Sudenvertiga, we have a warrant for your arrest on more charges of crimes against sentient life than any other creature without a bonded polycarbide travel device” - she touched his face and his chameleon field flickered and died, revealing alabaster skin and crimson eyes - “and of betraying your oaths as Archmagister of the Shadow Proclamation.”
“You have no jurisdiction on Earth!” Suden laughed. “You can not hold me.”
“The existing warrant will be served on the Earth's moon,” Tsyba assured him.
Suden cackled in triumph. “But you can't take me offworld without an arrest!”
The Shadow Magister held out a piece of paper. “Sergeant Tsyba and I are acting as auxiliary agents of the Metropolitan Police Force, by special arrangement.”
Tsyba spun Suden around and slammed him against the car. “You are under arrest for dangerous driving. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention now something you later rely on in court. You have a right to legal counsel, and we have the right to hold you at our own facility. On the moon.”
“What?” If it were possible, Suden's face would have grown paler.
“You should have remembered, Sudenvertiga,” the Shadow Magister reminded him. “No police force likes a dirty cop.”
Doctor Who, the Judoon and the Shadow Proclamation are the property of the BBC.
Doctor Who, Vignette/Action, T
Suden drove fast, but it was afternoon in the city and the traffic was enough to slow him considerably. Occasional glances in the mirror showed a dark shape flitting from rooftop to rooftop, running with almost impossible speed. Suden pushed the accelerator down, swerved around a slow moving Mini and drove hard for a crossroads too wide for his pursuer to leap.
The opening was there, Suden could see freedom ahead, but then a Volvo bootlegged across the junction and he ploughed straight into the back of the larger car. The airbag slammed into his face and the world spun into blackness.
The door of the Volvo was forced open by a massive hand and a huge, armoured figure squeezed out. Sergeant Tsyba went over to the unconscious driver and ran a scanner over his face.
“Non-terrestrial lifeform,” he grunted. “Identity confirmed; Cruciatus Magna Malienis Sudenvertiga, senior torturer of the League of Anguish.”
Like a great, black crow, the Shadow Magister dropped from the building behind Tsyba. “Well driven, Tsyba,” she said approvingly.
Suden jerked back into consciousness to find the Magister's red eyes boring into him. “Sudenvertiga, we have a warrant for your arrest on more charges of crimes against sentient life than any other creature without a bonded polycarbide travel device” - she touched his face and his chameleon field flickered and died, revealing alabaster skin and crimson eyes - “and of betraying your oaths as Archmagister of the Shadow Proclamation.”
“You have no jurisdiction on Earth!” Suden laughed. “You can not hold me.”
“The existing warrant will be served on the Earth's moon,” Tsyba assured him.
Suden cackled in triumph. “But you can't take me offworld without an arrest!”
The Shadow Magister held out a piece of paper. “Sergeant Tsyba and I are acting as auxiliary agents of the Metropolitan Police Force, by special arrangement.”
Tsyba spun Suden around and slammed him against the car. “You are under arrest for dangerous driving. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention now something you later rely on in court. You have a right to legal counsel, and we have the right to hold you at our own facility. On the moon.”
“What?” If it were possible, Suden's face would have grown paler.
“You should have remembered, Sudenvertiga,” the Shadow Magister reminded him. “No police force likes a dirty cop.”
Doctor Who, the Judoon and the Shadow Proclamation are the property of the BBC.