[Continued from here..."Your assistant can vouch for you?" Mr. Seven gave him an incredulous look, and then knit up his brow. That was extremely peculiar
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"Most assuredly, though I'm rather certain she's a bit tangled...er...tied..." Sigh. "Occupied, at the moment." Slip of the tongue, caused by the close quarters. In any other instance, he'd be more than eager to back away, but after following a trail for weeks, the Doctor was loathe to let go, for any reason
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And now that the Doctor was so very close, Isis gave an uncomfortable squeak and hopped down. "Mine make pretty fair requests." Casually. The Aegis were demanding, but he believed in their cause and ideals. He had no problem following them.
"Then you worry about what's getting salvaged. I need to send some things down into the drink as you put it. There's someone using a sort of spider with a venomous bite on board to hypnotize people. If the ship completes it's journey they're going to set off a nuclear scare."
Which was his primary job. To get everyone through the cold war to the best of his ability. Sometimes it felt like his efforts were more and more distant. And they're hard to think about with a guy on his lap. He huffed, translated the next few lines of code that came through, and gave a worrisome look.
It had moved from coordinates to time tables. They were going to go after the captain and the first mate tomorrow, which means that would be when they would reveal where the spider was.
He spared a sympathetic look for the "cat", realizing that it probably had had enough of these close quarters. "I've never done well dealing with those in positions of authority," he confessed, shrugging slightly. "Though I understand that they often have their place when dealing with crises of monumental proportions."
He pressed a great deal of weight against the other man, angling his sensor just so to allow it to record the signal. "Sorry," he sighed. "Narrow broadcast range. They certainly don't want to be tracked."
"The cargo," he added. "If humans discover what the Andrea Doria's toting across the Atlantic in her belly...well, let's just say a nuclear scare would be the least of Earth's worries. These spiders wouldn't happen to call themselves the 'Eight Legs', would they?"
"What else does she have?" But at the other question, he nods at the cat. "I've not seen them. I've avoided getting close enough. She has."
The cat arched her back in a stretch, and then mewled as if the Doctor could understand it as a yes. In fact, it was almost definitely a yes, even if it had just been a meow. The understanding definitely there, and directed to the Time Lord.
"I think the transmission's done," he says dryly. As if pointing out that now the signal was no longer coming in, the need for a comfy Doctor blanket was no longer necessary. What he didn't know was who has been impeccably timing the end of that transmission in order to find and speak to the Doctor.
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"Then you worry about what's getting salvaged. I need to send some things down into the drink as you put it. There's someone using a sort of spider with a venomous bite on board to hypnotize people. If the ship completes it's journey they're going to set off a nuclear scare."
Which was his primary job. To get everyone through the cold war to the best of his ability. Sometimes it felt like his efforts were more and more distant. And they're hard to think about with a guy on his lap. He huffed, translated the next few lines of code that came through, and gave a worrisome look.
It had moved from coordinates to time tables. They were going to go after the captain and the first mate tomorrow, which means that would be when they would reveal where the spider was.
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He pressed a great deal of weight against the other man, angling his sensor just so to allow it to record the signal. "Sorry," he sighed. "Narrow broadcast range. They certainly don't want to be tracked."
"The cargo," he added. "If humans discover what the Andrea Doria's toting across the Atlantic in her belly...well, let's just say a nuclear scare would be the least of Earth's worries. These spiders wouldn't happen to call themselves the 'Eight Legs', would they?"
Because he had to be certain.
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The cat arched her back in a stretch, and then mewled as if the Doctor could understand it as a yes. In fact, it was almost definitely a yes, even if it had just been a meow. The understanding definitely there, and directed to the Time Lord.
"I think the transmission's done," he says dryly. As if pointing out that now the signal was no longer coming in, the need for a comfy Doctor blanket was no longer necessary. What he didn't know was who has been impeccably timing the end of that transmission in order to find and speak to the Doctor.
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