Zippy Zip-A-Long

[Maharg67]

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THE ADVENTURES OF THE DOCTOR AND COMPANIONS

IN LONDON, THE 1960s

 

SarahJane Smith, young and attractive woman journalist, was busy writing up a report in a small fish-chip shop in the East End. She was in an area untouched, directly, by any of the troubles but where tensions were increasing and there were other troubles. Refugees from the troubled parts of London were being resettled there and causing some crowding and other problems. Bobbies were walking around with body-armor and guns. Criminals were taking up guns for this reason but also for less open ones. Soldiers were increasingly present in the East End, often moving through it in armored vehicles or big old army lorries. The Military Police were also more common.

 

SarahJane was frustrated with growing government censorship on the press, of the fearfulness of her editors, of the growing difficulty in picking truth out of the increasing number of whispered stories going around. Monsters in the sewers, superthugs taking over part of London, people vanishing, fairies in the bottom of gardens, the increasing appearance of ghosts and much else besides. She had also picked up strong, reliable bits of information about the presence of Military Special Forces, of other agencies and even of something called Torchwood. She had heard about Torchwood before. It was something that one did not normally talk about, not even to other reporters because it was dangerous to do so. What had surprised her was that non-British forces were said to be functioning secretly in London, even American Special Forces and United Nations agencies.

 

Just what was going on?

 

Then she saw the young woman walking on the other side of the street, the attractive but nasty young blonde who had scowled hard at SarahJane once. Emily was her name. It was as much as SarahJane had learned but it was enough to intrigue her. So she had decided she would see if she could spot the young woman again and even follow her. She 'sensed' it was dangerous but it was not the first time she had put herself into danger and would not be the last. Yet, at that moment, she noticed two men following Emily at a distance and her survival sense told her that then was not the right moment to start following Emily. The two men were not thugs but seemed, in most ways, to be typical young businessmen. Yet they moved too smoothly, too dangerously, to be that. SarahJane had an excellent observational skill. She noticed things like that which is why she had made a few enemies and had gained the respect of various important people and groups.

 

The youthful middle aged man sat down across from her in the booth. SarahJane frowned softly at him for he had not asked permission to do so but then something told him he was there to speak to her, that he was not being rude.

 

He was handsome, rugged looking, wore stylish but not overly flashy gear. Had very dark wrap-around sunglasses. "If you are going to go after the truth, SarahJane Smith, then you had better have my assistance. My name is Gerald Dlareg. Surname is a little strange but is foreign in origin. You are facing a situation here far beyond anything you have ever confronted before." He pushed a large, thick plastic envelope across to her. "Inside you will find a notebook with names and addresses. I suggest you go to the first one that appears and introduce yourself to a man called the 'Doctor'. You will also find some cash in lightly used pound notes of smaller denominations, a thousand pounds worth, some very authentic fake documents and a 9mm calibre semiautomatic pistol with two full magazines of spare bullets. I know you have been forced to use a pistol before."

 

"Why are you helping me?" SarahJane was naturally suspicious of such unasked for generosity. "What do you want from me?"

 

Gerald smiled charmingly. "The people I work for, they want you to be successful, want you to survive. I do not ask questions but simply do what I need to do. What I do not know, I can not give away willingly or have forced from me." He slipped her a small business card. "That has a telephone number to an answering service, a GPO Box number and some other ways to reach me. Three of them are for emergencies only and I do mean that! I must leave you for now but I will be seeking you out in future. There are some other, special, items in the envelope. You take care, SarahJane Smith."

 

Then he was slipping away and was soon gone. SarahJane sat there in amazement but made sure the big envelope vanished quickly into her bulky shoulderbag. When the waitress came she ordered some lunch and was generous this time knowing that she had a more cash to spend than she normally did.

 

-CONTINUED-

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Bumppity Bump-A-Bump!

[Maharg67]

I am sorry but I am closing up Zippity Zip-A-Long and will soon have it locked as a topic. I will be trying to recover as many writings, ideas, as I can from Zippity Zip-A-Long.

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To be locked but....

Continuing on in Maharg67's Den.

Some stories to be continued there.

Some stories to be reworked and put there.

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Edited August 18, 2012 by Maharg67

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