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Gilmore.
    Mike checked his clipboard. ‘They’re being taken direct to the positions; the fire teams can pick them up there. I packed Kaufman off in a Land-rover with half a dozen.’
    ‘Where’s he taking them?’ asked Rachel.
    ‘Coal Hill School,’ said Mike.
    ‘On his own?’
    ‘Tell him to sit tight when he gets there,’ said Gilmore.
    ‘Any reports on the Doctor’s whereabouts?’
    Mike told them that Red Four, the van that the Doctor had borrowed, had been seen in the Coal Hill area.
    ‘They must be making for the school,’ said Gilmore.
    ‘We’d better get down there ourselves.’
    ‘What about the machine at Foreman’s Yard?’ asked Rachel.
    Mike turned to her and smiled. ‘Don’t worry, it’s under guard: it’s safe.’
    The two guards at Foreman’s Yard were unaware of anything amiss until the pickaxe handles crashed down on their skulls. Both men topped bonelessly to the ground and lay still. Their attackers, two men in anonymous workmen’s jackets, grinned at each other – they enjoyed violence.
    A flatbed truck backed into the yard, and more men in jackets jumped out. They moved deliberately towards the ruined Dalek.
    Their leader gave directions and clustering around the Dalek, the men began to haul it towards the truck. ‘Get a move on,’ called Ratcliffe. ‘We haven’t got all day.’
    Ace and the Doctor stopped at the top of the stairwell. ‘You were expecting these Daleks, weren’t you?’ asked Ace.
    The Doctor swiftly opened a door to a classroom and entered. The sweet welcoming smell of a chemistry lab met Ace as she followed the Doctor inside. Her eyes shopped quickly around the glass cabinets, looking for anything that might be useful.
    ‘The Daleks are following me,’ he paused, considering.
    ‘They must have traced this time-space location from records they captured during their occupation of the Earth in the 22nd century.’ He smiled. ‘The amount of effort expended must have been incredible.’ He opened a window and carefully leaned out.
    ‘I wouldn’t be so pleased if I had a bunch of Daleks on my case,’ remarked Ace, dumping her tape deck on one of the benches.
     
    ‘You can always judge a man by the quality of his enemies.’ The Doctor called her over to the window. ‘Have a look at this.’ Ace leaned out of the window and looked down. ‘What do you make of that?’ he asked.
    ‘It’s a playground.’
    ‘The burn marks, Ace. See them?’
    Ace looked again.
    ‘Well?’
    Ace considered. ‘Landing pattern of some kind of spacecraft, ain’t it?’
    ‘Very good,’ the Doctor commended in his best genial teacher manner.
    Thoughts occurred to Ace, disturbing thoughts. ‘But this is Earth, 1963. Someone would have noticed – I’d have heard about it.’
    ‘Do you remember the Nestene invasion?’
    ‘Eh?’
    ‘The Zygon gambit with the Loch Ness monster; the Yetis in the Underground?’
    ‘The what?’
    ‘Your species has an amazing capacity for self-deception matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.’
    ‘You don’t have to sound so smug about it.’
    More things occurred to Ace as they left the chemistry lab. ‘If the Daleks are following you, what are they after?’
    The Doctor paused a moment in the corridor. ‘When I was here before I left something behind. It musn’t fall into the wrong hands.’
    ‘You mean the Hand of Omega.’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘What is the Hand of Omega?’
    ‘Something very dangerous,’ said the Doctor. He started down the stairwell.
    George Ratcliffe watched as his men put the tarpaulin-shrouded mass down in the lumber storage area. He dismissed the men, instructing them to be ready when he called on them. Then, pulling aside a heavy sliding door, he walked into a dimly lit office. Against one wall lights pulsed on a console, in front of which sat a figure in shadow.
    ‘Report.’ Its voice was harsh and mechanical.
    ‘My men have recovered the machine. The Doctor is co-operating with the