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were_lemurDoctor Who, Ace, all ages, not mine. Her reaction to the Toclafane attack.
"Ms. McShane," her secretary wailed. "We have to get out of here, go somewhere safe -- "
Ace didn't bother telling him that there was no such place, not with the Toclafane swirling down over the Earth, and how the hell had she of all people actually voted for the Master?
That didn't matter now. She had to make it to the basement, and her lab. It had been years since she'd made Nitro-9 by hand, but she'd never forgotten how.
For a moment, she thought she heard the Doctor's voice in her ear: "Come on, Ace -- we've got work to do."
"Ms. McShane," her secretary wailed. "We have to get out of here, go somewhere safe -- "
Ace didn't bother telling him that there was no such place, not with the Toclafane swirling down over the Earth, and how the hell had she of all people actually voted for the Master?
That didn't matter now. She had to make it to the basement, and her lab. It had been years since she'd made Nitro-9 by hand, but she'd never forgotten how.
For a moment, she thought she heard the Doctor's voice in her ear: "Come on, Ace -- we've got work to do."
