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Sarah Jane and friends had arrived at the base and an officer, wearing a red beret and military uniform, leant in through the window of the car, and said, ‘I'm sorry, this UNIT base is under lock down.’

Sarah Jane smiled, and flashed her ID badge up at him.

‘Well, we've heard all about this mess. The problem with UNIT today is their standards have dropped,’ she answered.

Having given her badge a good thorough inspection, the military guard opened the gates to allow Sarah Jane to drive through the entrance on to Ealing's military facility.

‘Hey!’ yelled the officer, as the gates closed behind the small car as it drove on through.

Staring at the ID badge, the officer called after Sarah Jane.

‘This is expired in 1973!’

Sarah Jane watched the receding figure of the guard in her rear view mirror as she and the rest of the team smiled. Once there was some distance between them and the gate house Sarah Jane and her friends left the car in search for the Graske.

‘Where do you think he'd be?’ asked Rani.

Sarah Jane, on shutting the doors of her car, suddenly heard a disturbance from the branches of a tree towering over her from a field beyond the base itself.

‘What's that?’ she said aloud.

Turning in the direction of the rustle of the branches, Sarah Jane spotted a fence between them and the tree itself. The fence was there to prevent anyone from breaking in to the base, but it was clear to Sarah Jane that somebody had found a way out. There was a gaping hole in the fence, big enough for the size of a Graske to get through, but upon looking up into the tree, there he was.

The Graske peered down at them, before tumbling from one branch and swinging from another.

‘Stay away!’ he ordered.

‘No, hang about, we're here to help,’ Sarah Jane explained.

‘Yeah, we gather you're the culprit of a theft!’ announced Clyde.

The Graske's eyes shifted from Sarah Jane to the boy. Scowling, the alien revealed the device stolen.

‘This is all I require,’ said the Graske, snarling at Clyde.

‘But what is it?’ asked Luke, an obvious question which was obviously on everyone’s mind

‘Device not known to Graske!’ stated the small alien.

‘Did you not bother to read the small print when you signed on for the job of collecting this?’ Clyde joked.

The Graske shook its head.

‘Who are you working for?’ asked Rani.

The Graske answered in a whisper.

‘My master, the all-powerful destroyer of worlds, the sun destroyer…’

‘That doesn't sound good,’ said Sarah Jane, reaching for the device.

‘NO!’ declared the Graske. ‘I must fulfil his demands. If I do not, there will be repercussions.’

‘Where were you heading?’ asked Clyde.

‘The hills, where the teleportation field is operational…’ said the small creature in a hurried glance left and right.

‘What is it?’ asked Sarah Jane.

The Graske had heard the sound of soldiers on foot patrol within the area.

Two UNIT officers.

‘The men aren't responding,’ said Officer Luther, striding alongside Captain Kenworthy.

‘There must be something wrong,’ said his superior.

Suddenly, the pair entered a clearing. There ahead of them, were their men. They were dead.

At the sound of the patrol heading in their direction, Sarah Jane, Luke, Clyde, and Rani, and now accompanied by the Graske had headed back to the car. Once everyone piled back inside, they continued their journey towards the entrance at high speed. The gates were down and closed to all.

‘Brace your selves!’ exclaimed Sarah Jane, as she sped towards the gates, and crashing through them. ‘This is becoming a habit,’ she whispered.

Luther and Kenworthy on hearing the sound of Sarah Jane’s car, were quite some distance behind them, but had drawn their pistols, and fired upon her motor, but they were too late. They had made their escape.

‘To the hills then?’ asked Sarah Jane.

‘To the hills, indeed!’ muttered the Graske.

~~~

don't know why I'm helping you,’ said Sarah Jane, hands on the wheel, steering the car.

The Graske said nothing.

‘I thought the plan was to prevent this “Destroyer” from getting his hands on the device, whatever this technological device is?’ pondered Luke. Clyde gave him a nudge, while Sarah Jane took her eyes off the road. The car swerved sideways, and she quickly returned to her steering of the little turquoise motor.

The Graske turned to Luke, endearingly.

‘Nice one, Luke,’ said Rani.

‘If the boy is correct, my answer is no,’ replied the Graske.

‘Luke, who's my son, is right,’ said Sarah Jane.

The Graske was not pleased to hear this. ‘There will be repercussions!’ he exclaimed.

‘Still…’ said Sarah Jane. ‘We want to know of what this device can do, and what this “Destroyer’s” intentions are…’

Turning off the road, Sarah Jane took her friends and the Graske down a narrow path, that led to the hills in the far distance, just visible through arching branches cutting just above the window screen of the car.

‘Time is of the essence!’ said the Graske, alerting Sarah Jane.

‘We're nearly there,’ she answered him.

‘Where?’ asked Rani.

‘I scanned Ealing, and there were two energy traces. One off the Graske, and the teleportation module he speaks of. The location is a hot spot for time travel…’

‘Since when?’ wondered Luke.

‘Since the military came to Ealing,’ said Sarah Jane. ‘The site is a disused military camp the gates have yet to be removed from the site however. Then they moved, to a location nearer to home. Mr Smith said they had discovered Ealing itself was a hotspot, not because of a time disturbance on a hill, but because there were things happening that were most unusual.’

Sarah Jane pulled up beside the gates on the hill top. There was a small hole in the bottom right hand corner of the gates where the mesh wire appeared to have been melted away.

‘Is this your way in and out?’ asked Clyde.

‘It is,’ answered the Graske.

‘How'd you expect us to fit through there?’ he continued.

‘I do not.’

‘What do you mean?’ demanded Sarah Jane.

The Graske shook his head. ‘You must not intervene,’ he told her. ‘I must fulfil my master's demands. I must carry out my orders!’

 
         

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