064 - Doctor Who and the Three Doctors

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Jo glanced up at the Doctor. 'Things must be pretty

serious then.'

'They are, Jo. Very serious indeed. The whole of the

Universe is in danger!'

The most amazing DOCTOR WHO adventure, in which

Doctors One, Two and Three cross time and space and

come together to fight a ruthlessly dangerous enemy -

OMEGA. Once a Time Lord himself, now exiled to a black

hole in space, Omega is seeking a bitter and deadly

revenge against the whole Universe...

ISBN 0 426 11578 3

A Target Book

Published in 1975

by the Paperback Division of W.H. Allen & Co. Plc

44 Hill Street, London WIX 8LB

Corporation

Printed and bound in Great Britain by

Anchor Brendon Ltd., Tiptree, Essex

ISBN 0 426 11578 3

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of

trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise circulated

without the publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or

cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar

condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent

purchaser.

DOCTOR WHO

THE THREE

DOCTORS

Based on the BBC television serial by Robert Baker and Dave Martin

by arrangement with the British Broadcasting Corporation

TERRANCE DICKS

published by

The Paperback Division of

W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd

CONTENTS

1 Lightning from Space

2 Attack from the Unknown

3 The Menace of the Black Hole

4 Beyond the Unknown

5 A Shock for the Brigadier

6 In the Hands of the Enemy

7 Door to Freedom

8 Escape from Omega

9 'All things shall be destroyed'

10 Return through the Flame

11 Three Doctors Minus Two

Lightning from Space

For an adventure that was to be one of the most astonishing of

the Doctor's very long life, it all began very quietly. It started, in fact,

with a silvery-grey balloon, drifting peacefully out of the blue

morning sky to land on the flat marshy ground of an Essex bird

sanctuary. Hanging from the balloon was a bright orange box, about

the size and shape of a car battery.

The box bumped along the ground as a gust of wind caught in

the balloon. Then its attaching wires caught fast in a clump of trees,

and sent a flock of starlings shrieking into the sky.

On the other side of the trees a stocky grey-haired man, in

anorak and rubber boots, paused to listen. Arthur Hollis was the

warden of the Bird sanctuary, and he knew at once, by the note of

outrage in the starlings' voices, that something unusual had

happened. He made his way round the trees, and saw the brightly

coloured box swinging to and fro like a stranded parachutist. He

walked up to it cautiously. As he got closer he saw thick black letters

on the side of the box. They read: 'Reward! Please Contact Dr.

Tyler.' An address and telephone number followed. Hollis rubbed his

chin. He didn't like mysterious obiects turning up in his bird

sanctuary.

The sooner it was out of there the better. He copied the

telephone number on a scrap of paper. Suddenly the box crackled.

Hollis jumped back. He looked at it cautiously. Nothing happened.

Shaking his head suspiciously, Hollis gave the box a last distrustful

glare and set off for his cottage.

Several hours later, a battered and muddy Land Rover jolted

down the bumpy lane to the bird sanctuary. It was driven by a tubby,

fair-haired little man in an old duffle-coat. He pulled up outside the

Warden's cottage and got out.

A pleasant-looking middle-aged woman in an apron came

down the cottage path. 'Dr. Tyler, is it ? From the University?'

Tyler nodded. 'That's me. Sorry to be a trouble. Thanks very

much for calling—'

The woman interrupted him, her voice a little anxious, 'That

old box of yours is just through the trees there.' She pointed across

the fields to a small hill. Tyler could just see the silver-grey of the

balloon as it caught the sunlight. 'My Arthur's keeping an eye on it

for you,' she went on. 'He hasn't touched it. Not chemicals, I hope?

Only, it's the birds, you see. He took his shot-gun in case it was

dangerous.'

Tyler shook his head vigorously. 'No, nothing like that. Just

instruments. Thanks very much, Mrs. Hollis, I'll go and find your

husband.' He set off towards the trees at an eager pace. As he

approached the hill, he called out, 'Mr. Hollis! Mr. Hollis!'

He saw Hollis appear over the brow of the hill, wave and point

downwards. The box was obviously on the other side, just out of

sight. Vastly relieved that the mysterious object would soon be off

his hands, Hollis decided to speed the process by unhooking it from

the tree, where it was still swinging gently to and fro. It took him

only a moment to free the clamps attaching the box to its wires, but

the box was surprisingly heavy, and as he took the full weight of it he

stumbled forwards, and fell on top of the box as it hit the ground.

There was a sudden fierce crackle, a flash of light, and Arthur Hollis

vanished.

Tyler came puffing over the hill. The balloon still flapped

about in the tree top, the box rested at the foot of the tree. But of

Arthur Hollis there was no sign. Tyler looked round unbelievingly.

He'd seen the man just a minute ago. And there was nowhere he

could be hiding—just flat, empty fields all around. Tyler walked up

to the box and looked at it. Just the familiar type of instrument box

he'd handled a hundred times before. Heaving it up, he clasped it to

his chest and set off for the cottage at a stumbling run.

Later that day, the box was sitting on a laboratory bench while

Tyler, for what seemed the hundredth time, explained what had

happened.

'So there you are. Mrs, Hollis says her husband's with the box,

I see him wave, get there, and there he is—gone! So I phone the

police, and they whizz me off to see you lot.'

Tyler looked round at his audience. There were three of them.

A very small, very pretty, fair-haired girl. A tall man with a clipped

moustache, wearing the uniform of a Brigadier. And an even taller

man, flamboyantly dressed in a velvet smoking-jacket and ruffled

shirt, who seemed to be known only as 'the Doctor'.

Brigadier Alastair Lethbridge-Stewart, head of the British

section of the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce (UNIT for

short), beamed approvingly. 'Quite right too, that's what we're here

for—eh, Doctor?'

The Doctor gave him an enigmatic look and said nothing. Jo

Grant, the Doctor's assistant, was examining the box that was the

centre of attention. 'Dr. Tyler,' she asked suddenly, 'what's it for?'

The Brigadier frowned at her disapprovingly, and then realised

he didn't really know the answer himself. He looked at Tyler

enquiringly.

The little man seemed surprised that anyone should need to

ask. 'Cosmic-ray research, of course.' He gave the box a tap. In there

is the most sophisticated cosmic-ray monitoring device between here

and Cape Kennedy.' He flashed them a sudden, disarming grin. I

ought to know because I knocked it up myself from odds and ends in

the lab. As a matter of fact...' Tyler hesitated awkwardly.

The Doctor gave him an encouraging smile. 'As a matter of

fact, what?' he asked gently.

'Well, I'd been meaning to get in touch with somebody official

anyway, even before this business.'

'And why was that?'

Tyler took a deep breath, then seemed to come to some kind of

decision. 'Pass me that briefcase, will you, young lady?' Jo Grant

passed over the bulging briefcase Tyler had brought with him,

staggering under the unexpected weight. Tyler fished out a sheaf of

papers, all mixed up with what looked like X-ray prints. 'We've been

getting some pretty amazing results on these latest tests.' He sorted

out one of the prints and handed it to the Doctor, who held it up to

the light. Jo peered at it too. All she could see was a scattering of tiny

white spots against the darkness of the negative.

'There's an early one, d'you see,' said Tyler. 'Just your average-

density cosmic-ray bombardment. But on the last one, we got this!'

He handed over another print. The Doctor held it up, and this time Jo

saw what looked like a jagged sheet of lightning slashing right across

the print. She heard the Doctor's sudden intake of breath. 'Good

grief!' 'Aye,' said Tyler grimly. 'And now take a look at these!' He

handed the Doctor a tattered roll of papers covered with figures. Jo

guessed that they were computer print-outs of some kind.

A moment later the Doctor looked up. 'If these readings are

correct, Dr. Tyler, this—whatever-it-is—travels faster than light!'

"That's right,' said Tyler simply. 'And it can't, can it?' He

looked up at the Doctor's tall figure. 'I don't know what to make of it,

Doctor, and that's the truth. You know what it makes me think of? A

shriek of pain, travelling across the Galaxy! It's come all that way,

through millions of star systems. It must have been—directed.

Directed at us! Why?'

Gently the Doctor put the prints back on the bench, 'Why

indeed. Dr. Tyler!' He took a fresh batch of print-outs from Tyler,

and began poring over them, quite oblivious to everything else.

The Brigadier cleared his throat meaningfully. What had

started off as a fairly straightforward disappearance seemed to have

wandered off into the realms of cosmic-ray research. 'The point is,

Doctor, has this space-lightning of yours got anything to do with the

vanishing of this chap Hollis?'

'Oh I should think so, wouldn't you?' The Doctor looked up at

the Brigadier, and then back at the prints on the bench. 'Space-

lightning... you know, that's rather good. Brigadier. It does look a bit

like lightning.'

The Brigadier looked pleased, then was immediately deflated

as the Doctor went on, 'Only of course it isn't lightning. Nothing like

it.' 'Do you know what it is. Doctor?' asked Jo.

'Well, if there were such a thing, I should say it was

compressed light. Yes that's it—a sort of controlled superlucent

emission.'

The Brigadier sighed. He was used to the fact that most of the

Doctor's explanations left him none the wiser.

The Doctor leaped to his feet. 'Mr. Tyler, is this cosmic-ray

device of yours functioning normally?'

'As far as I know. Haven't developed the plate yet of course.'

'Then I suggest you do so at once. I think you'll find all the

necessary equipment over there. If you need anything else, the

Brigadier will get it for you. Come along, Jo.'

Obediently, Jo started to follow the Doctor. The Brigadier

snapped, 'May I ask where you're off to?'

To take a look at the scene of the disappearance of course.' The

Doctor grabbed his cloak from behind the door and set off. Jo gave

the Brigadier a 'What-can-you-do?' look, and hurried after him.

Tyler wandered over to the cupboard indicated by the Doctor

and opened it. The shelves were crammed with every kind of

scientific equipment. He spotted one of the latest types of automatic

developer, fished it out, carried it over to a bench and started

checking it over. Looking up, he saw the Brigadier glaring down at

him. 'All right, old chap, I can manage,' said Tyler kindly. 'I'll give

you a shout if I need anything.'

The Brigadier seemed to be controlling himself with an effort.

'That's very kind of you. Dr. Tyler,' he said between gritted teeth. 'Do

make yourself at home. Liberty Hall, Dr. Tyler, Liberty Hall!'

Slamming the door behind him, the Brigadier marched off down the

corridor.

Tyler shook his head in mild astonishment. Funny chap, that.

Still, you could never tell with soldiers. Peculiar lot.

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