Primsong
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"Ah good!" the Brigadier said, standing by his jeep as a large truck with camouflage canvas rumbled into the quarry. "That ought to do the trick nicely." He waved. The truck pulled up and idled at a stop.
"Sir!" the man driving said. "What's our cargo?"
"You see them here," the Brigadier replied, sweeping his arm to encompass all the various people around the quarry.
"Are those police boxes?"
"Never mind those. Just give these people a lift. We're going back to UNIT HQ."
"Yessir!"
Two looked around at all the people. "Well, you heard him. Come along. It may not be fancy but it works. Victoria? Zoe? Jamie?" He turned in a circle quizzically then spotted them all stuffed into Bessie. "Oh dear, dear you aren't really going to ride with him, are you?"
"Sir!" the man driving said. "What's our cargo?"
"You see them here," the Brigadier replied, sweeping his arm to encompass all the various people around the quarry.
"Are those police boxes?"
"Never mind those. Just give these people a lift. We're going back to UNIT HQ."
"Yessir!"
Two looked around at all the people. "Well, you heard him. Come along. It may not be fancy but it works. Victoria? Zoe? Jamie?" He turned in a circle quizzically then spotted them all stuffed into Bessie. "Oh dear, dear you aren't really going to ride with him, are you?"