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Part 3
“Where are you going?” Shan had interrupted his conversation with some of the Houza. They were willing to go and lead him to the location as shown on the screen. 
Inside, a below ground tunnel complex. Not visible from anywhere outside of the immediate area. A good choice, for hiding the Tardis.
As, for how it looked? It blended in with the metallic structures.
NOT, that that was intentional. To any looking on, with its invisibility turned on, you would never have known, it was there! As for other protections that could and COULD was to be noted; in place?
The ‘Dr’ had no doubts, it would not have security, that would target, any who attempted to get to the opening. WHY not? The meddler would not want any, to be wondering why, they had been targeted ?
ONLY those, who had the knowledge, re a Tardis were a threat and, any attempt, to enter without the right crystal? Would instantly trigger a few nasty surprises.
Getting into the tunnel area, was also, not without its terrors. A Wolk was roaming the tunnels and, it was a wild wolf like creature, sharp fangs and claws. Only a fool would enter without knowing how to deal with such a threat.
Of course, the ‘meddling monk’, was keeping a low profile.
Discovered before, the Dr, had been detained, was not, a wise idea.
The sheer joy of seeing his plan to imprison the Dr just as he had been imprisoned in 1066 and later on having no directional function that had left him roaming aimlessly? The Daleks? Betrayed by them and that other who had taken the Teranium core.
The ‘Shills’, had been getting nothing of any value, from the areas they had literally trashed,
Fury, was not being sated, by the flesh consumed by them and, the crumpled workers were hardly fat enough.
Skin and bones not forgetting the gristle and who wants gristle?
Other, strange events, had been occurring. Equipment, had vanished and, not stolen, by the primitives.
Vanishing, in front of their eyes, is one way of putting it. Shaking their heads and, muttering did nothing to clear the sight, of that happening, before them?
A trick of the light, an illusion, or something they had eaten? Cursing at the thought, the last primitive, that had been somewhat indigestible, had forced upon them hallucinations? NONE of them reported the missing gear.
They would, have been made fools of, by the others and Shills? Don’t like. the truth.
They are too, we might say, deluded and proud, to concede things might be what many would be saying is truth. If they say it is then it IS. If they took their anger out on the workers by attempting to work them harder there was one aspect that now remained a constant.
NO more eating of those primitives. They would have to wait until the others in the camps, had been fattened up and, were ready for eating. The ‘meddler ‘ had gone to look for the Dr and his companion?
Finding them, by chance and, almost too late, he ducked out of sight. Taking a second glance, to establish that it, indeed was the Dr? NOT totally convinced, until he heard Shan, muttering or was it cursing at him?
“How are we going to free them?” “We have to find a weakness, something we can use against them for them to leave this planet without taking their revenge out on the planet let alone its race.
“No way is that going to happen. IF they leave they will and they have told us, the Shills will torch this planet. Other worlds, they have done that to ! We, don’t even know, how many there are of them! Here and on their space craft above the planet?”
“It is peculiar how the Houza we spoke to are not worried at all. Did you notice that? I did not detect any fear in them. Annoyed, upset and anger but no fear!
As for that chanting, from some of them AND, what was it called?” “‘Heresia’ token. A cursed object, but, a gift to the soil, to leave within that sacred place, that sacred RING; their way, of communicating, with the Gods.
IF, you handle this and, do not, know the sacred words, to make sure, YOU, are NOT cursed. you will surely die ? I DID not touch it. There are I know between Heaven and Earth things that sometimes cannot be explained.
Gods? I, am not, disrespecting them anytime soon. Good bad or indifferent, if you have any sense, you don’t mock the Gods. Too many ancient transcripts that Ai unlocked to reveal the tales of the ancients.
Myrne told me of Tolgani, the book of legends, how it, records, some of their Gods, especially the Faeron. Though there are, worse ones than them and, on this planet. 
Sprites who, control the weather and those. you do NOT offend, or suffer poor harvests, death and destruction.
On my planet we call it folklore, but mama always said ‘there is a lot of truth’ in some of them.
The ‘meddler’ was listening and grinning?
So she was superstitious, he could have some fun with her
What race she was from, he was not totally knowing BUT, the Dr, did have a fondness, for the Human(a).
Trapped on that dammed planet for some
TIME from 1066 he had sensed the mannerism she exuded were representative of such.
Trapped drifting, within the time vortex, he had not been privy to most, of the Dr and his companions.
Now they, were headed, towards a cave like opening? He glared realizing it led into the tunnels. IF he suspected they knew somehow that that was where he had hidden his Tardis?
No, he concluded he was mistaken. They, must be there, for something else. There were, some ancient artefacts stored. in what used to be an ancient archive repository. Well away from his Tardis. He would follow just to make sure.
They, disappeared, within the cave entrance. He went to follow after them stepping across the open ground, keeping a watchful eye ahead of him to make sure they did not suddenly reappear.
“YOU!” He stopped, the voice ringing in his ears was familiar and yet? Could not be. Surely not!
Slowly he turned as now face to face they stared at each other .. to let out a gasp.
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