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serve his purpose. A plan was beginning to form in the Doctor's
mind...
Dominating the enormous laboratory was Winser's pride and
joy the Particle Accelerator. It was a complicated piece of
equipment resembling in appearance a massive electronic cannon. In
the centre of the 'barrel' section was a transparent door, made of
heavy-duty plastic, and just in front of the giant machine stood a
three-sided control panel.
The Doctor glanced casually around the huge circular room,
taking his bearings. It was rather like being on the inside of a vast
pottery kiln. An iron staircase led to a viewing gallery, and just
above the gallery was the main control room. A huge picture window
looked from it onto the laboratory. The Doctor could see Chinn
peering suspiciously down at him, Hardiman at his side. The
laboratory was in a separate wing, and the Doctor knew that there
were armed soldiers outside. Chinn wasn't taking any chances with
his precious Axonite. The golden casket stood on a laboratory bench
nearby.
The Doctor walked round the Particle Accelerator, his mind
rapidly absorbing Winser's explanations. Winser touched a massive
lever. 'These sub-controls are linked to those in the main control-
room up there this lever brings in the entire output of Reactor One.'
The Doctor nodded. 'And with that colossal surge of power
you accelerate the particles in an ever-increasing electromagnetic
field?'
Winser nodded, surprised at how quickly the Doctor had
grasped the purpose and function of the complex machinery.
'Precisely. Eventually I expect to achieve controlled acceleration up
to and beyond the speed of light.' There was a fanatical gleam in
Winser's eyes and his voice was hushed. 'Once beyond that, the
particles will be travelling in the fourth dimension... and I shall begin
my experiments into the nature of Time itself.'
'With the ultimate aim of achieving Time travel?'
Winser nodded eagerly, relieved to find a fellow scientist who
didn't think his theories too wild even to discuss. 'Why not?'
'Why not indeed?' The Doctor beamed at him. 'Well, it's all
most impressive. Much larger than my own set-up of course,' he
added casually. 'Mine's only about the size of... well, say a police
box.'
'Your set up? You mean to tell me you've already been
working with...'
'With a Time machine? Oh yes, very successfully too, for a
while. Then I ran into some snags.'
The snags to which the Doctor referred were the laws of his
own people, the Time Lords. As part of his sentence of exile to
Earth, they had somehow prevented the TARDIS from functioning.
In addition, they had clouded that part of the Doctor's memory that
held the vital Temporal Equations, so that he was unable to repair it.
But the Doctor was still determined to outwit them. Perhaps, in
conjunction with Winser, he could somehow re-discover the
information he needed. He sighed theatrically. 'Bit of a lash-up, the
old TARDIS. But it functioned. I wish you could have seen it when it
was working...'
Winser was still grappling with the Doctor's extraordinary
claim. 'Why have I never heard of this research? You've published
nothing?'
'Er, no. Well, not in England, anyway.'
'Where then?'
'Oh, elsewhere. You see, old chap, I had a sort of breakdown.
Believe me, afterwards I was a changed man! There are quite a few
things I still can't remember.'
'How convenient!'
The Doctor shook his head. 'Most inconvenient, actually.' A
sudden thought seemed to strike him. 'Still if you'd be interested in
having a look at the old TARDIS, perhaps we could have it brought
down?'
Winser gave him a puzzled look. 'Are you really serious about
all this?'
The Doctor put a friendly hand on Winser's shoulder. 'Quite
serious, I assure you. We could swop a few ideas... cannibalise a few
parts. Perhaps even get the old TARDIS operational.' He crossed to
the laboratory bench and put his hand on the lid of the golden casket.
'Now we've got this stuff we might as well make good use of it! '
The Master walked into the brain area of Axos, then stopped
short in astonishment. Before the great eye on its flexible stalk stood
a familiar figure. Filer! Not the exhausted, broken figure he had last
seen but a new Filer, fresh and alert. The whispering voice of Axos
filled the air around them.
'The other Time Lord will be with the Axonite. You will find
him and bring him here.'
The Axon with the face and body of Filer nodded stiffly and
walked away.
6
Escape from Axos
'No, Doctor! I simply won't hear of it!'
The Doctor groaned. His collaboration with Winser was
getting off to a very poor start. The trouble was that Winser, being a
careful and logical man, liked to carry out his experiments in a
succession of careful and logical steps. The Doctor on the other hand
favoured a more empirical approach or as he himself expressed it,
'try it and see'. It was this attitude that was drawing such anguished
protests from Winser. The Doctor stood by the Particle Accelerator,
the golden casket in his hand.
'All we do is put the Axonite in here and whizz it about until
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