The MITES locator powered up and started processing the energy imprint. Entis looked at them, "This is going to take a while."
"How long?" the Doctor asked.
"Three days, at least."
Amy looked at the Doctor, "Can we grab lunch? I'm starving."
He nodded, "We'll go grab some chips. Fenn, I think we'll take a quick jump forward in the TARDIS, if you don't mind."
Fenn looked at him, "You're not going to stay?"
The Doctor shrugged, "What for? I've got other things to do. Saving the universe, rescuing civilizations-"
"-grabbing lunch, okay, I get it."
The Doctor and Amy started walking back to the TARDIS, when Fenn remembered something, "Doctor?"
"How did you know to pick me up from my street?"
"Ah, yes," he smiled as he pulled out his psychic paper, "I got a message on this."
"What did it say?"
He held it up for Fenn to see. Neat hand writing flashed across the paper in black ink, Fenn needs help. Edinburgh.
"I didn't send that."
"Well of course you didn't, unless you refer to yourself in third person."
"Who did then?"
"I don't know," the Doctor said, "I'll have a look on the TARDIS scanners later."
"But what if it's important?"
The Doctor grinned, "I've got a time machine, I can be back in five minutes if it's something important. Now if you don't mind, I have a few things to catch up on. And, you know, getting changed... So I'd better be going. Come along, Pond."
The Doctor and Amy waved goodbye and headed off into the maze in the direction of the TARDIS. Two minutes later, the sound of the TARDIS dematerialising drifted to them.
Fenn rolled her eyes and turned around, only to see Entis glaring at her angrily. "What?" she asked.
"We thought you were dead!"
She folded her arms across her chest, "The Resistance can live without me. I'm sure it was business as usual."
Entis shot a look at her that could've bored through ten-metre thick triple reinforced steel with a granite centre, had there been any handy, "I thought you were dead!"
Fenn's gaze softened, "Now that's a statement of greater importance."
A moment of silence hung perilously between them, stretching itself in time. They looked at each other and they both ran forward and hugged each other, incredibly tightly. Entis felt a tear or two slide down his face, "Thank god, thank god you're okay. I thought- I missed you-"
Fenn hugged him tighter, "It's okay, I'm back, it's okay..."
Entis pulled out, "Fenn..."
"Shut up," she said, and kissed him. His face registered shock for a moment, but then he relaxed into it. They stood there like that for a few minutes, holding the moment tenderly between them, the Fenn pulled out and he held her close.
"I came back," she whispered.
He smiled, "Thank you."
The moment stretched on for what seemed like a precious eternity. Finally Entis let Fenn go, and she turned away and limped off to Entis's office, and Entis followed. Fenn glanced around as she walked; she had a feeling, like she was being watched. But the feeling passed and she beckoned Entis, "So what has the Resistance been up to while I've been gone?"
"Looking for you."
She turned and glared at him, "You have to be joking."
"So is the movement! I can take care of myself."
"Which is why you're limping, I suppose?"
She crossed her arms and kept walking, "Yes."
Entis chuckled, "You're a trouble magnet."
"Quite so. Have the resistance done anything else?"
"Yes. We've been preparing for the assault."
"And how're the preparations going?"
"We're ahead of schedule."
Fenn grinned, "Excellent. Any other news?"
"You've been declared the Agency's most wanted."
"Oh really? I'll add that to my list of personal achievements and put it on my résumé, shall I?" They reached Entis's office, and Fenn stared around, "You've certainly updated."
He nodded, "Yeah, well, you know. Keeping busy."
"You don't say."
Three of the walls of the office were covered with floor-to-ceiling holographic touch-screen computers. Fenn stared around her as blue prints, camera views, and various other applications whizzed past her. She blinked in surprise as a laser matrix scanned her body and then her iris, correctly identifying her as Fenn Nimear, member of the resistance. Her profile appeared on the screen, allowing her level 2 access. She turned to Entis, "Level 2?"
He cringed a little, "Don't worry, not even the Director has level 1. I'm the only one."
Fenn smiled at him, "No, no, I'm not disappointed. I wasn't expecting this much access. I thought I was going to be level 5 or something."
She shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe I'm not reliable enough? Besides," she said before Entis could object, "I wouldn't be around enough to protect the computer basis like you can. Now can you get June on the line? She'll want an update."
Entis frowned as he pulled up a secure connection, "Don't call the Director June, you know she doesn't like it."
"She'll have to put up with it. I know her as June, always have, and always will. Even before the resistance. So don't worry."
Entis started bringing up a video link to the Director. He'd always been hanging out for the days when Fenn would walk into his workshop without notice and shake up the monotonous routine. But lately he'd been looking for her more often, and was getting a little more anxious every day she didn't show up. He'd missed her- it was hard being left behind. When Fenn had told him that she was going undercover, working for the Agency, he hadn't commented. When she had lost all of her equipment, twice, he'd let it pass. But he couldn't stand not knowing where she was, whether she was alive or dead; the trauma of that not knowingness was still eating him inside. And now she was here, standing right behind him, like nothing had happened, nothing was wrong. He wondered if she even knew he loved her as much as he did.
Entis dragged himself out of his thoughts and filled the gap he left with chatter, "I've been keeping tabs on the Agency," he said, "but it's getting trickier. Delven's clueing into us. The weapon you found- it's nearing completion, and Delven's stepping up security."
"Well, I'll tell you something, Entis. That project will take a little longer than they expected to complete."
Entis's eyes widened, "You got the converter?"
She pulled it out of one of her coat pockets, "Catch."
Entis caught it smartly, and examined the small piece of electronics, "This is... compressed genius. A bit tacky, not the best materials, but... genius."
Fenn grinned, "Not often you hand out compliments like that."
"Who built it?"
She shook her head, "I don't know."
"Looks good enough to be Time Lord."
Fenn paled, "I hope it's not."
"So do I."
Entis activated the video link and a middle-aged woman appeared on the screen, probably in her mid-forties. She wore a plain black military uniform, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. She had darkish tanned skin and glossy black hair, with heavily lidded brown eyes. She glared at Fenn, "Explain."
"I blew my cover, and then went into hiding. Also, I was shot. Twice."
The woman nodded, "And the mission?"
Fenn took the converter and held it up, "Successful."
She smiled, "Good job. Don't destroy it; we'll need it as evidence to take to the Shadow Proclamation. Put it in a place where the Agency won't find it," she glared at Entis, "and NOT in Master Parkes' workshop. The Agency could launch a raid there at any time, no matter what the Proclamation would have to say about it, if anything."
Entis sulked, but Fenn nodded, "I know a place."
"Is it safe?"
"Safest place in the universe."
The woman nodded, "Good. I will warn you though; you are now a target of the Agency. They will hunt you down."
Fenn nodded, "Of course."
"The Proclamation may soon launch an investigation, but until then we have to make do."
"And that we shall, quite well, too, June."
The woman frowned, "Don't call me that. It's Director to you, Captain."
Fenn bowed mockingly, "Yes, Madam Director."
The Director shook her head, "Good luck, Captain."
The connection vanished, and Fenn stepped away from the screen. She smiled at Entis, "Now it really starts."