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“Hey! Rip” Nate ran over to the person in question a piece of string with a key on it. Something which is usually around the co-captain’s neck. Rip felt around his neck and only just realised that he took it off before going on a mission - the key being too suspicious to wear.
“How did you get into my room. I thought I told Gideon to not let anyone in after the last two ‘incidents’.”
“Captain Lance has the same permissions that you do. Therefore I had to let her in.” Gideon supplied the peeved Ex-Time Master. He groaned.
“Sooo.” Ray stepped in. “What does it unlock?”
“None of your business. I’m not forced to answer all of your questions. Should I reiterate the ‘personal privacy’ talk?” He gestured for Nate to give him the key back, fortunately he did. Rip put the string around his neck.
Amaya, off in the distance actually looked slightly exasperated - at least someone on the team wasn’t as idiotic as the rest. Martin was off somewhere doing his own thing, so two.
The rest on the other hand were all coming into the study where Rip, Nate and Ray were currently situated. “Come on Rip, you need to stop keeping so many secrets” Sara slipped in.
“Yeah, blondies right.” Mick added
“I don’t have to tell you anything. There are secrets and then there is just not telling people everything about their own lives. I don’t know everything about you.” Rip really just wanted to get out of here. Put some music on in his room and scroll through all information he can gather about what to do next - or even just sleep.
Knowing they won’t leave him until he says something he just supplements. “It belonged to a man. Called the Doctor.” Then he just walks off.
“Who?” Jax asks, but Rip had left.
Sara shook her head. “Gideon. Who is the Doctor?”
“I’m sorry Captain, but that information can not be shared.”
“I am also Captain, shouldn’t I be able too?”
“It was not blocked by Captain Hunter. This information is blocked by the Time Masters, the British, American and Australian governments, the UN and UNIT. It is impossible to tell you the answer.”
Ray muttered “Well, shit.”
“How can one person be so restricted?” Martin, only now walking in asked.
“Someone English would be friends with obviously” Mick replied.
All during this they never heard voices coupled with a strange ‘whirring’ sound in the distance.