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Narvin stood at the controls of his standard-issue black and red CIA TARDIS. Cardinal Ollistra had informed the Coordinator that she’d misplaced an asset, and desired it back as soon as possible. Naturally, the Coordinator knew Ollistra meant the Doctor. Narvin frowned. The Doctor was CIA jurisdiction, through and through. Unfortunately, certain Cardinals seemed to ignore their jurisdiction. He’d have to remind the Coordinator to bring that up at the next council meeting. The red Time Rotor glowed as the TARDIS crept its way through the Vortex. He looked up at a hexagonal screen, watching as the red dot grew closer and closer. The screen was built into one of the walls, which were notable for their hexagons rather than roundels. There had been a rumour around the CIA that it was a design to make sure that their TARDISes could never be mistaken. Regardless, Narvin enjoyed the console room. He took a deep breath, preparing to reunite with the Doctor. He’d met the Doctor before a few times. The last time he had met the Doctor, he was trying to avert this war. He sighed, the weight of this war suddenly falling onto his shoulders. If only the Master had listened. Either time. He snapped himself out of his brief sadness, and his TARDIS made a ping. He was there. He activated another hexagonal scanner, expecting to see a blue box floating. Instead, he only saw the jet-black void of space. He squinted, spotting a small grey box floating. He opened the doors and reached out to grab it. A small red light faintly waxed and waned. It was a remote control system. Narvin marched over to the console, and opened a channel back to Gallifrey.
Ollistra was in her office, awaiting word on her assets. Her door whirred open.
“Come in.” The silver-haired Cardinal greeted, not looking up.
“Good afternoon, Cardinal.” Romana smiled defusingly. “I take it I’m not interrupting anything?” she calmly accused. “The unauthorized destruction of a planet, or the hijacking of a CIA asset?” She offered.
“Do you have any updates, Coordinator?” Ollistra asked. “Or are you simply here to chat?” Romana calmly threw the control unit onto Ollistra’s war table.
“I assume you have a good reason for placing a remote control unit on someone who is explicitly under CIA jurisdiction?” Romana asked. “Under the law, as imposed by myself during my own presidency, the Doctor and all Renegades are the CIA’s problem, not Cardinal’s.”
“Yes, but a lot has changed since your Presidency. The war, for a start.” Ollistra debated.
“And you think that justifies what you’ve done?” Romana snapped. “We haven’t heard from the Doctor in months, thanks to your interference!”
“Considering what your job is, you don’t have the right to say that.” Ollistra hissed. “Do you have an update, Coordinator?”
“Our update is that the Doctor is gone. Your trail has gone dead in the water, Ollistra.” Romana updated. “I truly hope this was the outcome you hoped for.”