“These are the terms,” the Brigadier said, ignoring the comment. “The Doctor is off-limits; UNIT and its personnel are off-limits. If anything happens to the Doctor or to any of the people in that file you just showed me — if Miss Grant gets a heavy cold, or if I get a paper-cut, or if anybody starts making puerile insinuations about anybody’s private life — I am authorised to tell you that the Secretary General of the United Nations will present all of our evidence to a public session of the UN General Assembly. Britain will be a pariah nation, a rogue state; and Torchwood will be finished. Which would be unfortunate, but our work is too important to have to waste time dealing with this sort of nonsense. Do I make myself clear?” Starke did not reply immediately. “Do I make myself clear, Mr Starke?” This time, he managed to choke out a reply:
“You’re bluffing.”
“Then call my bluff, Mr Starke. Call it.” The car pulled up at the park gates. “I really don’t know who you people thought you were dealing with; we’re only the United Nations, for God’s sake. I face worse than you every working day. Just be glad I’m not going to let the Doctor know you exist; he’d eat you lot for breakfast.” As the Brigadier climbed out of the car, he placed a small silver object on the seat next to Norris: “You can have the bug back, by the way.”
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Date: 2009-11-01 04:20 pm (UTC)