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yield of each bomb by measuring the damage each one caused. Knowing which planes were capable of dropping which bombs, and comparing this with radar data, it had been possible to match each bomb to each plane. In a matter of seconds, the computer had plotted the course of an eight-hour air-raid. Now, not even the TARDIS computer was perfect, especially when dealing with this sort of chaos. It had rejected its own first guess, because it hadn’t quite managed to match up all the information. Its second attempt was a lot more convincing. The whole process took just seconds.

Forrester had then needed nearly three-quarters of an hour to scribble out the report, and had nearly been late for work as a result.

Reed was poring over the data. ‘Roz, what you’ve managed to do is impossible.’

‘Yeah, well, six impossible things before breakfast and all that. Which reminds me, let’s order, I haven’t eaten yet.’

‘So we’re too late? They’ve already built superbombers?’

‘They only used the one. They used it early in the raid, really early, about seven. It flew in through Greenwich, swept across Bermondsey, the City and Regent’s Park, arced back and took out Paddington, Soho and Southwark.’

‘Without anyone spotting it, not even radar?’

‘What’s one plane in a raid that size? I imagine that the Germans used this raid as cover. They sent in the superbomber early, then obliterated the evidence in the later stages of the raid. Look, it could be twice the size of a Heinkel before any of our radar operators got suspicious. It might have flown in at an odd angle, and that would have reduced its RCS.’

‘Gosh.’ Reed was still working his way through her report. ‘I suppose you found out what Hoogin and Mooning are too.’

‘No.’ The words hadn’t been in either the TARDIS

memory store or the data store. This worried her.

‘We need to get this back to Kendrick.’

‘Yes. I thought I might need someone else on side before I did. Thank you for trusting me, George. Now, let’s eat, I’m starving.’

Niclauss saw the young woman standing at the side of the road. As he got closer and closer, she turned his way. She must have heard the sound of his engine.

He broke hard, skidding to a halt just in front of her.

She was grinning broadly, impressed. She was young and very pretty, with long black hair.

‘Can I help you, mademoiselle?’ he said. She giggled and held out her hand.

‘I can help you, brave soldier.’ There was no doubt what sort of help she had in mind.

‘I really have to get back to the... my job.’ She looked so disappointed. He dismounted, and stepped towards her. She pouted, clearly realizing how arousing she looked with this expression.

Crack

‘He looks so young,’ Monique said.

Chris bent down, unbuttoning the Nazi’s uniform. He hesitated. The soldier looked even younger than Monique, although Cwej knew that this couldn’t be true. The age of conscription in the Reich wouldn’t be lowered until the last few months of the war, when ten-year-old boys would be called on to defend Berlin.

‘He wouldn’t have felt anything. It’s a standard move that snaps the spinal cord. My tutor claimed it was the quickest way to kill someone without making a noise. It certainly seems pretty efficient.’

Chris had undressed the corpse; now he began to strip.

Monique seemed more interested in watching him than looking out for Germans until he reminded her. Chris pulled himself into the uniform, and rolled the body into the ditch at the roadside.

‘It’s a bit tight.’

‘It is those muscles of yours, Christophe.’ Despite himself, Chris blushed. She was examining the contents of the dead man’s document case.

‘He was taking a message to the base,’ she exclaimed.

‘Excellent! That’s my passport in there. You had better go now, Monique. I’m going to rescue the Doctor,’ he said, mounting the motorbike. He looked around to see how to start it. Monique leant forward, showing him the ignition. He gunned the engine.

‘Good luck, Christophe. I have never kissed a man.’ Cwej looked at her blankly. Monique hesitated, then launched herself forward, kissing him full on the lips.