Doctor Who_ The Forgotten Army - Brian Minchin [27]
The trail led Amy out onto Fifth Avenue. Looking up for a moment, Amy gazed in wonder at the New York skyline, gleaming in the night sky. If anything, it looked bigger at night. A vast tribute to human might, with office lights shining far brighter than the stars and galaxies above. It was true what they said: bright lights, big city.
But as she marvelled at Fifth Avenue, Amy realised she had lost any way of tracking the Vykoids. The hard tarmac showed no traces of the tiny army, and even the Doctor's drag marks were impossible to see. Amy hadn't imagined she'd ever yearn to have a husky as a faithful companion, but short of finding a big sign saying 'Doctor this way', she was stumped... She couldn't even go back to the TARDIS, as the Doctor had hidden it and she had no idea of how to get it back.
Amy wasn't intimidated by what was ahead. She had always made the most of where she was and -whether it was Leadworth or New York - she wasn't about to let herself flounder. Smiling, she thought to herself of the new gang she'd form. The Pond Gang.
With this in mind, Amy was delighted to get back to their stolen squad car - and to see a familiar 105
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figure silhouetted at the wheel of another police patrol car across the road from her.
Oscar seemed to have nodded off to sleep, but Amy's squeal of delight woke him up.
'Hey!' Amy called through the car window. 'A sexy man in uniform waiting to look after me. You don't know it yet, but you are just what I wanted to find.'
Stepping out of his car, Oscar looked Amy up and down.
'What's that on your clothes?' he asked, pointing at the elephant dung. 'Smells like—'
'Shut up!' Amy cut him off. 'This is an emergency. A big one. Just here. Me, in fact. I need your help.' Amy winked at Oscar. 'Work with me, I'll see if I can put a good word in.
Who knows, could be a promotion in this for you.'
Oscar didn't look that impressed by Amy's offer, but she pressed on. 'It's good to see you again, Oscar. I thought I'd have to ring 999 or something, sorry, should be 911
shouldn't it. But no - here you are already! That's what I call community policing.'
Oscar seemed perturbed by her attitude, and Amy decided to try a different approach. She hadn't watched all of Glee without learning a bit about American culture. 'My friend is in great danger, and I need you to help me find him.' She thought she should lay it on a bit thicker for his sentimental American side and continued: 'Of course, thing is, I'm at a point in my life now where I have some 106
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big decisions to make, and its getting kind of tough but I'm gonna pull through it all, thing is, I need your help, tonight, and I will be grateful for ever.' It seemed to be working. At least, Oscar was not actually disagreeing with her. 'Oh, and another thing - we're going to need a dog. You can manage that can't you?'
Amy smiled. She was getting the hang of this. Of all the things she'd thought New York had to offer, chatting up hot cops was definitely an added bonus. And here she was, assembling a crack team to save New York. Back home, Rory wouldn't even trust her to make a cup of tea, let alone choose the button that might save the world. Now, she was like The A-Team meets Cagney and Lacey. Since meeting the Doctor she'd had the chance to do so much more, and be better then she'd ever imagined. Now she was ready to go solo.
Oscar had retreated back into his squad car, having a long conversation with someone on his phone. He hadn't told Amy who he was calling, but from the sound of it, he was pretty scared of them.
As he ended the call, Amy leant in the window, and smiled as nicely as she could. 'So have we got a pooch?'
Oscar nodded, with a pained expression that he was doing his best to hide. 'The tracker dog is on its way.'
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Back in her office, Commander Strebbins had called in all the officers she