while the other personnel absorbed themselves in their Taskforce duties.
'So what do you think will happen now?' asked Zoe.
'Well, it's not really a UNIT matter now,' Turner explained, 'so we'll probably hand it all over to the police.'
Isobel looked disappointed. 'Pity, I could've got some great pictures and made a bomb selling them to Fleet Street,' she brooded.
Turner shot her a flirtatious glance. 'Perhaps you'd allow me to make up for it by buying you dinner,' he suggested gallantly, eyeing Isobel's long shapely legs appreciatively.
Isobel looked delighted. 'Why not? Are you stinking rich or something?' she teased.
Turner laughed. 'Not on a Captain's pay, I'm not, but money isn't everything you know.'
Isobel considered his dark, handsome features. 'No, perhaps it isn't,' she agreed.
At that moment the door opened and Sergeant Walters brought in Jamie and the Doctor. They looked tired and drawn.
'What happened?' asked Zoe, eagerly running to meet them.
Jamie put his arm round her shoulder. 'Some auld friends of ours are back,' he murmured.
Slightly miffed by Turner's attentions to Isobel, Zoe put her arm affectionately round Jamie's waist. 'Oh, really?' she grinned.
'Who?'
'The Cybermen.'
Zoe looked appalled.
'I'm afraid there's no doubt about it,' the Doctor confirmed gloomily. 'I suspected as much some time ago, but I didn't want to cause unnecessary alarm, my dear.'
'What on earth are Cybermen?' demanded Isobel.
'Cybermen are inhuman killers from another galaxy,' the Doctor informed her gravely, sipping some leftover cold tea with a preoccupied air.
Captain Turner floundered out of his depth. 'You mean they're... well, they're from another world, Doctor?'
'That must have been their spacecraft on the other side of the Moon,' Zoe confided to Jamie.
Isobel giggled nervously. 'What exactly are they? Little green men?'
Only Turner smiled with her.
'I'm serious,' Zoe protested. 'We've met them before. They're fiendish, sadistic monsters.'
'Well... where exactly are they now?' Turner demanded, realising that the three intrepid strangers were in deadly earnest.
'They are being stockpiled at Vaughn's London headquarters,'
replied the Doctor. 'There could be thousands of them.' He sat down, shaking his head.
'So Vaughn must be working with the Cyber Leaders...' Zoe concluded almost inaudibly.
The Doctor sighed and nibbled at a curled up sandwich. 'That deep-space communications installation Jamie and I spotted is no doubt being used to guide and communicate with a Cyber Fleet,' he told them.
Turner whistled. 'So that's what all those UFO things were...
But there's been hundreds of sightings!' he breathed.
Isobel looked shocked. She turned to the Doctor anxiously.
'How do you think my uncle is involved in all this?' she asked.
'I don't know yet, my dear,' said the Doctor gently. He turned sharply to the Captain and asked him where the Brigadier was.
Turner told him. 'I'd better get onto him immediately at the MOD and give him your news,' he added breathlessly.
The Doctor held up a restraining hand. 'Wait a moment, Captain. I believe that your people discovered that visitors to Vaughn's headquarters seemed somehow different afterwards?'
'You think the Cybermen are controlling them?' suggested Zoe.
'Controlling them?' Turned echoed uneasily.
Zoe explained that the Cybermen were able to exert control over human minds but that the victims could appear to be almost normal.
'Who is the Brigadier immediately responsible to?' the Doctor inquired urgently.
'To Major-General Routledge, Doctor. He's with him now.'
The Doctor sprang to his feet as if galvanised into activity.
'Contact the Brigadier at once!' he cried. 'We must warn him!'
The Brigadier was pacing angrily round and round Routledge's dark and musty office, slapping his brown leather gloves against his leg, his eyes flashing with indignation.
'No cause for alarm!' he shouted scornfully. 'Billy, do you realise that they
'So what do you think will happen now?' asked Zoe.
'Well, it's not really a UNIT matter now,' Turner explained, 'so we'll probably hand it all over to the police.'
Isobel looked disappointed. 'Pity, I could've got some great pictures and made a bomb selling them to Fleet Street,' she brooded.
Turner shot her a flirtatious glance. 'Perhaps you'd allow me to make up for it by buying you dinner,' he suggested gallantly, eyeing Isobel's long shapely legs appreciatively.
Isobel looked delighted. 'Why not? Are you stinking rich or something?' she teased.
Turner laughed. 'Not on a Captain's pay, I'm not, but money isn't everything you know.'
Isobel considered his dark, handsome features. 'No, perhaps it isn't,' she agreed.
At that moment the door opened and Sergeant Walters brought in Jamie and the Doctor. They looked tired and drawn.
'What happened?' asked Zoe, eagerly running to meet them.
Jamie put his arm round her shoulder. 'Some auld friends of ours are back,' he murmured.
Slightly miffed by Turner's attentions to Isobel, Zoe put her arm affectionately round Jamie's waist. 'Oh, really?' she grinned.
'Who?'
'The Cybermen.'
Zoe looked appalled.
'I'm afraid there's no doubt about it,' the Doctor confirmed gloomily. 'I suspected as much some time ago, but I didn't want to cause unnecessary alarm, my dear.'
'What on earth are Cybermen?' demanded Isobel.
'Cybermen are inhuman killers from another galaxy,' the Doctor informed her gravely, sipping some leftover cold tea with a preoccupied air.
Captain Turner floundered out of his depth. 'You mean they're... well, they're from another world, Doctor?'
'That must have been their spacecraft on the other side of the Moon,' Zoe confided to Jamie.
Isobel giggled nervously. 'What exactly are they? Little green men?'
Only Turner smiled with her.
'I'm serious,' Zoe protested. 'We've met them before. They're fiendish, sadistic monsters.'
'Well... where exactly are they now?' Turner demanded, realising that the three intrepid strangers were in deadly earnest.
'They are being stockpiled at Vaughn's London headquarters,'
replied the Doctor. 'There could be thousands of them.' He sat down, shaking his head.
'So Vaughn must be working with the Cyber Leaders...' Zoe concluded almost inaudibly.
The Doctor sighed and nibbled at a curled up sandwich. 'That deep-space communications installation Jamie and I spotted is no doubt being used to guide and communicate with a Cyber Fleet,' he told them.
Turner whistled. 'So that's what all those UFO things were...
But there's been hundreds of sightings!' he breathed.
Isobel looked shocked. She turned to the Doctor anxiously.
'How do you think my uncle is involved in all this?' she asked.
'I don't know yet, my dear,' said the Doctor gently. He turned sharply to the Captain and asked him where the Brigadier was.
Turner told him. 'I'd better get onto him immediately at the MOD and give him your news,' he added breathlessly.
The Doctor held up a restraining hand. 'Wait a moment, Captain. I believe that your people discovered that visitors to Vaughn's headquarters seemed somehow different afterwards?'
'You think the Cybermen are controlling them?' suggested Zoe.
'Controlling them?' Turned echoed uneasily.
Zoe explained that the Cybermen were able to exert control over human minds but that the victims could appear to be almost normal.
'Who is the Brigadier immediately responsible to?' the Doctor inquired urgently.
'To Major-General Routledge, Doctor. He's with him now.'
The Doctor sprang to his feet as if galvanised into activity.
'Contact the Brigadier at once!' he cried. 'We must warn him!'
The Brigadier was pacing angrily round and round Routledge's dark and musty office, slapping his brown leather gloves against his leg, his eyes flashing with indignation.
'No cause for alarm!' he shouted scornfully. 'Billy, do you realise that they
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