"Amanda?" Lee asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Did you hear something?"

"Other than you snoring?" Amanda teased gently. They had finally gotten away for a weekend. No Agency, no family, and more importantly no Russians.

"Amanda," Lee said seriously. Amanda smiled and calmed herself. She could hear faint noises and what sounded like people talking.

"Lee, I hear nature's night life and some people outside..." Amanda trailed off as the voices became louder. She and Lee looked at each other and reached for the nearest weapons. The knock on their door startled them. Whoever these intruders were, they were at least polite and knocked instead of barging in and making their demands. Lee and Amanda took up opposite sides of the door. Amanda tightened her grip on the table lamp, ready to bean the intruders if they tried to do anything. Lee jerked the door to their cabin open.

"Hello. I was wondering if you could help my companion and me?" the man said cheerfully. He stood at about five feet and ten inches tall and carried a black umbrella with a red question mark handle. His clothes were quite the fashion statement; consisting of a white shirt with a paisley carvat knotted like a tie, a green and yellow pullover sweater with red question marks, checkered pants, a light beige jacket and a beige Panama hat. His companion was wearing a black leather jacket that seemed to be covered in badges and buttons. Underneath the jacket was a white t-shirt. She also wore shorts and a pair of leggings, both black.

The man and his companion walked in without waiting for either Lee or Amanda to answer. Lee looked at Amanda in disbelief at the way their 'guests' were acting.

"Who are you?" Amanda asked finally, breaking her silent conversation with Lee.

"I am the Doctor and this is my friend, Ace, an expert in calorification, incineration, carbonization, and inflammation."

"What?" Lee and Amanda asked simultaneously.

"I have fun with unstable forms of nitrogen and contain it in modified aerosol cans..." Ace explained casually. Amanda's eyes got big at the teenager's simple response. She couldn't believe the deadpan look that Ace had when she said it, not even the toughest KGB agents could deliver the same dialogue and keep a straight face.

"Ace, we are not here to talk about your misguided adventures in chemistry," the Doctor warned.

"What are you here for?" Lee asked wanting to get these people out of the cabin so he could finish the romantic weekend he had started with his wife.

"Have you ever heard of a KGB operative that goes by the name of Dominus?"

"What do you know about him?" Lee asked quickly. Amanda and Lee had been tracking the movements of this new 'super' agent that was only known by the Latin word for master for several months.

"Only that if we don't halt his operations on Earth the rest of the Universe might as well go to hell in a hand basket," the Doctor replied, thinking about the future of one of his favorite planets, one with Daleks, Sontarans, and Cybermen running around free.

Dr Smyth walked into the busy Agency bullpen with a purposeful stride. Yesterday, he had just been the head of the Agency, but today he was about to become a high ranking official in the new world order. By the end of the week he would finally be rid of that medlesome Scarecrow and his little housewife, too. He was followed by five gigantic, metalic grey salt or pepper shakers that had a plunger and a laser gun for arms and a larger stalk that looked to be an opitical sensor.

"Listen up people," Billy started to give the staff a breifing on the situation brewing in Europe when Dr Smyth interrupts him.

"Melrose, the European situation is being handled. I need your staff to all work on Operation Raid. They will be working with the latest Artificial Intelligence Units provided for us by the Pentagon." Dr Symth indecated the menacing 'robots' behind him.

The Emperror Dalek watched as their human ally decieved his fellow people. It was a pity that the human would not live long enough to see the Dalek Emipre in all it's glory as Davros' vision was finally acheived.

"The landing units are ready for departure, Leader," the head military Dalek said.

"Where is the DOK-TOR?"

"Scouts have located the DOK-TOR. He will be EX-TER-MI-NA-TED!"

Through out the ship the grating computer voices of the Daleks combined, echoing their final orders as the invading troops launched to begin the Master Plan.

"EX-TER-MI-NATE! EX-TER-MI-NATE! EX-TER-MI-NATE! EX-TER-MI-NATE!"

{Just when you think it's safe to hide upstairs, the Daleks learn to hover}