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As the Vogans tightened their fingers on the triggers Alf’s training took over. She moved forward and threw her right leg up. The gun flew out of the younger Vogan’s hand, but before he could even think of responding, Alf had spun around and slammed her elbow into his windpipe. The Vogan fell to the floor, struggling to breathe. Nick stood there for seconds, surprised as the Vogans by Alf’s turn of speed. The viciousness of her attack shocked him somewhat, although he had no idea why it should have. She had been through a lot in the past few months. As the gun clattered to the floor Nick made his own move. He went for the second Vogan. Nick grabbed the Vogan’s gun arm, trying to force the Vogan to drop the weapon. The Vogan was bigger and stronger. He twisted and Nick fell to the floor. The gun was raised again, the barrel pointing directly at Nick’s head. ‘Aliens cannot be allowed to see Voga and live.’ Nick squeezed his eyes shut and heard a weapon go off. He flinched, expecting pain to follow, but none came. Only a high pitched scream followed by a familiar voice. ‘Shame, then, ain’t it?’ Nick opened his eyes to see the tall Vogan holding the bloody stump of his arm, face contorted in pain. Nick glanced around the floor and came across the scarred remains of the Vogan’s hand, the gun sizzling next to it. He looked up at Alf who held the younger Vogan’s gun. It was pointing at the older Vogan. She smiled grimly, then looked back at the Vogan. ‘Sorry about your friend, but as they say, survival of the fittest.’ The older Vogan looked down at his dead comrade. His face scrunched in anger. ‘The Gods will make you pay for this!’ Nick got to his feet and was about to dust himself but decided against it. What was the point? He smiled at Alf. ‘Thanks.’ Turning to the Vogan he said; ‘That was not the way to treat your visitors. We don’t want to be here, pal.’ ‘Come on, let’s get out of here, Nick.’ ‘No!’ the Vogan screamed. ‘You cannot be allowed to leave Voga. Others will come. We cannot allow that!’ Alf stepped forward and shoved the gun into the Vogan’s throat. ‘Right, and you’re going to be able to stop us? Dream on.’ She looked at Nick. ‘Let’s go.’ Nick began to walk out of the room. Without any notification, Alf spun around and coshed the Vogan on the back of his head with the butt of the gun. The Vogan fell to the floor, unconscious. Nick glanced back. ‘What was the point of that? He was wounded.’ Alf walked up to Nick and pushed passed him. ‘True, but we need time to find the Doctor. A conscious Vogan could raise an alarm. Close the door behind you.’ Nick looked down at the two Vogans and shook his head. ’I could murder a coffee,’ he muttered wistfully and closed the door.
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