gallifreysconsultinghunter

gallifreysconsultinghunter

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Come in.” A woman in black leather boots put down her book as she pulled her feet off the dark wooden table.

The man who entered was quickly analyzed. He looked average enough, but walked with a sense of pride that was almost toxic. So governmental then. Probably Prydon and there on some “Fate of Gallifrey” business.

“Can I help you, sir?” She pulled over a pen and paper, not quite ready to let him know who she really was.

“I’m looking for the Hunter.” Blunt. Definitely Prydon.

“Well, sir, I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

A cloth bag jingled as it was dropped onto the desk. “I think you can.”

She pulled the bag toward her, dropping it into a drawer without taking her eyes off of the visitor. “The Hunter is busy now. I can get a message-“

“No, I must talk to him directly.”

Time Lords. She resisted rolling her eyes and sat forward. “You are.”

Normally, she would have enjoyed the look of shock on his face, but this face was new and she was hoping to have a secret identity for a bit. Not to mention that this had gotten old. Yes, the current regeneration of the Hunter was female. Yes, it had not been previously. No, it did not affect the ability to hunt.

“Who can I find for you?”

“I’m looking for the Doctor. I trust you know him?”

“We’ve met.” A smile played across her lips.

“You’ll have no trouble finding him?”

“For this price, it would be my pleasure.”

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