You’re doing the right thing. Martha thought to herself as she let the TARDIS door close behind her. Do it for your family, do it for yourself. her thoughts continued to spiral around in her head. This is the right choice. She saw her family, looking hopefully through the window at the possibility of her staying. Walking through the door and into the arms of her mother, she heard that bittersweet sound of the dematerialising TARDIS carrying the lonely man once more. Carrying away the life she had, taking away possibilities of what could have been. Martha had never seen her family so relieved, but still carrying haunted faces. Haunted by the things they’d seen, the Year That Never Was. The year they will never forget.
Martha lay awake. It was still early evening but she had nothing else to do. She didn’t want anything else. All she wanted was to lie there, in her bed. She hasn’t slept in a bed in such a long time. But when she had, she was sharing with other people. In the cold. Crowded. Full of people, but now, she was alone. This, this was her bed. She hadn’t felt this warm and comfortable in a long time. A very long time. Over a year she thought to herself. She tried to laugh, but couldn’t. Too soon.
She heard her mother coming up the stairs. She glanced at her clock. 10pm. She didn’t realise how late it had got. Time was on her side once. When she travelled through it like it was hers. Hers to do with as she pleased. Now it felt like it was against her. That year of hell. Now it felt as though it was speeding up. Jumping and skipping parts of the day. Parts of herday. Her life. Francine sat back in her bed. She gazed at the wal contemplatively. Thinking of everything that happened. Everything that didn’t happen. She started shaking again. A tear flooded her eye before rolling down her face. She heard the floor creaking outside her room and quickly wiped her eyes on her sleeve. Someone knocked on her door.
“Yes, come in.” she called out. Martha slowly stepped in. Francine sat up more and gestured for her to sit down.
“Are you alright mum?” Martha asked, already knowing the real answer.
“Yes,” Francine replied. Martha gave her a look. The look that says she knows she isn’t telling the truth. “You don’t need to worry about me”.
“I heard you, you sounded unsettled.”
“I am,” she mumbled. “We all are.”
“I’m sorry,” whispered Martha.
“It’s not your fault Martha, I don’t want you blaming yourself. None of this is your fault. It’s his.” her voice sounded angrier. Martha hadn’t heard her mum sound angry before. Not like this. “That man drove me and pushed me so far that I picked up a gun. Me! Point a gun at someone.” Francine started trembling again. Her eyes streaming like a river.
“It’s okay, mum.” Martha tried comforting her, “you didn’t pull the trigger and you know why?” Francine looked up slightly. “Because you are not him. You are nothing like him. That’s what matters.” Francine reached out for Martha and embraced her. They sat silently.
Moments passed. Martha pulled away and smiled at her.
“Go on,” Francine said smiling back slightly, the unspoken thank you present in her warm expression. “Off to bed.”
“Goodnight mum,” Martha said as she left the room. She wandered back to her room and climbed into bed. She lay there again. Staring into space. She heard her mother turning over time and time again. Restless. Anxious. She listened out for Tish. She could hear the sound of keys being pressed on her laptop. She couldn’t sleep either. She continued to lie there, hours had passed. 3 AM. Martha’s eyes finally flickered shut.
Her eyes shot open. Breathing heavily. She looked at her clock. 8 AM. Time to move on. she told herself. Normal life. She forgot what it was like. Travelling with The Doctor changed her, for good. She felt stronger, more capable of achieving her dreams but there were bad changes. She didn’t feel normal, she felt distant. Distant from her family, distant from her life, distant from herself. She felt alone. She decided she must act normal and adjust back to her reality. She got up and got herself ready.
The day passed in a blink of an eye and yet it felt like a lifetime. "Is this what life is like now?” Martha asked herself. “Day in day out, time passing by without warning.”
The nights were even worse than the days. Hours of lying there awake, waiting for sleep to take over. By the time sleep eventually took over, Martha felt sick. Sick from everything she thought about. Saxon, the Year That Never Was, the pain and torment her family went through. Every night was the same. After four days they still couldn’t sleep. Tish busied herself online every night. Francine tossed and turned until picking up a book to occupy her mind. Martha just lay there. Listening to them. She didn’t know whether Leo could sleep at night. After all he doesn’t remember. He wasn’t at ‘the eye of the storm’ as the Doctor said. But it could play on his mind, subconsciously. They couldn’t tell him. Imagine trying to tell someone his family was enslaved for an entire year and he forgot. No, they decided to let him live freely. Without the chains the rest of them carry. The chains of Mr. Saxon. As for Clive, he rang up every day. His voice sounding shaky but easing up slightly every day.
Martha woke up. Feeling drained like it was the end of the day not the beginning. After waiting for the clock to move to 8:20 before she got up. When she got downstairs Francine was at the table. She looked like she was making a list. Her hand was shaking slightly.
“Mum?” Martha called out, noticing the way Francine startled at her voice. Her eyes were wide and wild. She was terrified. She started whimpering apologies and facing the floor, unshed tears brimming in her eyes.
“Mum, it’s okay!” Martha assured her, darting over and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Francine’s breathing quickened, becoming more ragged. Panic attack. “Mum, deep breaths. Mum, mum! Just...just copy me, okay?”
Martha inhaled and exhaled slowly, demonstrating for her mother. Francine merely watched her with wild eyes at first, but she soon started to follow the procedure. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Eventually, she calmed down enough to look up at Martha with a sheepish expression. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t know what came over me.”
Martha merely nodded, the ghostly expression that haunted both of their features more than enough to confirm the lie, but there was no point in dwelling over it. She had left the TARDIS to help them and she intended to follow through with that promise. Her mum needed shopping. Martha told Francine she’d go, Francine was still shook up after the torment she was put through. All thanks to Mr. Saxon.
Martha decided to walk to the shop, clear her head. She was thinking about Saxon, again, what he did to them. Her family, The Doctor, the entire planet. All she could seem to ask herself was: why? Why them? Why her? Why me? They didn’t- she stopped and thought:
The Doctor taught me useful things but there’s one thing that I taught myself. I know when I’m being followed. She looked around. That car was definitely following her. She carried on, acting normal. It’s probably nothing, she told herself. Just paranoia. Even she could hear the flimsiness in her tone.
Inside the shop she took out the crumpled paper her mother gave her. The writing was barely readable. Rushed, hurried scribbles. Francine had hardly gained strength back to even write let alone go shopping. It’s a good job I came instead, Martha thought sorrowfully.
Bread, milk, sugar… the list went on, like her life.
Arriving home, she made a cup of tea. She almost forgot how much she liked it. Almost. That’s when she noticed it. That car. That same car again. Who was it? Whatwas it could be an option after all the things she had seen. “That life is gone. In the past. Leave it there”.
The car stayed for the duration of her tea and that’s when she decided enough is enough. She grabbed her coat, wrapped her neck in that scarf Tish got for her last Christmas, and left the house. Approaching the car, she could start making out what the people in the car looked like. Definitely people. That’s a relief. Two of them. Man and women. They both looked as though they were wearing a military uniform.That can’t be right, she thought. The women noticed Martha approaching. In a split second, without hesitation the car sped away. Without a trace.
Martha made plans to meet Tish for an evening meal, somewhere nice. Somewhere other than home. Francine didn’t feel up to it. She stayed home and told Martha she was having an early night. Martha knew she wouldn’t. They arrived in the restaurant. Classy, but reasonably priced. The ambiance gave it away. Soft, classical music filtered through the speakers, mixing with the sounds of metal clinking together and people conversing quietly. The food was rich, Martha almost dared to say it was exquisite, but she hadn’t eaten anything of this calibre for over a year. Martha looked around. She felt on edge. She felt like everyone was judging her, watching her. It was like they knew what happened. They didn’t of course, just paranoia playing up again. She couldn’t help but think what might’ve happened to them during that year. She looked at a young couple. “Part of a slave force” she thought to herself. Leo was part of a slave force in the north. Tom Milligan found him for her, checked if he was alright. Alive. He said Leo had to change his name, he couldn’t risk being caught. Martha glanced at Tish, who was leaning forward over the table slightly. Tish’s eyes darted everywhere. Everyone that walked by, her eyes followed. Martha could see she also felt uneasy. Martha looked around again. She looked at what people were wearing. Men and women were dressed up in evening wear, but nothing too fancy. She looked at what they were wearing, they actually fit in.
For the first time in a while she felt normal. She relaxed slightly. When their food arrived Martha thought she needed to break this awful silence, they are sisters after all. “I’m going back to train as a doctor,” Martha said to Tish “That’s brilliant news,” Tish responded. “Focus on the future, we all need to, especially mum!” “You can say that again,” Martha laughed. “Have you got anything lined up that doesn’t involve your boss being vain or an alien?” “Professor Lazarus was a scientist.” “Still vain though,” Martha scoffed, “issues with growing old”. “Don’t we all?” “Even so, The Doctor said his funding came from Harold Saxon.” “Stop!” Tish suddenly raised her voice slightly. “Let’s just not speak about either of them… not yet, not now”. “Okay,” agreed Martha. “The future.” Martha raised her glass. Tish mirrored her. “The future.”
When they arrived home they both went straight to bed. But they both knew that night would be the same as any other night.
Martha lay awake, it was morning, again. She got up, got dressed and sat down at the table. “No more wasting time” she told herself as she began making plans to return to medicine. She heard a buzzing. Realising it was her phone, she got up and grabbed it off the side cabinet.
Number unknown. She slipped it in her pocket and ignored it. If they needed her they’d call back. It began again. The buzzing in her pocket continued. She whipped it out and checked it. Number unknown. She hesitated then thought “why not?”
“Miss Jones?” the unknown caller said. The voice was female, and it sounded stern. A sense of authority about her.
“Who’s asking?” answered Martha.
“I am a friend, of sorts, of a man you travelled with.”
“I’m sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong number,” Martha said worried.
“Martha Jones, daughter of Francine and Clive Jones?” the voice responded.
“How do you know about my family and how do know who I am?”
“We’ve been informed by an impeccable source that you are a highly skilled medic with knowledge of extraterrestrial life.”
Silence surrounded Martha.
“Why should I trust you?”
“The man you travelled, the Doctor?” the voice replied.
“What about him?”
“He was the one who informed us of your incredible knowledge and skills.”
“Prove it,” Martha said sternly.
“The Doctor informed us that you have experienced unbelievable suffering during a forgotten year, Miss Jones,” The voice continued “He also told us to tell you that you travelled the world to save him. From the ruins of New York to China and across Europe spreading the word.”
Martha’s eyes began to tear up. She felt sorrowful thinking of The Doctor. Feeling as though she’d lost him. In some ways, she had.
“He also told us that he never said it enough, but he wanted to say thank you. You were brilliant. And he doesn’t want you to change who are you, no matter what.”
The tears rolled down Martha’s face. She felt the loss all over again. But this time she felt something else. She felt a little relaxed. She felt a little stronger again. More capable.
“Who are you?” Martha asked whilst wiping her eyes, her voice sounding faint.
“I am Captain Magambo, representing the Unified Intelligence Taskforce, also known as UNIT” Magambo replied.
“I’ve heard of UNIT, during that year I met one of your people. An Erik Calvin. I think he said he was a Brigadier.”
“The Doctor may have mentioned us; he was an… employee of sorts.”
“Why did you phone me?” Martha quizzed.
“We have a position and would like you to come for an assessment.”
“An assessment?” asked Martha.
“More like gathering information, for the sake of formality,” the voice replied.
“What sort of information?”
“General information, your medical training and your knowledge about extraterrestrial life,” The voice continued “We would like you to come tomorrow morning at nine, is that convenient for you?”
“Sure,” Martha answered. “Where do I need to be?”
“We will arrange a car to pick you up at 9 AM sharp. They’ll pick you up outside the church. Goodbye Miss Jones.”
Silence. Martha was confused. She’s heard the Doctor talk about UNIT. From what she can remember they are an organisation protecting the Earth when he wasn’t around. What on Earth do they want with me?She thought. Should I tell mum? No, The Doctor said they are very secret. Tell no-one.
That evening Martha sat down with Francine. They watched the news. Martha used to just listen to it as background noise so her little flat didn’t feel so empty, but now she hung onto every word spoken, listening intently. Meanwhile, Francine was going on about her day “I saw Karen earlier. She said the hospital is looking for staff”.
“Which hospital?” asked Martha.
“No way!” Martha felt as if her entire life flashed by in the blink of an eye. “I need a clean slate. Somewhere new.”
They sat in silence. Moments passed.
“I have an interview tomorrow.” Martha informed Francine.
“Why didn’t you tell me? That’s great news! Where’s it for?” Francine asked in a rapid fire manner, perking up at the news. It was good to see her happy. It made Martha happy.
Martha hesitated nevertheless. She did not think this through. “It’s a new unitat the clinic in town.”
Francine’s lip curled, a glimmer of her old middle-class mind-set leaking through. “It’s a start, I suppose.”
“Yeah, I just need to get back into things.”
Martha hated lying to her mum. But she couldn’t tell the truth… not yet anyway. Not before she got the job.
10 pm. Martha’s heart was beating a little faster than normal. The palms of her hands were sweaty. She hadn’t felt this nervous since starting at the hospital. “Calm down, Martha,” she told herself. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing through her mind. What do they want me for? She tried taking her mind off UNIT. “Wonder where he is now?” she thought. “Saving worlds and civilizations. I miss it so much. But I had to. I had to save myself!”
11 pm. Her eyes gave up on her. Her brain overloaded with “what if’s?” and “could have been’s.” She was now lost in sleep.
Her heart was racing, running out of breath. She was running. Running as fast as she could. Her foot got caught, she fell to the ground, her hands grazed and sore. She got herself up. Then she heard it. She slowly turned around to see it. Face to face with the angel. “Don’t blink!” The Doctor shouted as he ran up the side street towards Martha. She couldn’t help it, there was something in her eye from the fall. Gravel, dirt, stone, she didn’t know. She had to blink. She felt the touch of the cold stone hand. Dizziness and sickness overcome her, and suddenly… there he was. She was there knelt before him again. The Master. Screwdriver poised. Aiming it towards her. A beam of light began to disperse from the end. “MARTHA!” … “MARTHA!” The Doctor was shouting for her.
Her eyes shot open. She looked around her room. Nothing. Normal. She checked the time. Six-forty-seven AM. Thirteen minutes. She lay there for thirteen minutes until her alarm told her to get up at Seven. Thirteen minutes felt like hours. “One of them days” she thought, catching herself when she realised she had acquired a more relaxed vocabulary. She got readywith plenty of time to spare. Eight AM. Martha sat waiting at the table and saw Tish walk through to the kitchen.
“Mum said you’ve got an interview today,” said Tish.
“Yeah,” nodded Martha.
“Thanks,” Martha replied. “I’ll need it.” she whispered.
Eight-Thirty AM. “I’m going now, see you later.” Martha said to anyone who was listening.
“See you later sweetheart, tell me all about it when you get home.” Francine called from upstairs.
“Bye!” Tish replied.
Martha pulled the door closed behind her. The air felt cooler, for a midsummer’s morning. Martha walked to the church. She took her time, she had it spare after all. She realised she noticed and appreciated everything more. The small things she once took for granted. The light breeze blowing through the leaves, making them flicker. People walking past her talking on their phones to their loved ones. Martha smiled. They sounded happy. She felt warm inside, a nice feeling. She hadn’t felt like this in a long time.
Martha arrived outside the church. That warm feeling turned to dread. She stood wondering if she was doing the right thing. Minutes passed. Nine AM. Martha saw a black car driving towards the church. The black car from yesterday. It was them. The dread turned to fear. The deepest black she had ever seen. The car was shining, glinting in the sunlight as it pulled up. The back passenger door stopped right in front of her. She could see her reflection perfectly in the door. The passenger window began to open.
“Miss Jones?” a man said from inside the car.
“Yeah, it’s me,” she replied.
“Please, get in.”
Francine slouched in her chair. Her posture was not how it used to be. “Get yourself ready” she mentally chided herself. “Get yourself back to normal!”
She glanced over her cosmetics, her favourite make-up. Nothing too glamorous, nothing special, but to her it meant everything to complete such a mundane task. To be familiar with her surroundings. She was looking forward to applying her make up again. That familiarity of normal life. She picked up her applier and dabbed it in her make-up.
As she raised it to her face she froze. Memories flooded her mind. The memories felt like terrifying nightmares. But they weren’t nightmares… they happened. The way she was tortured for helping and protecting her daughter… that really happened. She held a gun and pointed it at a living being. She’s forced to lie to her son every time he visits or calls her because he was lucky. He didn’t have to remember that awful year. Her hand began to shake uncontrollably. The applier fell to the dressing table, shaking off make-up powder as it hit the surface. Francine looked at herself in the mirror. “What’s happened to me?” she asked herself, she hardly recognised herself. She packed away her make-up and shoved it in the drawer. “Not today” she thought. “I can’t!”
The seats were coated in black leather. Martha felt on edge in the car, she could feel herself shaking, stomach turning. She didn’t know how long she had been in the car. Ten, maybe twenty, minutes.
“We’ll arrive at the destination shortly Miss Jones” the driver said. Martha nodded silently. “It’s okay to be nervous,” he continued, “you’ll be alright, trust me.”
The car slowed down, Martha looked out of the window. They were at some sort of gate. The barrier lifted and the car continued. “Miss Jones,” the driver looked at her through the mirror. “We’ve arrived.”
They pulled up outside the UNIT base. Magambo was standing outside accompanied by a soldier. Martha recognised him, she knew him. Erik Calvin. She felt a little more relaxed. A familiar face. He reached out and opened the car door for her. She climbed out the car and accompanied Magambo. The car drove away. “No turning back now” Martha thought.
“Thank you for coming Miss Jones, shall we?” Magambo gestured for Erik to lead them inside.
Erik walked them down a corridor. Martha glanced around, studying her surroundings. The only way she could describe this place was it was like a warehouse. Cold, concrete, condemned. Erik stopped outside a room labelled Meeting Room 1. “Thank you Brigadier Calvin,” Magambo gave him a look. He saluted back at her. As Martha walked into the meeting room she glanced to the side and saw Erik enter the room next to them.
The meeting room was slightly different to the corridor. Firstly, it was small, very small. The walls were the same, blank, simple. However, one wall had a mirror in it. A two-way mirror with Erik Calvin on the other side. The floor was carpeted, a dark grey. “Please sit down Miss Jones,” Magambo said as comfortingly as she could. They both sat down at a small table and chairs. The chairs were cushioned with material coating them. “I apologise Miss Jones for all the secrecy but we are a secret government organisation, do you understand this?” Magambo began.
“Yes… I think so,” Martha stuttered.
“The position in question is medical officer and extraterrestrial expert. You are the strongest candidate we have ever considered for this role. Your medical training and travels with the Doctor make you suitable for the role,” Magambo paused, noticing Martha’s eyes narrowing. “Miss Jones?”
“Why did you follow me?” Martha asked sternly.
“I’m sorry?” Magambo replied with a hint of confusion.
“The other day, a black car identical to the one I was picked up, followed me to the shops and parked outside my house!” Martha said slightly raged.
“I’m sorry about that Miss Jones.” Magambo continued, “We needed to be sure we had the right person before making contact. We are sorry about any distress caused.” Martha nodded back. “I am going to ask you a few questions, these will be to confirm the information we have on you and to gather more. How far did you get into your medical studies before you started travelling with The Doctor?” Magambo asked with a smile.
“I was about to sit my exams to become a doctor,” Martha replied. “I sat them once already but needed to retake them.”
Magambo looked at her and smiled again. Martha smiled back awkwardly.
“Next question. Have you encountered more than one species of alien?”
“Yes,” Martha laughed. She realised Magambo was still serious looking. She coughed to hide her laugh. “Can you tell us about some of them, like when and where you encountered them?” Magambo asked.
“Well there was this witch-like species called... called Carrionites. They were in Shakespearean London.” Martha replied. Magambo nodded to encourage her to continue. “Daleks...”
“Where were they?”
“Manhattan in the 1930s.”
“There’s a large influx of paradoxical energy surrounding that area,” Magambo mused.
There was a pause. Martha continued. “Weeping Angels, living statues that moved when you weren’t looking! They were here, sent us to 1969. And then...then there was The Master, we- “
“That’s enough, Miss Jones,” interrupted Magambo. Martha nodded back.
“I can see you’ve had a vast experience with extraterrestrial life and if I don’t say so myself, it’s quite impressive knowledge.” Magambo complemented Martha. “The job would require you to treat injured soldiers as well as taking orders in combat. You would also have to help us with extraterrestrial encounters of all kinds.” Magambo explained. “We would like you take this position, Miss Jones.” Martha looked back in amazement.
“Is it dangerous?” Martha asked.
“At times, it can be. Similar to your travels with The Doctor. Times were more difficult than others I presume.” Magambo replied. Martha nodded in agreement. Magambo continued, “But here you are, still around your family. Of course there’s physical requirements to the job, but since you travelled with The Doctor and still alive… you’ll be fine.”
Martha smiled slightly.
“Well… do you accept Miss Jones?”
“Yes.” Martha nodded excitedly.
“Welcome to UNIT Miss Jones.” Magambo reached out her hand.
Martha took her hand and shook it firmly. “Thank you Captain Magambo.”
“Let me take you on a tour around the base, the main facilities. Erik?” She looked towards the two-way mirror.
The left the room and met Erik in the corridor. “Brigadier Calvin, meet our new recruit. Miss Jones met you in the forgotten year, we had a meeting about it last week.”
“Of course, pleasure to meet you Miss Jones. I’m sorry about forgetting our previous encounter.” Erik jokingly said.
“It’s fine!” Martha replied. “You couldn’t help forgetting.”
“Let’s show Miss Jones the training facility first.” Magambo said.
Erik nodded “This way please.”
They walked into a large room elongated room. “This is our shooting range. You will be taught how to fire different guns here and learn to aim- “
“NO!” Martha stopped Magambo mid-sentence.
“I’m sorry?” Magambo said curiously.
“No guns,” stated Martha. Magambo looked astounded. “I will accept your position as long as there are no guns. I refuse to use a gun, Captain Magambo” Martha said sternly.
“Are you certain?” Magambo asked.
“As you wish. Let’s take her to the labs.” Magambo insisted.
They walked through more corridors passing fully equipped soldiers on the way. Erik opened the double doors at the end of the corridor. “These are the labs,” he beamed. “Part of your work will be based in here.”
Martha gasped in amazement. She hadn’t seen anything like this before. All her years training in medical labs, this was on a whole different level. This was science, through and through. The main wall was holding a UNIT emblem made of glass, which almost filled it. Each work desk featured something different. It looked like something from the future. She’d know after all. The first had a scientist hunched over, studying vibrant liquids in test tubes. There must’ve been dozens of test tubes, conical flask and beakers, all being monitored. Another desk had different things being heated over Bunsen burners, which also looked very futuristic. The work desk at the end featured six big computers. She caught a glimpse of one of the screens, the UNIT emblem swivelled around. She looked at the scientists, they all looked so… intelligent! All of them wore pristine white lab coats over smart casual clothes. Not a uniform as such, but smart looking.
None of them looked up when they entered, except one. Martha had seen him. He Looked up from his computer. He scratched his head with a confused look on his face. Glasses, knitted sweater, fingerless gloves. “Proper scientist” Martha thought laughing to herself. He stood up, nearly knocking over his chair, and walked over to Magambo in a hurried and nervous manor.
“This is Professor Malcolm Taylor, one of our top scientific advisors.” Magambo said proudly.
“Pleasure to meet you Miss… err… Miss...?” Malcolm asked.
“Jones. Martha Jones.” Martha elaborated, shaking his hand.
“I look forward to working with you, Miss Jones.” His computer started to make an alarming noise behind him. “Excuse me… must be getting back to that.” He said in a panic.
“Through here is where you’ll be based Miss Jones,” Erik said from the other side of the lab, gesturing towards a doorway. Martha and Magambo strode over to him in confidence. Martha felt good here. She felt confident. She felt herself.
The room was a medical office, full of equipment, computers, cabinets. The office was very spacious. Lots of room. “Is there any other medical staff?” Martha asked.
“There’s one other.” Magambo replied. “She’ll be starting in a few weeks as your trainee.”
“My what?” Martha asked in shock.
“Your trainee… you will be our lead medical advisor after all.” Magambo informed Martha.
“You are kidding me!” Martha gasped.
“I do not ‘kid’, Agent Jones.” Magambo said seriously.
“Right, sorry.” Martha mumbled sheepishly.
“Your training regime will start on Monday. The training regime is a strict programme that must be followed, is that clear Miss Jones?”
“Yes. Understood.” Martha confirmed.
“Also, we will put you through our programme to carry on your medical training and you will become a doctor by the end of it.” Magambo informed Martha.
“Really?” Martha asked.
“Thank you!” Martha said excitedly.
“That concludes our tour, Agent Jones. Thank you for accepting the position. We’ll see you on Monday. We’ll give the direction of how to get here on your journey home.” Magambo smiled.
“Thank you.” Martha said gleefully.
“Miss Jones, your car is waiting for you outside.” Erik said after a small phone call.
“If you have any questions when arrive home, Miss Jones, here’s my contact details,” Magambo said handing a card to Martha.
“Will do,” Martha relied thankfully.
She got into the car again. Erik passed her an envelope with the directions and important information inside. “Thanks Erik.”