EP.

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He opens the door, and as it closes behind him he takes a few moments before he realises that he is not in his office as he should be. He is immaculately dressed in an almost-army uniform.

He surveys the bar-room, an eyebrow cocked in mild confusion. He spins on his heel and pulls at the the handle of the door. It fails to open under his hand. He takes a deep calming breath and turns back to face the room.

Now if only he could work out where the devil he was.

Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart heads for the bar.

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Gordon's not the Doctor Who fan he ought to be, which is why this conversation doesn't include a lot more gaping and 'you've got to be kidding me'. Thus the mention of Cybermen just gets a blank look. "Autobots," he says. "Transforming robots with the ability to turn into machines. Nothing that you could remotely call cybermen."

He scratches his nose and adds, "One of them uses the target range outside. Doesn't shoot at the same targets as the humans, though. Wouldn't be practical."