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Publié par	Big Finish Productions
Date de parution	20 mars 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781781783610
Langue	English

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Table of Contents
Bernice Summerfield: Adorable Illusion
Copyright
Dedication
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CHAPTER ONE: LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD
CHAPTER TWO: THE HARDEST PART
CHAPTER THREE: VICTOR
CHAPTER FOUR: IN THE FLESH
CHAPTER FIVE: X-OFFENDER
CHAPTER SIX: MAN OVERBOARD
CHAPTER SEVEN: DIE YOUNG, STAY PRETTY
CHAPTER EIGHT: TAKE ME IN THE NIGHT
CHAPTER NINE: I KNOW BUT I DON’T KNOW
CHAPTER TEN: ACCIDENTS NEVER HAPPEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN: UNDER THE GUN
CHAPTER TWELVE: RULES FOR LIVING
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: DOUBLE TAKE
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: NO EXIT
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: WAR CHILD
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE END, THE END
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: END OF THE WORLD
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: END TO END
CHAPTER NINETEEN: RAPTURE
CHAPTER TWENTY: ONE WAY OR ANOTHER
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: NOTHING IS REAL BUT THE GIRL
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: SHAKEDOWN
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: DREAMING
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: FADE AWAY AND RADIATE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: DESIRE BRINGS ME BACK
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: UNDONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: EUPHORIA
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: RING OF FIRE
CHAPTER THIRTY: ONCE I HAD A LOVE
Bernice Summerfield
Adorable Illusion
by Gary Russell
Big Finish
First published in March 2014 by Big Finish Productions Ltd
PO Box 1127, Maidenhead, SL6 3LW
www.bigfinish.com
Managing Editor: Jason Haigh-Ellery
Series Producers: Scott Handcock and Gary Russell
Cover design: Stuart Manning
Production: Xanna Eve Chown
Bernice Summerfield was created by Paul Cornell
Jason Kane was created by Dave Stone
Copyright © Gary Russell 2014
The right of Gary Russell to be identified as the author of this Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved. The moral right of the author has been asserted. All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any forms by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or any information retrieval system, without prior permission, in writing, from the publisher. This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
ISBN
(Book) 978-1-78178-117-3
(eBook) 978-1-78178-361-0
A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library
For Scott Handcock, my wingman, my rock and simply the best human being who I’m proud to have as my best friend.
This book closes the circle we started... oh, quite a while back!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Gary Russell has been involved in the world of Doctor Who for as long as he can remember (and that includes remembering Hartnell regenerating into Troughton - yes he’s that old, and more!) A lifelong love, adoration and even slight obsession with this one TV show led to him join the Doctor Who Appreciation Society in the late 70s, eventually ending up on the organising committee of said fan club, editing their newsletter. He also edited his own award-winning fanzine, Shada, between 1980 and 1985, and in 1983 began writing regularly for Marvel Comics’ Doctor Who Magazine - an association that still continues irregularly today. Over the last 35+ years in fandom (dear God...) he has edited Doctor Who Magazine , written quite a lot of novels and factual books on the subject, written computer games, comic strips for IDW and Marvel UK, moderated DVD commentaries, produced and directed over 100 audio dramas, script edited the TV series and produced two animated stories and a number of Adventure Games. He has also script edited Torchwood and The Sarah Jane Adventures . In what laughingly passes for his spare time he has written books about The Simpsons, Frasier and The Lord of the Rings movie trilogy, collected far too many books, DVDs, CDs, action figures and Converse. Yes, bloody Converse. His home is in Cardiff in South Wales, but he has temporarily been exiled to New South Wales in Australia where he is working at Planet 55 Ltd as a television series producer. He has no pets and regardless of which home he’s in, he frequently wanders around muttering to himself and scaring the neighbours...
CHAPTER ONE
LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD
Six months ago...
The police were everywhere, dragging everyone they could find out of the casinos, bars and strip joints. Staff and punters alike, most of them vocally protesting their innocence, were dragged out into the sheeting rain and thrown into the back of hover-wagons.
But, as always in these kinds of raids, some people got away. Sloped off out of the fire exits, or climbed out of the toilet windows. Others hid under beds or down in cellars, inexpertly hoping they’d not be found. Oh, the authorities knew where to search, but sometimes in their enthusiasm, people still got overlooked.
After waiting for the noise to fade, he managed to slip out of a side door into an alleyway that the police were already moving away from. He hid behind an incinerator, hoping that if anyone used heat-detection equipment, the incinerator would hide him. Presumably it worked because after twenty minutes he was able to make his way back to the street.
He was soaked now, but free. He didn’t really care about being wet - he and his clothes would dry back at the hotel. Well, the rooms. ‘Hotel’ was a bit grandiose to be honest. When he’d arrived, he’d thrown his own coat onto the bed to sleep on because he didn’t trust the stains and creepy-crawlies he imagined to be under the blankets.
He had then made his way to the bar, where his contact had said she’d meet him. Of course, she never turned up - instead the police did. And the rest, as they say, was history.
Actually, he didn’t feel like heading back to his room straight away. There was another bar he’d seen earlier, that wasn’t mob-run hopefully, and that had heaters. Those new-fangled ones that dried you out as you walked in, to keep the persistent rain of this ridiculous moon out of their establishment.
He was heading towards it when he heard a movement behind him. God, had the police finally found him? Had his escape been that short lived?
‘I was very sorry to hear about your loss,’ said a soft female voice. ‘I always hear the words “a great student” and “a lovely child”.’
He turned because he recognised the voice from the message-bank. It was the woman he was supposed to have met earlier. He couldn’t really see her - she had framed herself rather expertly in the shadow of an awning. What he could see was her silhouette and two long, quite lovely, legs coming down from a grey skirt.
‘Got a tip-off, did you?’ he demanded. ‘Knew not to meet there after all? Were you trapping me?’
‘Why would I do that, dear man? I need you free and easy, not cooped up in prison, another inadvertent pyrrhic victory for her .’
‘Who?’
‘The very annoying woman whom I am trying to bring down. By a strange quirk of fate, she managed to become a bit of a celeb here and save the day. Again. She’s so drearily righteous it’s sickening. If only she knew her companion was a nasty murderer underneath all that jocular bonhomie... But she’ll find out one day. I plan to ensure that.’
‘I don’t understand what you are talking about. Why did you want to meet me tonight. What does it have to do with my dead... child?’
‘Nothing really,’ the mysterious woman said, still staying in the shadows. ‘Oh, but I can help you get revenge on Anya Kryztyne if you want.’
‘She’s dead.’
‘Not any more, I gather. I hear that someone is mounting an expedition to the Rapture. Doesn’t that sound like fun?’
‘No.’
‘Well, I’ll tell you what. If I help you get what you want, you help me get what I want.’
‘Why should I?’ he asked. ‘And how?’
‘I like a man who is as intrigued as he is angry. That drive I need. Much as I need a man down on his luck, shunned by his peers and thrown out of, well, pretty much everywhere. You, my dear man, have nothing to lose and a lot to gain. I, also have a lot to gain. My target is one Professor Bernice Summerfield.’
‘What do I need to do to her?’
‘Absolutely nothing. But I gather one of her friends is going on a journey with her. Which I confess confuses me a little as I had thought dear old Benny was here, helping the police. Perhaps that news report was old footage, because I gather she’s now on her way to a very plush and expensive space yacht owned by a thoroughly unpleasant gentleman. But those are mere details.’
The man shook his head. ‘I want nothing to do with this. Or you. You’re making less sense than that raid did.’
The woman gave a little laugh. ‘I do apologise, dear man. All I need you to do is split Bernice and her chum or chums up and follow orders. I’ll have a couple of my friends to help you along, too. And in return, you may well get answers about your lost offspring and some closure that’ll help you get your life back in order. I think that’s worth a few weeks of your time, don’t you?’
He looked at the rain, he looked at the bar, then he looked at the silhouetted woman. ‘My life back? You promise?’
‘My word is my bond.’ She offered a hand out of the darkness to shake. He saw only painted grey nails, and a grey bangle as he reached out to take her hand in return.
Then he felt a burning in his palm and whipped his hand back, cursing at her. She laughed.
‘Sorry, I forget to say, everything you need to know is now inside you via that handy, dandy little crystal that, just so you know, doesn’t come out. But it can’t hurt you. All it does is pass information into your mind. Saves paper, saves the rainforests.’ She looked upwards. ‘Mind you, this place could do with a bit less rain.’
The pain was fading