InsaneJournal

It was noon.  The Doctor was already waiting on the steps of the library. He couldn't have told anyone over the journals what this little meeting was to entail, but they'd surely be excited when they found out. They were getting out of here. Today. They couldn't lose. With those two brilliant minds, and three brilliant pieces of equipment? They'd be out of here in short work.

So he hoped.

Seven people-- he was waiting for six more, and looking up towards the sky, hoping that the management wouldn't notice the influx of people going to the library. What was he thinking? Of course they'd notice.. unless they'd had some sort of big distraction. Why hadn't he thought of that? And just as he was thinking it, there was a loud explosion from the NorthEast of them. His head turned that way, but it was impossible to see anything. It sounded like it might have been coming from the church of thereabouts.. but when no one came screaming down the lane leading away from the church, the Doctor went back to looking around. Another explosion followed shortly after. No screaming. Someone was having a little too much fun over there, and Nine was slowly standing up, curiosity touching his face. Where had someone managed to get their hands on gunpowder, and why wasn't it being used on the glass wall?