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At his age - though anyone starting a sentence with those words might be whacked over the head by something rather heavy, though he'd used it when looking for ways out of doing housework - one thing Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart prided himself on was his ability to shoot at something and hit it. Another was that he had one son, two neices, three grandchildren, and a step-son who all worked for UNIT, and all seven had inherited that.

He was also considering himself very lucky that they'd all been visiting for the day.

"Sir?"

And he most certainly did not jump when someone called his name.

"Sir Alistair? Are you there?"

He moved to his computer, wondering mostly how it had turned on by itself, and then who'd been calling him through it. "Yes?"

"Sir, it's good to know you're alright." The female voice at the other end was familiar, though the image wasn't coming through properly. "But it seems we need your help."

The Brigadier tried to not roll his eyes. "Was wondering when I'd be called in."

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"What do you mean, my help?" Harry Sullivan demanded the woman on the screen. "I have my hands full and, in case you hadn't noticed, there's these big spaceships in the sky shooting at people!"

The woman looked frustrated. "Yes, yes, I know. B-"

"You look familiar, who are you?" He narrowed his eyes as one of his coworkers ducked through the door, slapping the lock down loudly. "What can I pos-"

"It's the Doctor!" The woman finally said, talking over him.

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Tegan Jovanka almost, but not quite, scowled. "I knew it. What's he want with me this time?"

The woman on screen hesitated. "Well, not just you, you see..."

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"Doesn't that make me feel special." Ace muttered, the woman projected from her wrist-device looking at her curiously. "Looks like I fell into the right time after all, then. What do you need m- us to do?"

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The duo in front of the computer listened as the woman explained the plan. "That all?" The younger woman joked, glancing up at the older man behind her. "Should we get gran?"

Clifford Jones nodded absently. "That might be best, Alice."

"I'll call." She darted away, pausing to glance out at the ships dominating the sky.

Cliff looked back at the woman. "When do we start?"

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"Well...as soon as possible." The woman finished. "Will you help us?"

Grace Holloway smiled tersely and wiped her hands. "Not much choice, is there? Alright, count me in."

"Thank you." She said, sounding relieved.

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"No problem." Sarah Jane Smith nodded, Luke, Maria, and Clyde standing behind her. "Mr. Smith will be ready in a moment."

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The woman nodded. "Good luck, and good bye."

John Benton squeezed his wifes hand as he turned off the computer screen. "We'll need it."