The Lonely Assassins

I'm writing a story. This is just something I came up with on the spot. Which spot? I hear you ask. Well, I won't tell you. And no brownie points for guessing the main antagonist. I mean it! OK, that's out of the way, so, how about I post a story. Writing and posting are two different things. So there. Anyway, I am going to post what I've written. It is posted... um... beneath this paragraph. I think.

Story (ooh, a story! how interesting!)
It was the early hours of the morning. The sun’s light was just bleeding across the horizon, and dark clouds hung in ominous groups above the kid’s playpark. It was completely abandoned, the swings moving in the wind as if someone had just got off. The slide and roundabout were soaked from recent rain.

The trees bordering the park unceremoniously dumped their leaves as autumn wore on. The leaves littered the ground in piles, all shades of red, orange and gold. Some were already turning brown.

A wheezing, groaning sound suddenly shattered the silence. Leaves whipped through the air, and the rusted gate swung open, banging loudly against a brick wall. The swings moved with increased ferocity, before calming down again. Where there had once been a bare patch of grass, there now stood an old police, like something out of the 1930s.

The doors swung inwards, and a man in a tweed jacket and wearing a bow tie stepped out. He was followed by a girl with fiery-red hair, and a man with an unusually large nose. The first man spoke to his two companions.

“Here we are then,” he said. “Hmm, a playground. Not the sort of place you’d expect danger, but then that would be boring. The TARDIS detected wibbliness. But where? Why would anything go wibbly around here? What do you think Pond? Any ideas?”

The girl shook her head.

“Oh well. I’ll give it some thought, and meanwhile... I love playgrounds!”

He jumped onto a swing and started it going like an overexcited child. The girl shook her head and went to sit beside him, but when she sat down, he promptly decided to get up and have a go on the slide. After a spin on the roundabout, he turned back to his companions.

“Well, I’ve given it some thought, and I’ve decided the best way to find the wibbliness... is to go looking!”