Post by Fitz Kreiner on May 7, 2009 19:51:59 GMT
The Master was sat back in his office behind his desk. The large wall section had slid back revealing the monitors that adorned the wall behind it, showing the CCTV footage from throughout the factory. He had seen the girl who had followed him in a taxi from Camden enter and talk to the security guard at the reception. She had a UNIT pass, yet she didn’t seem military or trained. She had to be another of the Doctors companions.
He had watched with some curiosity as she explored the downstairs of the offices. She had clearly spun the guard a line and was now exploring off her own back. She didn’t know what it was she was looking for otherwise she would have gone straight there. Although the Master knew that she had to know he was there, after all, she had followed him here. She would come up soon enough.
Sitting back in his chair, the Master moved the copy of The Times off the large bronze edged mahogany box that sat off the desk and then removed the top of the box and removed one of the Cuban cigars from within. He would have to nip back to Cuba soon to restock his supply and catch up with Fidel again. Mentally, he made the note to nip back to sixties Cuba when he retrieved his TARDIS. Clipping the end of the cigar, he picked out one of the Arcturan matches that sat on his desk and lit it. The match flared with a green glow accompanied by the rather bizarre smell of cinnamon that the Arcturan matches emitted. The Master preferred those matches, mainly for the cinnamon smell that they seemed to emit.
Taking his first puff of the new cigar, the Master turned back to the screens. The girl was now walking through the outside administration area towards Andrea Rogers’ office. She was no doubt now coming to confront him. The Doctor seemed to like these headstrong girls who went off and did their own thing. More often than not, they seemed to put themselves into danger for him without being asked, as this girl was doing now.
Picking up the remote control, the Master put the image of Andrea’s office onto the main screen and clicked the sound button to listen in to the exchange.
“Can I help you?” Andrea was asking, looking up as the girl entered.
The girl held up a UNIT ID card. “Jess Lawton, from UNIT. I’m here to see your boss.” She said.
The Master listened to the exchange as it happened. The girl clearly knew her stuff; the Doctor had trained her well. The Master smiled and found himself chuckling slightly as the girl pressed Andrea, even using his name. Putting his cigar down and pressing the button on the remote that concealed the monitors, the Master got to his feet and crossed to the door and opened it. He saw the girls eyes widen as he stepped out of his office.
“Thank you, my dear,” he said, looking down to Andrea. Turning, he looked back at the girl. “Perhaps you had better step this way, Miss Lawton?” He said stepping aside and gesturing into his office.
Obligingly, Jess cautiously stepped forwards. Her eyes told the Master that she knew she had little choice and that to run would be futile. Even so, she had come here to find him, the least he could do was hear what story she’d come up with. The Master watched as Jess entered his office. When she was inside he leant over to Andrea.
“I wish to see Lemaitre in my office immediately. I don’t care what he’s doing, he can cancel it.” He whispered.
“Yes Master,” Andrea agreed, getting to her feet and making her way towards the doors to Lemaitre’s office.
Turning back to his office, the Master closed the door behind him as he entered. Jess was stood in the middle of the room, wringing her hands nervously. As the door closed, she visibly jumped and turned round, looking at the Master, her eyes wide.
“Oh, don’t be frightened, my dear Miss Lawton.” The Master smiled as he rounded his desk and took his seat. Leaning on his desk with his elbows, he steepled his fingers and leant forward, looking up at Jess through his eyebrows. “It is Miss Lawton, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Jess said cautiously, not too sure what the Master wanted or even how he knew her name; unless he’d overheard her talking to Andrea.
“Please, take a seat and tell me; what can I do for you?” The Master smiled, gesturing to the seat opposite him and sitting back in his leather executive chair.
“Thank you,” Jess said, gingerly taking the seat. “Well, as you probably already know, I’m here from UNIT,” she started. “I’ve just been sent by my superiors to check on our projects here.”
Looking at her, the Master raised an eyebrow and leant forwards again. “My dear Miss Lawton, surely you know that Captain Morris was here yesterday. Did he not learn all you needed?”
“No, I’m from a branch higher than Captain Morris, he represents us.” Jess said, thinking fast and hoping that her bluff was fooling the Master. So far he didn’t seem to be acting hostile, far less so than when she last met him.
“I take it you mean the Doctor by that remark?” The Master said casually, picking up a cigar from the ashtray where it was resting on his desk.
Jess felt her eyes widening, had she been that obvious? Her heart was thumping in her chest and her mouth went dry. It was highly possible that the Master knew that she was friends with the Doctor, but she wanted to try to get the bluff going for as long as she could. Still, she knew that the taxi driver knew where she was, and she’d left instructions with him to call UNIT if she was much longer. Whether he knew where or how to contact UNIT she wasn’t sure but at least someone knew she was there.
“I’m not part of a medical team.” She said, pleased with the speed of her reply. “I’m with the technical and science side. I’m here to check on the status of the training dummies and their feasibility for further uses.”
The Master smiled upon hearing this and sat back, his cigar clamped between his teeth. “Well, I must say you’re a remarkable young lady,” he said, removing the cigar mid sentence and blowing the smoke up into the air. “You appear to be in only your early twenties and yet you’re a high ranking scientific advisor to UNIT?”
“What can I say?” Jess smiled, feeling a little more confident. “I’m a fast learner.”
“Then surely you should have learnt not to walk alone into the lion’s den?” The Master retorted. “I’d have thought that the Doctor would have taught you better than that.”
“I told you, I’m not part-” Jess began before the Master held his hand up interrupting her.
“You’re not part of a medical team, yes.” He finished for her. “Yet you seem to have overlooked the fact that Doctor is a title not solely for the use of medical personnel. You forget that a lot of scientists who have a PhD are referred to as doctors, as is your travelling companion.”
“Ah,” Jess said simply, realising she hadn’t been quite as clever as she thought and the Master had seen through her. She felt her shoulders droop as she realised she’d backed herself into a corner. “Well, it was worth a shot.” She sighed.
“Indeed it was, Miss Lawton,” the Master chuckled sitting back in his chair, resting his hands on the arms and interlocking his fingers. “So why don’t you tell me the real reason you’re here. Surely the Doctor didn’t send you here alone?”
“No,” Jess admitted. “He doesn’t know I’m here.” She paused before looking up at the Master. “How did you know that I travelled with him?”
The Master laughed, throwing his head back and his chair leaned back with him. “My dear, who else’s curiosity would have rubbed off on you like that; to drop everything and follow a curiosity? I assume from your choice of pursuit vehicle that not even the UNIT grunts know where you are?”
“I think you’re being rather unkind, calling them ‘grunts’,” Jess said, realising how silly her sentence sounded as soon as she said it and considering to whom she was talking. “They’re rather more intelligent than you give them credit for. Captain Morris, for instance, he’s-”
“The good Captain is as blind and stupid as the rest of the ignorant primitives on this planet.” The Master said, the smile fading from his face. “How pathetic must these humans be if they cannot see what is right under their noses?”
“Hey, I resent that,” Jess said, pursing her lips into a scowl. “I’m one of these pathetic humans, and here I am right here in front of you. And I want you to know, I know what it is you’re planning, with your killing of high ranking officials and unknowns replacing them. They’re your Auton replica’s aren’t they?”
The Masters smile returned as he regarded Jess. Slowly, he pulled his chair up to the desk and rested his arms on the mahogany top before him. “Yes,” he mused slowly. It wasn’t an answer to the question, merely a moment of realisation. “I can see why the good Doctor would have chosen you.”
“I do hope you’re not patronising me,” Jess said, glaring at the Master and folding her arms.
“My dear Miss Lawton,” the Master said holding his hands up in mock horror. “I wouldn’t even dare. When I say that you are a remarkable young lady, I do mean that you are a remarkable young lady.”
Jess pulled herself up to her full height as best as she could, as she was sat in a chair facing the large desk. She wasn’t too sure where to go from here; she knew that she was meeting the Master in an earlier point in his life to the last time she met him. Although what had happened between them, the Doctor had said she must never know. Well, now, after six months, she would find out. “So what are you going to do with me? I know you’re not going to kill me.”
“A very shrewd observation,” the Master chuckled clasping his hands together and leaning back in his chair. “You are correct on all counts. From your presence here I am assuming that you’ve told no one of your discovery yet, otherwise you wouldn’t be alone. You’re far too valuable to me for me to kill and you know far too much. Had you been simply a UNIT operative, yes, but you,” the Master pointed a finger at Jess. “You being a travelling companion of the Doctor are now invaluable to me.”
Jess swallowed hard as the Master pointed to her. She had no idea what the Master was planning now, but she now knew that she was invaluable to him. No doubt he was plotting some other ghastly trap to lure the Doctor into danger using her as bait. “So what are you going to do with me?” She asked.
The Master stared at Jess, directly into her eyes. She felt a shiver start at the base of her spine working its way up to her shoulders and finally up her neck and into her head and she shuddered. The sound of the door opening behind her made the Master shift his gaze and Jess felt herself visibly relax. She turned to look at who was entering; the blonde receptionist that she’d spoken to outside and a smallish man with thinning dark hair. He was wearing a grey pinstripe suit with a brown shirt and red tie. The clothes didn’t look right on him, but that wasn’t all. His eyes looked dark with large bags under them. He looked as though he hadn’t slept in days.
The woman, Jess finally got a chance to look at her properly, having been more interested in finding the Master when she first met her. Her blonde hair was held back in a pony tail and her bright blue eyes looked out through a pair of glasses. She had a blank expression on her face, and was wearing a grey trouser suit with a crisp white blouse underneath the jacket. She stood a bit behind the man, near the door, with her hands held behind her back.
“Oui, Master,” the man said.
Jess knew now that this was Lemaitre, the factory owner. Probably all but in name now that the Master was here. She took another look at the man’s eyes, they seemed glazed; he was probably under the Master’s control. Hypnosis, she suddenly remembered with a shudder. She had to be on her guard. She turned back in her chair to look at the Master as he spoke.
“Lemaitre, we have a guest here, very soon I shall want you to escort her from the building and see that she returns safely to her UNIT comrades.” The Master paused and looked at Jess. “You have no reason to worry, my dear Miss Lawton, we won’t harm you.”
Jess shifted uncomfortably in her chair. There was something about the Master’s voice and the way he spoke that set her on edge. She didn’t quite, no; couldn’t believe him when he said that. Not unless he was a very different man to the one she met on Autrion those months back.
Slowly the Master got to his feet and placed both hands flat on the desk before him and leant over to Jess, fixing her eyes firmly with his. Jess shrank back as far as she could in her chair. The Master’s face was one of pure malice and Jess found herself trembling under his gaze.
“You know who I am, don’t you, Miss Lawton.” He said. It was definitely a rhetorical question, but Jess nodded none the less. “I am the Master, and you will obey me. You will obey; you will listen to the sound of my voice and obey.”
Jess found her eyes widening and started to feel light headed. It didn’t take her long to realise what was happening; he was trying to hypnotise her again. She was adamant that it would not happen this time. Swallowing hard, she struggled to close her eyes as she found herself almost getting swallowed in the Master’s dark brown eyes. Gritting her teeth, she sucked air into her mouth as she tried to resist.
“No, I will not. I am Jessica Lawton, a free person; nobodies tool.” She managed to utter. She was vaguely aware of the Master’s voice rising. “The Itsy Bitsy Spider climbed up the water spout, down came the rain and flushed the spider out, out came the sun and dried up all the rain, the Isty Bitsy Spider climbed up the spout again.” Jess suddenly got the feeling of returning to earth, as if she had just woken up after nearly nodding off to sleep. She could see a change come over the Master’s face, from malice to confusion and then to anger.
“Enough!” The Master bellowed, slamming his hand down on the desk. The noise made Jess jump. Fuming the Master walked round the desk and stood before Jess. “And what the devil was all that nonsense?”
“Counter conditioning,” she replied smugly. “You’re not gonna get me with hypnosis again.” The smile faded from her face as she realised she probably shouldn’t have added the last bit.
“Again?”
Too late, the Master had picked up on it. Jess looked up at him. He seemed to be staring off into the distance, thoughtfully stroking his beard.
“How interesting,” he mused before turning to Andrea and nodding. Andrea pulled a small black control device out of her trouser pocket and pressed one of the buttons on it as the Master continued. “Very well, my dear; if hypnosis won’t work, then I have another task for you to undertake for me.”
Jess felt her bravado slip down another notch. She had gotten herself in above her head here. She wished that she’d had someone to tell where she was. She had no idea whether the Doctor, Tom or any of the UNIT personnel knew where she was, let alone she’d gone anywhere. The sound of the door opening again made her turn. Two of the shop mannequin creatures the Doctor had called Autons had entered the office.
“If you’re going to be stubborn enough to resist hypnosis, then I have no other option.” The Master snapped his fingers and the two Autons approached the chair Jess was sat at and grabbed her arms, pulling her to her feet. “Lemaitre, take this young woman down to the floor. I want a facsimile made of her immediately, and send it back to UNIT. I want it conditioned to kill all who stand in our way."
He had watched with some curiosity as she explored the downstairs of the offices. She had clearly spun the guard a line and was now exploring off her own back. She didn’t know what it was she was looking for otherwise she would have gone straight there. Although the Master knew that she had to know he was there, after all, she had followed him here. She would come up soon enough.
Sitting back in his chair, the Master moved the copy of The Times off the large bronze edged mahogany box that sat off the desk and then removed the top of the box and removed one of the Cuban cigars from within. He would have to nip back to Cuba soon to restock his supply and catch up with Fidel again. Mentally, he made the note to nip back to sixties Cuba when he retrieved his TARDIS. Clipping the end of the cigar, he picked out one of the Arcturan matches that sat on his desk and lit it. The match flared with a green glow accompanied by the rather bizarre smell of cinnamon that the Arcturan matches emitted. The Master preferred those matches, mainly for the cinnamon smell that they seemed to emit.
Taking his first puff of the new cigar, the Master turned back to the screens. The girl was now walking through the outside administration area towards Andrea Rogers’ office. She was no doubt now coming to confront him. The Doctor seemed to like these headstrong girls who went off and did their own thing. More often than not, they seemed to put themselves into danger for him without being asked, as this girl was doing now.
Picking up the remote control, the Master put the image of Andrea’s office onto the main screen and clicked the sound button to listen in to the exchange.
“Can I help you?” Andrea was asking, looking up as the girl entered.
The girl held up a UNIT ID card. “Jess Lawton, from UNIT. I’m here to see your boss.” She said.
The Master listened to the exchange as it happened. The girl clearly knew her stuff; the Doctor had trained her well. The Master smiled and found himself chuckling slightly as the girl pressed Andrea, even using his name. Putting his cigar down and pressing the button on the remote that concealed the monitors, the Master got to his feet and crossed to the door and opened it. He saw the girls eyes widen as he stepped out of his office.
“Thank you, my dear,” he said, looking down to Andrea. Turning, he looked back at the girl. “Perhaps you had better step this way, Miss Lawton?” He said stepping aside and gesturing into his office.
Obligingly, Jess cautiously stepped forwards. Her eyes told the Master that she knew she had little choice and that to run would be futile. Even so, she had come here to find him, the least he could do was hear what story she’d come up with. The Master watched as Jess entered his office. When she was inside he leant over to Andrea.
“I wish to see Lemaitre in my office immediately. I don’t care what he’s doing, he can cancel it.” He whispered.
“Yes Master,” Andrea agreed, getting to her feet and making her way towards the doors to Lemaitre’s office.
Turning back to his office, the Master closed the door behind him as he entered. Jess was stood in the middle of the room, wringing her hands nervously. As the door closed, she visibly jumped and turned round, looking at the Master, her eyes wide.
“Oh, don’t be frightened, my dear Miss Lawton.” The Master smiled as he rounded his desk and took his seat. Leaning on his desk with his elbows, he steepled his fingers and leant forward, looking up at Jess through his eyebrows. “It is Miss Lawton, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Jess said cautiously, not too sure what the Master wanted or even how he knew her name; unless he’d overheard her talking to Andrea.
“Please, take a seat and tell me; what can I do for you?” The Master smiled, gesturing to the seat opposite him and sitting back in his leather executive chair.
“Thank you,” Jess said, gingerly taking the seat. “Well, as you probably already know, I’m here from UNIT,” she started. “I’ve just been sent by my superiors to check on our projects here.”
Looking at her, the Master raised an eyebrow and leant forwards again. “My dear Miss Lawton, surely you know that Captain Morris was here yesterday. Did he not learn all you needed?”
“No, I’m from a branch higher than Captain Morris, he represents us.” Jess said, thinking fast and hoping that her bluff was fooling the Master. So far he didn’t seem to be acting hostile, far less so than when she last met him.
“I take it you mean the Doctor by that remark?” The Master said casually, picking up a cigar from the ashtray where it was resting on his desk.
Jess felt her eyes widening, had she been that obvious? Her heart was thumping in her chest and her mouth went dry. It was highly possible that the Master knew that she was friends with the Doctor, but she wanted to try to get the bluff going for as long as she could. Still, she knew that the taxi driver knew where she was, and she’d left instructions with him to call UNIT if she was much longer. Whether he knew where or how to contact UNIT she wasn’t sure but at least someone knew she was there.
“I’m not part of a medical team.” She said, pleased with the speed of her reply. “I’m with the technical and science side. I’m here to check on the status of the training dummies and their feasibility for further uses.”
The Master smiled upon hearing this and sat back, his cigar clamped between his teeth. “Well, I must say you’re a remarkable young lady,” he said, removing the cigar mid sentence and blowing the smoke up into the air. “You appear to be in only your early twenties and yet you’re a high ranking scientific advisor to UNIT?”
“What can I say?” Jess smiled, feeling a little more confident. “I’m a fast learner.”
“Then surely you should have learnt not to walk alone into the lion’s den?” The Master retorted. “I’d have thought that the Doctor would have taught you better than that.”
“I told you, I’m not part-” Jess began before the Master held his hand up interrupting her.
“You’re not part of a medical team, yes.” He finished for her. “Yet you seem to have overlooked the fact that Doctor is a title not solely for the use of medical personnel. You forget that a lot of scientists who have a PhD are referred to as doctors, as is your travelling companion.”
“Ah,” Jess said simply, realising she hadn’t been quite as clever as she thought and the Master had seen through her. She felt her shoulders droop as she realised she’d backed herself into a corner. “Well, it was worth a shot.” She sighed.
“Indeed it was, Miss Lawton,” the Master chuckled sitting back in his chair, resting his hands on the arms and interlocking his fingers. “So why don’t you tell me the real reason you’re here. Surely the Doctor didn’t send you here alone?”
“No,” Jess admitted. “He doesn’t know I’m here.” She paused before looking up at the Master. “How did you know that I travelled with him?”
The Master laughed, throwing his head back and his chair leaned back with him. “My dear, who else’s curiosity would have rubbed off on you like that; to drop everything and follow a curiosity? I assume from your choice of pursuit vehicle that not even the UNIT grunts know where you are?”
“I think you’re being rather unkind, calling them ‘grunts’,” Jess said, realising how silly her sentence sounded as soon as she said it and considering to whom she was talking. “They’re rather more intelligent than you give them credit for. Captain Morris, for instance, he’s-”
“The good Captain is as blind and stupid as the rest of the ignorant primitives on this planet.” The Master said, the smile fading from his face. “How pathetic must these humans be if they cannot see what is right under their noses?”
“Hey, I resent that,” Jess said, pursing her lips into a scowl. “I’m one of these pathetic humans, and here I am right here in front of you. And I want you to know, I know what it is you’re planning, with your killing of high ranking officials and unknowns replacing them. They’re your Auton replica’s aren’t they?”
The Masters smile returned as he regarded Jess. Slowly, he pulled his chair up to the desk and rested his arms on the mahogany top before him. “Yes,” he mused slowly. It wasn’t an answer to the question, merely a moment of realisation. “I can see why the good Doctor would have chosen you.”
“I do hope you’re not patronising me,” Jess said, glaring at the Master and folding her arms.
“My dear Miss Lawton,” the Master said holding his hands up in mock horror. “I wouldn’t even dare. When I say that you are a remarkable young lady, I do mean that you are a remarkable young lady.”
Jess pulled herself up to her full height as best as she could, as she was sat in a chair facing the large desk. She wasn’t too sure where to go from here; she knew that she was meeting the Master in an earlier point in his life to the last time she met him. Although what had happened between them, the Doctor had said she must never know. Well, now, after six months, she would find out. “So what are you going to do with me? I know you’re not going to kill me.”
“A very shrewd observation,” the Master chuckled clasping his hands together and leaning back in his chair. “You are correct on all counts. From your presence here I am assuming that you’ve told no one of your discovery yet, otherwise you wouldn’t be alone. You’re far too valuable to me for me to kill and you know far too much. Had you been simply a UNIT operative, yes, but you,” the Master pointed a finger at Jess. “You being a travelling companion of the Doctor are now invaluable to me.”
Jess swallowed hard as the Master pointed to her. She had no idea what the Master was planning now, but she now knew that she was invaluable to him. No doubt he was plotting some other ghastly trap to lure the Doctor into danger using her as bait. “So what are you going to do with me?” She asked.
The Master stared at Jess, directly into her eyes. She felt a shiver start at the base of her spine working its way up to her shoulders and finally up her neck and into her head and she shuddered. The sound of the door opening behind her made the Master shift his gaze and Jess felt herself visibly relax. She turned to look at who was entering; the blonde receptionist that she’d spoken to outside and a smallish man with thinning dark hair. He was wearing a grey pinstripe suit with a brown shirt and red tie. The clothes didn’t look right on him, but that wasn’t all. His eyes looked dark with large bags under them. He looked as though he hadn’t slept in days.
The woman, Jess finally got a chance to look at her properly, having been more interested in finding the Master when she first met her. Her blonde hair was held back in a pony tail and her bright blue eyes looked out through a pair of glasses. She had a blank expression on her face, and was wearing a grey trouser suit with a crisp white blouse underneath the jacket. She stood a bit behind the man, near the door, with her hands held behind her back.
“Oui, Master,” the man said.
Jess knew now that this was Lemaitre, the factory owner. Probably all but in name now that the Master was here. She took another look at the man’s eyes, they seemed glazed; he was probably under the Master’s control. Hypnosis, she suddenly remembered with a shudder. She had to be on her guard. She turned back in her chair to look at the Master as he spoke.
“Lemaitre, we have a guest here, very soon I shall want you to escort her from the building and see that she returns safely to her UNIT comrades.” The Master paused and looked at Jess. “You have no reason to worry, my dear Miss Lawton, we won’t harm you.”
Jess shifted uncomfortably in her chair. There was something about the Master’s voice and the way he spoke that set her on edge. She didn’t quite, no; couldn’t believe him when he said that. Not unless he was a very different man to the one she met on Autrion those months back.
Slowly the Master got to his feet and placed both hands flat on the desk before him and leant over to Jess, fixing her eyes firmly with his. Jess shrank back as far as she could in her chair. The Master’s face was one of pure malice and Jess found herself trembling under his gaze.
“You know who I am, don’t you, Miss Lawton.” He said. It was definitely a rhetorical question, but Jess nodded none the less. “I am the Master, and you will obey me. You will obey; you will listen to the sound of my voice and obey.”
Jess found her eyes widening and started to feel light headed. It didn’t take her long to realise what was happening; he was trying to hypnotise her again. She was adamant that it would not happen this time. Swallowing hard, she struggled to close her eyes as she found herself almost getting swallowed in the Master’s dark brown eyes. Gritting her teeth, she sucked air into her mouth as she tried to resist.
“No, I will not. I am Jessica Lawton, a free person; nobodies tool.” She managed to utter. She was vaguely aware of the Master’s voice rising. “The Itsy Bitsy Spider climbed up the water spout, down came the rain and flushed the spider out, out came the sun and dried up all the rain, the Isty Bitsy Spider climbed up the spout again.” Jess suddenly got the feeling of returning to earth, as if she had just woken up after nearly nodding off to sleep. She could see a change come over the Master’s face, from malice to confusion and then to anger.
“Enough!” The Master bellowed, slamming his hand down on the desk. The noise made Jess jump. Fuming the Master walked round the desk and stood before Jess. “And what the devil was all that nonsense?”
“Counter conditioning,” she replied smugly. “You’re not gonna get me with hypnosis again.” The smile faded from her face as she realised she probably shouldn’t have added the last bit.
“Again?”
Too late, the Master had picked up on it. Jess looked up at him. He seemed to be staring off into the distance, thoughtfully stroking his beard.
“How interesting,” he mused before turning to Andrea and nodding. Andrea pulled a small black control device out of her trouser pocket and pressed one of the buttons on it as the Master continued. “Very well, my dear; if hypnosis won’t work, then I have another task for you to undertake for me.”
Jess felt her bravado slip down another notch. She had gotten herself in above her head here. She wished that she’d had someone to tell where she was. She had no idea whether the Doctor, Tom or any of the UNIT personnel knew where she was, let alone she’d gone anywhere. The sound of the door opening again made her turn. Two of the shop mannequin creatures the Doctor had called Autons had entered the office.
“If you’re going to be stubborn enough to resist hypnosis, then I have no other option.” The Master snapped his fingers and the two Autons approached the chair Jess was sat at and grabbed her arms, pulling her to her feet. “Lemaitre, take this young woman down to the floor. I want a facsimile made of her immediately, and send it back to UNIT. I want it conditioned to kill all who stand in our way."