Post by Fitz Kreiner on Jun 12, 2009 13:16:30 GMT
Nodding to Blackwood, Morris took up a position the other side of the doors leading to the factory floor. He was gripping his pistol tightly despite the throbbing pain in his hand where he’d punched out a hole in the windscreen. Nodding back, Blackwood acknowledged Morris’s silent instruction and the two of them kicked the doors open and burst into the factory. The whole floor was silent; no machines running and no one about at all.
Spotting the office overlooking the floor, Morris indicated to Blackwood to follow him. Climbing the steep staircase to the office revealed that it was just as empty as the floor. In frustration, Morris kicked out at the small chair causing it to crash into the metal cupboard at the far end of the small office.
“They must be about somewhere,” he said, looking round.
“’Scuse me sir,” Blackwood said, shifting uncomfortably as Morris rounded on him. “But maybe they’re just in the offices of the place?”
“Maybe,” Morris said, looking over Blackwood’s shoulder before stepping round him and to the windows that ran along the length of the office. “But then again, they could be over there,” he added pointing to the double doors the other side of the factory floor with security warnings adorning them.
Clapping Blackwood on the shoulder, Morris nipped past him and ran down the metal stairs. Bemused by his Captains actions, Blackwood followed him at a run. Reaching the doors, Blackwood paused as Morris waved at him to slow down and held a finger to his lips.
“They’re definitely in there.” He said, “I can hear voices; the Doctor and some other bloke I don’t recognise.”
“What do you suggest, sir?” Blackwood asked.
“Could be this Master guy,” Morris said. “The Doctor could be in trouble.”
“You think there could be those Auton things could be in there?” Blackwood suggested.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Morris said, gripping the door handle.
Carefully Morris pulled the door open and peered through the widening crack. There were no Autons in sight. Nodding at Blackwood, the two men entered the security area. A quick look around told them there were no Autons in sight; the only sound coming from the small office which overlooked the floor. Morris looked up. He could see the Doctor and Jess stood against one wall, their hands behind their backs. There was another man stood in there, a short man in a dark Armani suit. He seemed to be pointing some kind of weapon at the two.
Turning to Blackwood, Morris silently indicated the stairs. The man had his back to them and Morris hoped that silently climbing the stairs would give them the element of surprise. The Doctor was no fool; he would most probably be able to keep the man talking while they snuck up on him. Wincing as his boot made a slight noise on the metal stair, Morris crept up them as silently as possible, Blackwood beside him.
Morris and Blackwood had almost reached the office when the third figure spun round with a snarl. The end of the short stubby black tube in his hand lit with a red glow and Morris threw himself sideways, connecting painfully with the metal railing, almost slipping through the gap onto the floor far below. He looked back as he heard Blackwood cry out before the cry cut off. He watched in morbid fascination as Blackwood continued to scream silently and his body twisted and contracted and appeared to shrink down. His mouth downturned in a sneer, the Master stepped out of the office and kicked the shrunken body of Blackwood over the edge of the gangway before levelling the weapon at Morris.
“Now, if you’ve finished being foolish, Captain, perhaps you would care to accompany us in the office.” The Master said with a politeness that belied the violent way he had dispatched Blackwood.
Morris stared at the man, his pistol pointing at his head. Strangely, it didn’t seem to faze the Master, in fact, he was almost amused by it.
“Do as he says, Will.” The Doctor said from the office. The tone of his voice was downbeat. “He’ll kill you without a second thought.”
His shoulders drooping, Morris lowered his gun and silently stepped into the office, the Master following him, keeping the weapon trained on him.
“Very wise, Captain, very wise,” the Master said softly. “Now if you would kindly give me your weapon?”
Morris swallowed and glanced over at the Doctor who nodded solemnly. “Do it, Will, he’s got all the cards at the moment.”
“I have all the cards and all the chips on the table, if you want to use the gambling metonymy,” the Master smiled as he took Morris’s pistol from the soldier’s hand. “Now my dear captain, do you know who I am?”
The Doctor looked at Jess and then out to Morris, his face a picture of concern. “Stong mind, Will,” he shouted attracting a look of contempt from the Master.
“I am the Master,” he continued, “and you will obey me. You will listen to the sound of my voice and obey.”
Morris swallowed hard as he felt dizzy. The Masters dark eyes seemed to be engulfing him. Watching on in rapt horror, the Doctor suddenly noticed something was wrong; Jess, directly to his left, had stiffened and was staring straight ahead.
“Jess?” he asked softly.
“Master,” Jess said flatly, still staring directly ahead and causing the Master to turn to her.
“Miss Lawton?” he asked raising an eyebrow, “well, isn’t this a turn up for the books, Doctor?” He smiled.
“Whatever you’re planning, I’m warning you,” the Doctor started, glaring at the Master. “If you so much as harm her,”
“Oh do be quiet, Doctor,” the Master sighed rolling his eyes. “You can be a real bore sometimes, you do know that.”
Morris shook his head to clear it and looked round at the Doctor and Jess. The Master was stood smiling looking Jess up and down. Then it hit Morris; the girl was staring directly ahead, a blank look on her face, like a zombie. Looking round, He saw his pistol was sat on the top of a panel nearby. Keeping his eyes on the Master, he gently reached out towards it.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, captain.” The Master suddenly said, turning round to cover Morris with his tissue compression eliminator. “Now, Miss Lawton, would you kindly tell me when I fist put you under my influence?”
“Jess, no,” the Doctor started before Jess spoke, cutting him off.
“About six months ago, by my timeline. It was a future version of you.” She said blankly.
“How fascinating,” the Master mused. “It seems you’ve been crossing time lines. How very naughty of you, Doctor.” He said in a mock scorned voice.
Standing back and stroking his beard, thoughts raced through the Masters head. “And perhaps you would care to tell me where Mr. Rowan is my dear?” he asked Jess.
“Jess, you can fight it, remember?” the Doctor urged, leaning as far over to her as his bonds would let him.
“Doctor, please,” the Master protested, holding his hands up. “Don’t you know how rude it is to interrupt a lady when she’s talking? Please, do carry on my dear.”
“He went up to the offices, to see if there was anything there we could use against you,” Jess replied, her expression still blank.
“I see,” the Master mused, unfolding his arms and reaching out to an intercom. “Miss Rogers?” He asked, pressing the button on the front.
“Yes Master?” the tinny voice replied.
“Miss Rogers, I wonder if you could tell me if you’ve had any suspicious visitors or goings on up there?” The Master asked keeping his eyes fixed firmly on Jess. The girl was still staring ahead, completely ignoring the Doctors pathetic attempts to try to break her conditioning.
“I haven’t seen anyone, Master.” Andrea’s voice replied. “The door did close itself a while ago, but I think it just slipped off the door stop.”
“Well, could you please check, my dear; it’s very possible you have an intruder in the area.” The Master said before closing off the intercom and turning back to the Doctor and Jess. “I do believe you were right, my dear. It seems the resourceful Mr. Rowan has made it to the main offices.”
Turning, the Master picked up Morris’s pistol from the top of the panel he had placed it on. Keeping an eye firmly on Morris, he slid the clip out and emptied the chamber of all but one bullet. Slapping the clip back into place, he clicked his fingers and the plastic bonds around Jess’s wrists slid off.
“Come here, my dear,” he said, beckoning her with a finger. Obediently, Jess stepped forwards, her eyes still staring directly ahead. Pursing his lips and smiling, shooting a glance at the Doctor, the Master placed the pistol into Jess’s hand. “Would you kindly shoot the captain for me please, there is one bullet left; that should be all that you need.”
“Jess, no!” The Doctor shouted, aghast. “Fight it; you know you can do it.”
Morris stared; his eyes wide as he saw Jess turn round, pointing the pistol at him. He could feel his palms getting rather sweaty and beads of sweat were running down his forehead.
“Just one bullet,” Jess said emotionlessly, as she pulled the hammer back and raised the pistol. With a sudden move that startled everyone in the room, Jess spun round and pointed the pistol at the Master’s head. “That’s all I need,” she finished, her voice back to normal.
Morris found himself breathing a heavy sigh of relief and shot a glance over to the Doctor. The Time Lord’s face had quickly changed from one of horror, to surprise and delight. The Master’s change of expression was one of much more comical value. The smug smile faded from his face as he realised what had happened and his face became both angry and annoyed.
“Not even I can miss at this range,” Jess said, holding her hand out. “If you even think of using that tissue gun thing on me, this last bullet will hit you. Hand it over.”
His lips downturned in a scowl, the Master reluctantly placed his TCE into Jess out held hand. “It seems I have underestimated you, Miss Lawton,” he said raising his hands.
“Yeah, well that’s something I’m not going to do to you again,” she said. Keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the Master she tilted her head to speak to Morris. “Captain Morris, can you let the Doctor out, and we can end this, once and for all.”
Tom was pressed up against the door to the Master’s office for what felt like hours. Andrea was still just the other side of the door, but he didn’t know whether she had been hypnotised or was a willing accomplice to the Master. Either way, it felt wrong to him to burst out of the office with the pistol he found pointing at her.
He had heard a buzzing and then a muffled male voice come from the other side of the door, and then Andrea replying. There must be an intercom between her and wherever the Master was. Tom swallowed hard as he realised that if the Master was talking to her, the Doctor and Jess hadn’t been too successful in their attempts to stop him. It was a good job that Morris had arrived, albeit with just two soldiers.
Remembering the screens, Tom turned to look at them. The one which had been showing the Doctor and Jess facing off with the Master now looked rather intriguing. Jess was holding a gun to the Master’s head and Morris seemed to be cutting some bonds from the Doctors wrists. Things must have suddenly changed over there. The screen showing the office outside was also showing something interesting. Andrea was getting to her feet and there was a desk drawer open. She was also holding a black object in her hand; a weapon.
Moving back from the door, Tom pulled the pistol from his trousers and aimed it at the door. Taking another glance back at the screen, he saw a flicker of movement behind Andrea. There was another set of doors he hadn’t noticed before and someone was silently coming through them. He recognised the uniform as that of a UNIT soldier. It had to be Corporal Loding. Andrea clearly hadn’t spotted her as she reached the doorway.
Levelling the pistol, Tom waited in the near darkness for Andrea to enter. When the main office lights flicked on, Tom threw his head to the side, screwing his eyes up as the bright white light flooded the room. By the time he opened them, Andrea was stood in the office, a pistol of her own pointing at him. Tom had lowered his own weapon when he had shielded his eyes from the light, now he knew Andrea had the upper hand.
Nodding grimly, Tom dropped the pistol and raised his hands. “Yeah, ok, it’s a fair cop,” he said. Looking at Andrea, he saw that there was no expression to her face. He felt his hearts beat harder and faster as she started to squeeze the trigger. He closed his eyes as a gunshot rang out.
Not feeling any pain or impact, Tom opened his eyes. Andrea was clutching her hand, the pistol on the floor and blood trickling down her fingers. Loding stepped into the room, a pistol in her hand, wisps of smoke coming from the barrel.
“Good shot, thanks,” Tom smiled.
“No prob,” Loding replied, smiling before looking at Andrea. “Who is she?”
“One of the Master’s downtrodden I think.” Tom said stepping forwards and clicking his fingers in front of Andrea’s face. “I think she’s been hypnotised by him, it’s not her fault.”
“What should we do with her?” Loding asked, holstering her pistol.
Tom shrugged, “Treat the wound and then pop her into custody, we can deal with her after this has been sorted. Then I think we should head over to the factory and help out the Doctor.”
Nodding in understanding, Lovatt stepped forwards towards Andrea, pulling a pair of handcuffs from a pouch on her belt.
Morris was stood holding his pistol at the Master. Jess was stood over near the Doctor, still holding the black tube-like weapon of the Master’s. The Doctor was sat at the main panel in the room, his machine sat on his lap and wires trailing from the panelling. He was holding some in his mouth and furiously twisting several together. His face was set and determined. Morris could understand why, the Master had activated many Autons and they were killing lots of innocent civilians.
“How’s it going?” Morris asked, leaning over to the Doctor and Jess.
“Gi’m gearly gone.” The Doctor said with a mouthful of wires before opening his mouth and letting them fall into his hand. “Another five minutes.”
The Master scowled at the news as he glared at the Doctor and Morris. There was only one chance; Morris wasn’t putting his full attention onto him. Deciding almost immediately, the Master acted, Jess’s warning shout coming too late. Reaching out, the Master twisted the pistol out of Morris’s grip and hit him hard on the back of the neck, causing the man to drop heavily to the ground.
Laughing, the Master backed towards the door, keeping the Doctor and Jess covered with the pistol. Firing at the Doctors machine, the Master was pleased to see a large shower of sparks come from it. Nipping back out of the door, he slammed it closed and swiftly pulled a key from his pocket and locked it. Waving at the trapped trio, he turned and ran down the gantry to his freedom.
Spotting the office overlooking the floor, Morris indicated to Blackwood to follow him. Climbing the steep staircase to the office revealed that it was just as empty as the floor. In frustration, Morris kicked out at the small chair causing it to crash into the metal cupboard at the far end of the small office.
“They must be about somewhere,” he said, looking round.
“’Scuse me sir,” Blackwood said, shifting uncomfortably as Morris rounded on him. “But maybe they’re just in the offices of the place?”
“Maybe,” Morris said, looking over Blackwood’s shoulder before stepping round him and to the windows that ran along the length of the office. “But then again, they could be over there,” he added pointing to the double doors the other side of the factory floor with security warnings adorning them.
Clapping Blackwood on the shoulder, Morris nipped past him and ran down the metal stairs. Bemused by his Captains actions, Blackwood followed him at a run. Reaching the doors, Blackwood paused as Morris waved at him to slow down and held a finger to his lips.
“They’re definitely in there.” He said, “I can hear voices; the Doctor and some other bloke I don’t recognise.”
“What do you suggest, sir?” Blackwood asked.
“Could be this Master guy,” Morris said. “The Doctor could be in trouble.”
“You think there could be those Auton things could be in there?” Blackwood suggested.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Morris said, gripping the door handle.
Carefully Morris pulled the door open and peered through the widening crack. There were no Autons in sight. Nodding at Blackwood, the two men entered the security area. A quick look around told them there were no Autons in sight; the only sound coming from the small office which overlooked the floor. Morris looked up. He could see the Doctor and Jess stood against one wall, their hands behind their backs. There was another man stood in there, a short man in a dark Armani suit. He seemed to be pointing some kind of weapon at the two.
Turning to Blackwood, Morris silently indicated the stairs. The man had his back to them and Morris hoped that silently climbing the stairs would give them the element of surprise. The Doctor was no fool; he would most probably be able to keep the man talking while they snuck up on him. Wincing as his boot made a slight noise on the metal stair, Morris crept up them as silently as possible, Blackwood beside him.
Morris and Blackwood had almost reached the office when the third figure spun round with a snarl. The end of the short stubby black tube in his hand lit with a red glow and Morris threw himself sideways, connecting painfully with the metal railing, almost slipping through the gap onto the floor far below. He looked back as he heard Blackwood cry out before the cry cut off. He watched in morbid fascination as Blackwood continued to scream silently and his body twisted and contracted and appeared to shrink down. His mouth downturned in a sneer, the Master stepped out of the office and kicked the shrunken body of Blackwood over the edge of the gangway before levelling the weapon at Morris.
“Now, if you’ve finished being foolish, Captain, perhaps you would care to accompany us in the office.” The Master said with a politeness that belied the violent way he had dispatched Blackwood.
Morris stared at the man, his pistol pointing at his head. Strangely, it didn’t seem to faze the Master, in fact, he was almost amused by it.
“Do as he says, Will.” The Doctor said from the office. The tone of his voice was downbeat. “He’ll kill you without a second thought.”
His shoulders drooping, Morris lowered his gun and silently stepped into the office, the Master following him, keeping the weapon trained on him.
“Very wise, Captain, very wise,” the Master said softly. “Now if you would kindly give me your weapon?”
Morris swallowed and glanced over at the Doctor who nodded solemnly. “Do it, Will, he’s got all the cards at the moment.”
“I have all the cards and all the chips on the table, if you want to use the gambling metonymy,” the Master smiled as he took Morris’s pistol from the soldier’s hand. “Now my dear captain, do you know who I am?”
The Doctor looked at Jess and then out to Morris, his face a picture of concern. “Stong mind, Will,” he shouted attracting a look of contempt from the Master.
“I am the Master,” he continued, “and you will obey me. You will listen to the sound of my voice and obey.”
Morris swallowed hard as he felt dizzy. The Masters dark eyes seemed to be engulfing him. Watching on in rapt horror, the Doctor suddenly noticed something was wrong; Jess, directly to his left, had stiffened and was staring straight ahead.
“Jess?” he asked softly.
“Master,” Jess said flatly, still staring directly ahead and causing the Master to turn to her.
“Miss Lawton?” he asked raising an eyebrow, “well, isn’t this a turn up for the books, Doctor?” He smiled.
“Whatever you’re planning, I’m warning you,” the Doctor started, glaring at the Master. “If you so much as harm her,”
“Oh do be quiet, Doctor,” the Master sighed rolling his eyes. “You can be a real bore sometimes, you do know that.”
Morris shook his head to clear it and looked round at the Doctor and Jess. The Master was stood smiling looking Jess up and down. Then it hit Morris; the girl was staring directly ahead, a blank look on her face, like a zombie. Looking round, He saw his pistol was sat on the top of a panel nearby. Keeping his eyes on the Master, he gently reached out towards it.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, captain.” The Master suddenly said, turning round to cover Morris with his tissue compression eliminator. “Now, Miss Lawton, would you kindly tell me when I fist put you under my influence?”
“Jess, no,” the Doctor started before Jess spoke, cutting him off.
“About six months ago, by my timeline. It was a future version of you.” She said blankly.
“How fascinating,” the Master mused. “It seems you’ve been crossing time lines. How very naughty of you, Doctor.” He said in a mock scorned voice.
Standing back and stroking his beard, thoughts raced through the Masters head. “And perhaps you would care to tell me where Mr. Rowan is my dear?” he asked Jess.
“Jess, you can fight it, remember?” the Doctor urged, leaning as far over to her as his bonds would let him.
“Doctor, please,” the Master protested, holding his hands up. “Don’t you know how rude it is to interrupt a lady when she’s talking? Please, do carry on my dear.”
“He went up to the offices, to see if there was anything there we could use against you,” Jess replied, her expression still blank.
“I see,” the Master mused, unfolding his arms and reaching out to an intercom. “Miss Rogers?” He asked, pressing the button on the front.
“Yes Master?” the tinny voice replied.
“Miss Rogers, I wonder if you could tell me if you’ve had any suspicious visitors or goings on up there?” The Master asked keeping his eyes fixed firmly on Jess. The girl was still staring ahead, completely ignoring the Doctors pathetic attempts to try to break her conditioning.
“I haven’t seen anyone, Master.” Andrea’s voice replied. “The door did close itself a while ago, but I think it just slipped off the door stop.”
“Well, could you please check, my dear; it’s very possible you have an intruder in the area.” The Master said before closing off the intercom and turning back to the Doctor and Jess. “I do believe you were right, my dear. It seems the resourceful Mr. Rowan has made it to the main offices.”
Turning, the Master picked up Morris’s pistol from the top of the panel he had placed it on. Keeping an eye firmly on Morris, he slid the clip out and emptied the chamber of all but one bullet. Slapping the clip back into place, he clicked his fingers and the plastic bonds around Jess’s wrists slid off.
“Come here, my dear,” he said, beckoning her with a finger. Obediently, Jess stepped forwards, her eyes still staring directly ahead. Pursing his lips and smiling, shooting a glance at the Doctor, the Master placed the pistol into Jess’s hand. “Would you kindly shoot the captain for me please, there is one bullet left; that should be all that you need.”
“Jess, no!” The Doctor shouted, aghast. “Fight it; you know you can do it.”
Morris stared; his eyes wide as he saw Jess turn round, pointing the pistol at him. He could feel his palms getting rather sweaty and beads of sweat were running down his forehead.
“Just one bullet,” Jess said emotionlessly, as she pulled the hammer back and raised the pistol. With a sudden move that startled everyone in the room, Jess spun round and pointed the pistol at the Master’s head. “That’s all I need,” she finished, her voice back to normal.
Morris found himself breathing a heavy sigh of relief and shot a glance over to the Doctor. The Time Lord’s face had quickly changed from one of horror, to surprise and delight. The Master’s change of expression was one of much more comical value. The smug smile faded from his face as he realised what had happened and his face became both angry and annoyed.
“Not even I can miss at this range,” Jess said, holding her hand out. “If you even think of using that tissue gun thing on me, this last bullet will hit you. Hand it over.”
His lips downturned in a scowl, the Master reluctantly placed his TCE into Jess out held hand. “It seems I have underestimated you, Miss Lawton,” he said raising his hands.
“Yeah, well that’s something I’m not going to do to you again,” she said. Keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the Master she tilted her head to speak to Morris. “Captain Morris, can you let the Doctor out, and we can end this, once and for all.”
*
Tom was pressed up against the door to the Master’s office for what felt like hours. Andrea was still just the other side of the door, but he didn’t know whether she had been hypnotised or was a willing accomplice to the Master. Either way, it felt wrong to him to burst out of the office with the pistol he found pointing at her.
He had heard a buzzing and then a muffled male voice come from the other side of the door, and then Andrea replying. There must be an intercom between her and wherever the Master was. Tom swallowed hard as he realised that if the Master was talking to her, the Doctor and Jess hadn’t been too successful in their attempts to stop him. It was a good job that Morris had arrived, albeit with just two soldiers.
Remembering the screens, Tom turned to look at them. The one which had been showing the Doctor and Jess facing off with the Master now looked rather intriguing. Jess was holding a gun to the Master’s head and Morris seemed to be cutting some bonds from the Doctors wrists. Things must have suddenly changed over there. The screen showing the office outside was also showing something interesting. Andrea was getting to her feet and there was a desk drawer open. She was also holding a black object in her hand; a weapon.
Moving back from the door, Tom pulled the pistol from his trousers and aimed it at the door. Taking another glance back at the screen, he saw a flicker of movement behind Andrea. There was another set of doors he hadn’t noticed before and someone was silently coming through them. He recognised the uniform as that of a UNIT soldier. It had to be Corporal Loding. Andrea clearly hadn’t spotted her as she reached the doorway.
Levelling the pistol, Tom waited in the near darkness for Andrea to enter. When the main office lights flicked on, Tom threw his head to the side, screwing his eyes up as the bright white light flooded the room. By the time he opened them, Andrea was stood in the office, a pistol of her own pointing at him. Tom had lowered his own weapon when he had shielded his eyes from the light, now he knew Andrea had the upper hand.
Nodding grimly, Tom dropped the pistol and raised his hands. “Yeah, ok, it’s a fair cop,” he said. Looking at Andrea, he saw that there was no expression to her face. He felt his hearts beat harder and faster as she started to squeeze the trigger. He closed his eyes as a gunshot rang out.
Not feeling any pain or impact, Tom opened his eyes. Andrea was clutching her hand, the pistol on the floor and blood trickling down her fingers. Loding stepped into the room, a pistol in her hand, wisps of smoke coming from the barrel.
“Good shot, thanks,” Tom smiled.
“No prob,” Loding replied, smiling before looking at Andrea. “Who is she?”
“One of the Master’s downtrodden I think.” Tom said stepping forwards and clicking his fingers in front of Andrea’s face. “I think she’s been hypnotised by him, it’s not her fault.”
“What should we do with her?” Loding asked, holstering her pistol.
Tom shrugged, “Treat the wound and then pop her into custody, we can deal with her after this has been sorted. Then I think we should head over to the factory and help out the Doctor.”
Nodding in understanding, Lovatt stepped forwards towards Andrea, pulling a pair of handcuffs from a pouch on her belt.
*
Morris was stood holding his pistol at the Master. Jess was stood over near the Doctor, still holding the black tube-like weapon of the Master’s. The Doctor was sat at the main panel in the room, his machine sat on his lap and wires trailing from the panelling. He was holding some in his mouth and furiously twisting several together. His face was set and determined. Morris could understand why, the Master had activated many Autons and they were killing lots of innocent civilians.
“How’s it going?” Morris asked, leaning over to the Doctor and Jess.
“Gi’m gearly gone.” The Doctor said with a mouthful of wires before opening his mouth and letting them fall into his hand. “Another five minutes.”
The Master scowled at the news as he glared at the Doctor and Morris. There was only one chance; Morris wasn’t putting his full attention onto him. Deciding almost immediately, the Master acted, Jess’s warning shout coming too late. Reaching out, the Master twisted the pistol out of Morris’s grip and hit him hard on the back of the neck, causing the man to drop heavily to the ground.
Laughing, the Master backed towards the door, keeping the Doctor and Jess covered with the pistol. Firing at the Doctors machine, the Master was pleased to see a large shower of sparks come from it. Nipping back out of the door, he slammed it closed and swiftly pulled a key from his pocket and locked it. Waving at the trapped trio, he turned and ran down the gantry to his freedom.