Heels and Politics

My name is Anthea, not my real name but it will suffice for you. I assist the British Government in intelligence gathering and sorting out pertinent information. That's all you need to know. I happen to get a lot of free time so feel free to ask me anything. (RP Acct)

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Going topside

She had lost track of how long she had been in the facility. They hardly saw anyone, they got water and three small meals a day. Enough to keep them going. She was fortunate to have Ram in the cell next door. Even when faced with a hopeless situation as this the program somehow managed to keep his optimism. But her mind would wander, and nights would often be sleepless as she worried about Molly. She hoped that she was alright, and that Saxon kept his word in that no harm would come to her so long as she cooperated with his pet.

They seemed rather interested in Ram though. They would take him out nearly every day, he told her that they did a lot of physical tests on him. Blood and the like. But recently, there had been a lull and he was in his cell for quite a while. Perhaps they lost interest, though she doubted it. She had been busy in the meantime though. They didn’t seem to pay much attention to her, not when they had a shiny new lifeform in the cell next to hers. She was working on what may have been the only opportunity to let Mycroft obtain an idea of where they were…considering it worked.

She had managed to take apart her phone and remove the GPS chip that was lodged inside it using a hair pin, not an ordinary one of course. Like most everything she carried, it’s looks were deceiving and it was in actuality a tool. She would hide the contents beneath her shirt whenever a guard passed by. She was rather fortunate that women had more hiding places than men in that regard. And now finally after two days time she had what she needed. She waited until the guard passed and started to converse with one of his coworkers before she approached the slot on Ram’s side of the cell, speaking in a low whisper.

“Ram….Ram are you awake?”

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“Anthea?”

He got up from his corner of the cell, pacing over to the slit in the wall and looked through it at her, his blue eyes meeting her brown ones.

“What is it?” he whispered, getting on his knees. “Is everything okay? Are you feeling okay?”

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“Yes I’m fine…” She smiled, always concerned with the other person’s wellbeing over himself. He was a very good doctor in that aspect.

“I’ve been listening to the guards for the past few hours. It sounds like someone important is coming to visit soon, and they’re interested in you. Which means they will probably take you out and bring you to the upper levels. I don’t know who, but this may be our only chance at getting noticed.”

She held up the tiny chip between her fingers so he could see it.

“This is the GPS chip in my phone. It’s useless in that device seeing as how I can’t get a signal down here, but it should still work. If it can get to the upper levels there is a slight possibility that the signal may be picked up, alerting my boss to our whereabouts. However the only problem is transport. Which is why…I’m going to have to ask you for a favor…” She frowned a bit, in order to get it up there she would have to hurt the program a bit. But it would be worth a shot, she hoped that he would say yes…

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The program furrowed his brow at this new knowledge, though he was relieved that she was doing alright. Malnutrition was what he was concerned about the most, along with her mental state, but she seemed to be coping okay from what he could see and hear.

“Someone is interested in me?” He scratched the back of his head, the bandage long gone now as the wound had closed. “I can’t say I know anyone who would be, aside from the people I’ve met thus far, but I don’t think they would associate themselves with a place like this…”

He hoped not.

“A chip?”

He examined the small thing in her hand, it looked like any other computer chip. If it was still functioning that was a good sign, although when she mentioned the problem of transport…he had a rough idea what she was going to ask.

“You mean you want to plant it on me somewhere…but how?”

He had no where to hide it, no place that wouldn’t be blatantly obvious if he did. And if he tried to put it in his mouth it would damage the chip.

“Well, if it gives us a chance to get noticed by the good guys, I’m all for it…”

Though he was skeptical. He trusted an associate of Mycroft’s.

“What do you need me to do?”

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She smiled at that.

"Good...now turn around."

She waited until the program did so and reached out, lifting some of his curly blonde locks from the nape of his neck.

"I apologize for this...this is going to hurt a bit."

She bit her lip and reached through the slot with her other hand, pressing the chip in hard with her thumb. She felt the program wince and whine in pain when she did so, which only made it harder for her to do. But she had managed to get the prongs in deep enough to where the chip would stay in place.

"There, that should do it, now don't pick at it and it should stay where it is."

She wiped away a bit of the blood with her hand and let his blonde hair fall back into place, covering where she placed it.

"There isn't much of it, but you should keep dabbing at it to make sure you're not bleeding, otherwise they might get suspicious. I'm hoping it won't be long before they take you up again. The sooner you go up, hopefully the sooner I can remove it before it starts to really bother you."

It was a slim chance, but it may have been the only one they had.

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Going topside

She had lost track of how long she had been in the facility. They hardly saw anyone, they got water and three small meals a day. Enough to keep them going. She was fortunate to have Ram in the cell next door. Even when faced with a hopeless situation as this the program somehow managed to keep his optimism. But her mind would wander, and nights would often be sleepless as she worried about Molly. She hoped that she was alright, and that Saxon kept his word in that no harm would come to her so long as she cooperated with his pet.

They seemed rather interested in Ram though. They would take him out nearly every day, he told her that they did a lot of physical tests on him. Blood and the like. But recently, there had been a lull and he was in his cell for quite a while. Perhaps they lost interest, though she doubted it. She had been busy in the meantime though. They didn’t seem to pay much attention to her, not when they had a shiny new lifeform in the cell next to hers. She was working on what may have been the only opportunity to let Mycroft obtain an idea of where they were…considering it worked.

She had managed to take apart her phone and remove the GPS chip that was lodged inside it using a hair pin, not an ordinary one of course. Like most everything she carried, it’s looks were deceiving and it was in actuality a tool. She would hide the contents beneath her shirt whenever a guard passed by. She was rather fortunate that women had more hiding places than men in that regard. And now finally after two days time she had what she needed. She waited until the guard passed and started to converse with one of his coworkers before she approached the slot on Ram’s side of the cell, speaking in a low whisper.

“Ram….Ram are you awake?”

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“Anthea?”

He got up from his corner of the cell, pacing over to the slit in the wall and looked through it at her, his blue eyes meeting her brown ones.

“What is it?” he whispered, getting on his knees. “Is everything okay? Are you feeling okay?”

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"Yes I'm fine..." She smiled, always concerned with the other person's wellbeing over himself. He was a very good doctor in that aspect.

"I've been listening to the guards for the past few hours. It sounds like someone important is coming to visit soon, and they're interested in you. Which means they will probably take you out and bring you to the upper levels. I don't know who, but this may be our only chance at getting noticed."

She held up the tiny chip between her fingers so he could see it.

"This is the GPS chip in my phone. It's useless in that device seeing as how I can't get a signal down here, but it should still work. If it can get to the upper levels there is a slight possibility that the signal may be picked up, alerting my boss to our whereabouts. However the only problem is transport. Which is why...I'm going to have to ask you for a favor..." She frowned a bit, in order to get it up there she would have to hurt the program a bit. But it would be worth a shot, she hoped that he would say yes...

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Going topside

She had lost track of how long she had been in the facility. They hardly saw anyone, they got water and three small meals a day. Enough to keep them going. She was fortunate to have Ram in the cell next door. Even when faced with a hopeless situation as this the program somehow managed to keep his optimism. But her mind would wander, and nights would often be sleepless as she worried about Molly. She hoped that she was alright, and that Saxon kept his word in that no harm would come to her so long as she cooperated with his pet.

They seemed rather interested in Ram though. They would take him out nearly every day, he told her that they did a lot of physical tests on him. Blood and the like. But recently, there had been a lull and he was in his cell for quite a while. Perhaps they lost interest, though she doubted it. She had been busy in the meantime though. They didn't seem to pay much attention to her, not when they had a shiny new lifeform in the cell next to hers. She was working on what may have been the only opportunity to let Mycroft obtain an idea of where they were...considering it worked.

She had managed to take apart her phone and remove the GPS chip that was lodged inside it using a hair pin, not an ordinary one of course. Like most everything she carried, it's looks were deceiving and it was in actuality a tool. She would hide the contents beneath her shirt whenever a guard passed by. She was rather fortunate that women had more hiding places than men in that regard. And now finally after two days time she had what she needed. She waited until the guard passed and started to converse with one of his coworkers before she approached the slot on Ram's side of the cell, speaking in a low whisper.

"Ram....Ram are you awake?"

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ughh...

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The program groaned and sat up, holding a hand to his head. His vision was blurry and he had absolutely no idea of his surroundings. When things started to clear, he found that he was in a tiny room with a tile floor and smooth steel walls with tiny square openings that looked into the adjacent rooms. A heavy door was the only way in and out.

“Where am I?…” His fingers pressed against the cloth bandage that wrapped his head, wincing when they hit a tender spot. That’s right, he remembered it now, that thing had him in it’s grasp and then he hit his head. Standing up, Ram staggered to the door, pounding on it.

“Hello!…Hello is anyone out there?! Let me out! Lestrade? Mycroft? Daniel?! Hello? Hello!? Let me out of here!”

But it was to no avail, none would answer his cry for help. He punched the door in frustration, hissing in pain as his knuckles split from the bolts.

“Dammit!…”

He was in trouble. And he knew it.

She had nearly become hopeless. She was in the hands of the enemy, with no way to inform anyone or terminate herself. Night after night she could hear the despairing cries of other women who were captive just like her, asking for their children which had been taken away from them when they were brought here. It did little good to keep the morale.

She had resigned to the fact that she was stuck here, and that no one was coming for her. No one would be coming for them either. The only thing she could hope for was to piss the good professor off enough that he would change and pulverize her to save her the shame and the pain of being used for human experiments.

Her attention was drawn elsewhere though when she heard something new. The prisoner placed in the cell next to her was a male. Not only that, but he called out the names of three people that clicked instantly in her mind. She stood up, walking over to the small opening in the wall and speaking into it.

“Who’s that?”

He looked up from cradling his injury, looking around for the source of the voice that came into his cell.

“Huh? Where-?”

‘Here!’ the voice called again and he went over to the partition, looking into it. Through the opening, he could see a pair of big brown eyes. He was staring at the face of a woman, a very pretty one from what he could make out.

“Who are you? What is this place?”

She was met with a face, clear blue eyes and blonde curly hair. This was a change, everyone that was brought here were female. There were no males to speak of with the exception of the researchers and the armed guards that patrolled the block.

“Call me Anthea. And you are five miles underground in a research facility belonging to a one Richard Lazarus. You’re a sight to see really. I haven’t heard any male prisoners, everyone else has been a female from what I can determine. How do you know of those three? Lestrade, Mycroft and who I have to assume you’re referring to Daniel Anderson?”

She could make out strange markings on his face, blue lines that had been faded into the skin. It suddenly dawned on her just who her new neighbor was.

“…You’re Ram aren’t you? The program that was staying with them and researching the incident from four years ago.”

It made sense now, he was here because they must have figured out that he wasn’t human…and would make for an interesting subject.

His eyes widened at her response, and he jumped out of excitement.

“A-Anthea?! You’re Anthea?! So you’re okay!!…I mean you’re alive! Mycroft has been worried ever since you stopped responding to him. We were all starting to wonder what happened to you! This is great! I have to-“

He reached into his pocket for his cellphone, but he couldn’t find it. Had it fallen out of his pocket? Or did they take it from him.

“Oh…damn…well nevermind about that…I’m relieved actually to see that you’re well.”

He took in her words, the excitement and light fading from his face as it became hard set, grim even.

“I see…so it was Lazarus. He came to the house, attacked me and tried to drain me like he did the other victims in the papers. But…something caused him to stop. All I can remember is staring into that terrible face before I became tired and then I was released and I hit my head on the pavement. Then I just blacked out…”

He rubbed at the bandages wrapped around it again.

“I wonder how long I was unconscious.”

She gave a sad little smile at his excitement, and his instinctive willingness to call her boss. She was a little surprised to hear that he had been worrying about her. A bit of redness came to her cheeks. Now she began to think of Molly...what had happened to her? Did Saxon keep his promise and keep her safe from harm?

She shook her head of that...it was best not to think about it. Molly was okay, she had to be. She watched the program reach into his pockets for something, likely his phone.

"I'm sure they took it when they brought you in. I have mine on me...don't ask me how. But it wouldn't matter much. No one is going to get a signal this far below the surface. I'm afraid to say you and I are going to be stuck here. God knows what they are doing to these poor people, but it can't be anything good. I've heard rumors of human experiments even...and given your unique nature. I'm not sure if they're going to wait too long to examine you and test you."

She sighed and faced away from the panel, leaning against the wall.

"The only thing I can promise, is that I will try to keep our morale up should you come back. We just need to keep talking to each other. It will help maintain our sanity and keep our cognitive faculties going. I can't exactly hold out hope that rescue is coming, it's likely no one even knows where we are. In the mean time...I guess we just have to keep going. Or hope that our suffering isn't prolonged..."

She sat down, bringing her knees up to her chest and rested her arms on them, thinking and trying to work a way out of this impossible situation.

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ughh...

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The program groaned and sat up, holding a hand to his head. His vision was blurry and he had absolutely no idea of his surroundings. When things started to clear, he found that he was in a tiny room with a tile floor and smooth steel walls with tiny square openings that looked into the adjacent rooms. A heavy door was the only way in and out.

“Where am I?…” His fingers pressed against the cloth bandage that wrapped his head, wincing when they hit a tender spot. That’s right, he remembered it now, that thing had him in it’s grasp and then he hit his head. Standing up, Ram staggered to the door, pounding on it.

“Hello!…Hello is anyone out there?! Let me out! Lestrade? Mycroft? Daniel?! Hello? Hello!? Let me out of here!”

But it was to no avail, none would answer his cry for help. He punched the door in frustration, hissing in pain as his knuckles split from the bolts.

“Dammit!…”

He was in trouble. And he knew it.

She had nearly become hopeless. She was in the hands of the enemy, with no way to inform anyone or terminate herself. Night after night she could hear the despairing cries of other women who were captive just like her, asking for their children which had been taken away from them when they were brought here. It did little good to keep the morale.

She had resigned to the fact that she was stuck here, and that no one was coming for her. No one would be coming for them either. The only thing she could hope for was to piss the good professor off enough that he would change and pulverize her to save her the shame and the pain of being used for human experiments.

Her attention was drawn elsewhere though when she heard something new. The prisoner placed in the cell next to her was a male. Not only that, but he called out the names of three people that clicked instantly in her mind. She stood up, walking over to the small opening in the wall and speaking into it.

“Who’s that?”

He looked up from cradling his injury, looking around for the source of the voice that came into his cell.

“Huh? Where-?”

‘Here!’ the voice called again and he went over to the partition, looking into it. Through the opening, he could see a pair of big brown eyes. He was staring at the face of a woman, a very pretty one from what he could make out.

“Who are you? What is this place?”

She was met with a face, clear blue eyes and blonde curly hair. This was a change, everyone that was brought here were female. There were no males to speak of with the exception of the researchers and the armed guards that patrolled the block.

"Call me Anthea. And you are five miles underground in a research facility belonging to a one Richard Lazarus. You're a sight to see really. I haven't heard any male prisoners, everyone else has been a female from what I can determine. How do you know of those three? Lestrade, Mycroft and who I have to assume you're referring to Daniel Anderson?"

She could make out strange markings on his face, blue lines that had been faded into the skin. It suddenly dawned on her just who her new neighbor was.

"...You're Ram aren't you? The program that was staying with them and researching the incident from four years ago."

It made sense now, he was here because they must have figured out that he wasn't human...and would make for an interesting subject.

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ughh...

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The program groaned and sat up, holding a hand to his head. His vision was blurry and he had absolutely no idea of his surroundings. When things started to clear, he found that he was in a tiny room with a tile floor and smooth steel walls with tiny square openings that looked into the adjacent rooms. A heavy door was the only way in and out.

“Where am I?…” His fingers pressed against the cloth bandage that wrapped his head, wincing when they hit a tender spot. That’s right, he remembered it now, that thing had him in it’s grasp and then he hit his head. Standing up, Ram staggered to the door, pounding on it.

“Hello!…Hello is anyone out there?! Let me out! Lestrade? Mycroft? Daniel?! Hello? Hello!? Let me out of here!”

But it was to no avail, none would answer his cry for help. He punched the door in frustration, hissing in pain as his knuckles split from the bolts.

“Dammit!…”

He was in trouble. And he knew it.

She had nearly become hopeless. She was in the hands of the enemy, with no way to inform anyone or terminate herself. Night after night she could hear the despairing cries of other women who were captive just like her, asking for their children which had been taken away from them when they were brought here. It did little good to keep the morale.

She had resigned to the fact that she was stuck here, and that no one was coming for her. No one would be coming for them either. The only thing she could hope for was to piss the good professor off enough that he would change and pulverize her to save her the shame and the pain of being used for human experiments.

Her attention was drawn elsewhere though when she heard something new. The prisoner placed in the cell next to her was a male. Not only that, but he called out the names of three people that clicked instantly in her mind. She stood up, walking over to the small opening in the wall and speaking into it.

"Who's that?"

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OOC: I would just like to say that Dani wins all the awards for magnificent bastard portrayl

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Hmm, blood, yes. I do suppose you’re right. But I know a little secret. -he grinned and put a finger to his lips- Not really supposed to tell anyone, but you’re not the only one who can root through peoples’ lives. -he motioned at the capsule on the counter and grinned- Toss it. You won’t be needing it. Not where you two will be going.

Now then. Onto our favorite part! The secret! -he kept the laser pointed squarely at Anthea and smirked, moving a few steps closer until there was little space left between them.- You want to know what I’ve heard from a reliable little birdy? Oh I just bet you do. -he shrugged his shoulders and smirked- Now, between you and me, I hear that you’ve taken quite the fancy to Molly Hooper and she’s taken a bit of liking to you too, hasn’t she? Well, that makes everything better, and maybe -he frowned, sticking his lip out to pout- a bit worse.

-he circled around Anthea, the laser directed all the way around at vital organs and humming threateningly- Molly is such a sweet girl, a bit dense, but very sweet. Did you know she made me sandwiches and tea today? Bless her soul. But -he came back around to face her- We’ve run into a tiny problem, and now, thanks to you and your meddling, she’s been dragged into it. Not exactly kicking and screaming, because right now she really can’t do either. -he put a hand over his mouth and backed up a bit for emphasis- Not going to be doing much of anything if you try anything funny. Now what say you to a little evening walk, hmm? Nice and quiet and Molly won’t have to get hurt. 

If looks could kill, the increasing rage that she felt building up became clear as day on her face as he went on about Molly. How dare he do anything to that innocent girl! To take advantage of her trusting nature like that! Her breathing increased as she glared at him, half tempted to cut out his throat with a quick swipe of the knife that was concealed in the barrette that was holding part of her hair up. 

But she knew about The Master, and such a wound wouldn’t last, he would only regenerate from it, and that meant risking Molly’s safety. No. She couldn’t allow that…even if he was bluffing, she wasn’t about to take that chance.  She regained her composure, taking a deep breath through her nose before she exhaled, that calm and collected look reappearing on her face as she looked at the malcontent before her.

“Fine. Only on your word that no harm will come to her if I go with you and you let her go so she can get on with her life.”

“Oh I can promise you she won’t be hurt, but I can’t let her go. Not now, no. Not when she’s already so deep,” He shrugged his shoulders. “Of course, you only have yourself to blame for this. She and I could have had tea and lunch and we would have parted as likely friends,” He shook his head, frowning again like the woman in front of him had just committed some terrible travesty. “She trusted you, Anthea. And you led her right into harm’s way,” The Master’s eyebrows rose and he seized her by the arm, shaking her a bit. “She trusted you. And what did you do? Well, it’s a far lot worse than anything I’ve done!”

He cackled, briefly, voice fluctuating as his skin seemed to vanish for a split second, revealing no more than two glossy eyes in a rattling skull with the devil’s grin plastered across its solid features. It flashed again, sparking like electricity before he settled into himself again. “You see, Molly could have very well been an innocent bystander, but you just couldn’t say no.” He shook his head in disappointment. “And now poor Molly is paying for your mistakes.” 

He didn’t much care for people rooting around his personal affairs, not one bit. Not when he had so much riding on this project, this surprise for the wonderful Doctor. The Government’s PA was lucky he didn’t just kill her there without offering a second chance. Maybe he was getting soft. “It doesn’t really matter. You’ll be able to tell her yourself just how sorry you are, and then off you go. There is still a bit of bonding left between us that we can’t have you spoiling,”

She gasped with a start as her arm was so forcibly grasped and her body was shaken. She tried to wrench herself free but it may as well have been held in an iron vice. Time Lords weren’t human no, but she had never heard of this being on their repertoire of abilities, at least not from the information obtained on The Doctor in Torchwood’s Archives. As if his strength weren’t enough to put the pit of dread in her stomach it was what she saw next.

Her face was overcome with shock and horror at that maniacal grin, the flesh giving way for just a brief second to reveal the skull and those horrible eyes. Had she hallucinated that? She grew cold, almost afraid that she would swoon from the horrid sight. But she swallowed the bile that had crawled up her throat to the tip of her tongue. Was it her fault? Was she the reason that Molly was tied up in this. She closed her eyes, a pained expression coming over her face.

“She has nothing to do with this you devil..!” She snarled, taking another deep breath to regain her composure. “I was doing my job, she is blissfully unaware any transgressions you and your ‘pet’ committed, just like everyone else out there…If he had not been so sloppy as to leave the bodies where police could find them, perhaps none of this would have had to happen…”

She opened her eyes, glaring at him again.

“If you harm her in any way…you can be sure that the both of you will live to regret it. I promise you that.”

“Nothing to do with this?” His hand released her arm and he seized her head, gripping it, pressing his thumbs into her temples and forcing her to look at him, directly at him. “Nothing! Do children have nothing to do with the evil of their parents! Is it just doing your job when you poke your nose into places it never should have been!” Spit began to glisten on his lips as he snarled at her, his voice growing more manic with every words. “No, there are no devils here, Anthea. No Gods to save you. It’s just you and me.” 

The Master pressed his thumbs harder into her temples, grinding into the sensitive bone of her skull. His eyes narrowed to dark slits in that face, contorted with rage and hatred. “I was a child, I was innocent,” He spat the word at her. “And then, in the middle of the night, they brought me there, to stare into the time vortex, the whole of time and space. Now I here them, I’ve heard them ever since…” He shook her firmly again, making her look into his eyes. “That drumming. A beat of four, always that same noise! Can’t you hear it!” He pressed his forehead to hers, the quick rhythm of four beats repeating over and over again, without end. 

He pushed her back after a few moments, rolling his neck on his shoulders. The flickering had settled, his face retaining more normalcy now that he had regained more control. “Molly will be staying in my care and you will be going to visit a friend,” He walked over and picked Anthea up by the arm again, looking at her with that cheeky smile of his. “She will remain safe so long as you remain quiet. And do play nice,” He patted her cheek with the fingertips of the hand still holding the laser screwdriver. “I don’t like my pets coming to harm,”

She cringed, crying out as his fingers dug so painfully into her head, her wide and terrified eyes squinting shut as the pressure began to build. She could barely make any sense of his insane rambling, what was he speaking of? What drums? The harsh shake given to her was almost enough to rattle her brain against her skull as she looked into those eyes, that face twisted with such hatred.

She gasped then, she could hear it in her head, that steady rhythm, the beat of four, so loud, so relentless. It was no wonder he had gone insane...or perhaps were they a side effect of that insanity. It didn't matter though, he was stark raving mad, and beyond any help that could be offered. She cried out again, it felt like he was grinding her skull to dust with how hard he had those digits digging into her scalp.

She hit the counter harshly when he pushed her back, wincing again as her hand went to her back out of instinct, she glared at him through those dark locks, panting. Her head was throbbing from the pain, bruising already starting to form beneath the skin where his thumbs had been.

"You intend to give me to that thing..." She growled as she was pulled forward again, narrowing her eyes as she looked upon The Master's. "I don't see the incentive to play nice knowing that creature intends to suck me dry like the rest of his victims. I can't say that your word is worth any merit either..."

She jerked her cheek away when he put his fingertips to it.

"What sort of proof can you offer in that you haven't harmed her yet?"

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Hmm, blood, yes. I do suppose you’re right. But I know a little secret. -he grinned and put a finger to his lips- Not really supposed to tell anyone, but you’re not the only one who can root through peoples’ lives. -he motioned at the capsule on the counter and grinned- Toss it. You won’t be needing it. Not where you two will be going.

Now then. Onto our favorite part! The secret! -he kept the laser pointed squarely at Anthea and smirked, moving a few steps closer until there was little space left between them.- You want to know what I’ve heard from a reliable little birdy? Oh I just bet you do. -he shrugged his shoulders and smirked- Now, between you and me, I hear that you’ve taken quite the fancy to Molly Hooper and she’s taken a bit of liking to you too, hasn’t she? Well, that makes everything better, and maybe -he frowned, sticking his lip out to pout- a bit worse.

-he circled around Anthea, the laser directed all the way around at vital organs and humming threateningly- Molly is such a sweet girl, a bit dense, but very sweet. Did you know she made me sandwiches and tea today? Bless her soul. But -he came back around to face her- We’ve run into a tiny problem, and now, thanks to you and your meddling, she’s been dragged into it. Not exactly kicking and screaming, because right now she really can’t do either. -he put a hand over his mouth and backed up a bit for emphasis- Not going to be doing much of anything if you try anything funny. Now what say you to a little evening walk, hmm? Nice and quiet and Molly won’t have to get hurt. 

If looks could kill, the increasing rage that she felt building up became clear as day on her face as he went on about Molly. How dare he do anything to that innocent girl! To take advantage of her trusting nature like that! Her breathing increased as she glared at him, half tempted to cut out his throat with a quick swipe of the knife that was concealed in the barrette that was holding part of her hair up. 

But she knew about The Master, and such a wound wouldn’t last, he would only regenerate from it, and that meant risking Molly’s safety. No. She couldn’t allow that…even if he was bluffing, she wasn’t about to take that chance.  She regained her composure, taking a deep breath through her nose before she exhaled, that calm and collected look reappearing on her face as she looked at the malcontent before her.

“Fine. Only on your word that no harm will come to her if I go with you and you let her go so she can get on with her life.”

“Oh I can promise you she won’t be hurt, but I can’t let her go. Not now, no. Not when she’s already so deep,” He shrugged his shoulders. “Of course, you only have yourself to blame for this. She and I could have had tea and lunch and we would have parted as likely friends,” He shook his head, frowning again like the woman in front of him had just committed some terrible travesty. “She trusted you, Anthea. And you led her right into harm’s way,” The Master’s eyebrows rose and he seized her by the arm, shaking her a bit. “She trusted you. And what did you do? Well, it’s a far lot worse than anything I’ve done!”

He cackled, briefly, voice fluctuating as his skin seemed to vanish for a split second, revealing no more than two glossy eyes in a rattling skull with the devil’s grin plastered across its solid features. It flashed again, sparking like electricity before he settled into himself again. “You see, Molly could have very well been an innocent bystander, but you just couldn’t say no.” He shook his head in disappointment. “And now poor Molly is paying for your mistakes.” 

He didn’t much care for people rooting around his personal affairs, not one bit. Not when he had so much riding on this project, this surprise for the wonderful Doctor. The Government’s PA was lucky he didn’t just kill her there without offering a second chance. Maybe he was getting soft. “It doesn’t really matter. You’ll be able to tell her yourself just how sorry you are, and then off you go. There is still a bit of bonding left between us that we can’t have you spoiling,”

She gasped with a start as her arm was so forcibly grasped and her body was shaken. She tried to wrench herself free but it may as well have been held in an iron vice. Time Lords weren't human no, but she had never heard of this being on their repertoire of abilities, at least not from the information obtained on The Doctor in Torchwood's Archives. As if his strength weren't enough to put the pit of dread in her stomach it was what she saw next.

Her face was overcome with shock and horror at that maniacal grin, the flesh giving way for just a brief second to reveal the skull and those horrible eyes. Had she hallucinated that? She grew cold, almost afraid that she would swoon from the horrid sight. But she swallowed the bile that had crawled up her throat to the tip of her tongue. Was it her fault? Was she the reason that Molly was tied up in this. She closed her eyes, a pained expression coming over her face.

"She has nothing to do with this you devil..!" She snarled, taking another deep breath to regain her composure. "I was doing my job, she is blissfully unaware any transgressions you and your 'pet' committed, just like everyone else out there...If he had not been so sloppy as to leave the bodies where police could find them, perhaps none of this would have had to happen..."

She opened her eyes, glaring at him again.

"If you harm her in any way...you can be sure that the both of you will live to regret it. I promise you that."

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rejoiceyourlordandmaster:

britgovpa:

rejoiceyourlordandmaster:

britgovpa:

Oh Miss Anthea~

rejoiceyourlordandmaster:

britgovpa:

rejoiceyourlordandmaster:

Come out and plaaaa~aaay

What do you want? You have only ten seconds to explain yourself before I have you dragged off for trespassing on my property.

Oh~ so feisty. I like it. But I’m afraid you and I won’t have much time to play. My dear sweet pet is looking forward to your arrival. Really not best to keep him waiting you know. Don’t worry. You’ll be comfortable, well taken care of.  

You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t sound too thrilled at that notion Mr. Saxon. And I hardly intend to go anywhere, work to be done and all while my boss is on holiday. Someone has to keep this country afloat in his absence and out of the hands of hoodlums like yourself. *She secretly tucked her hand into one of the pockets of her purse behind her, removing what to most would appear to be a lipstick case but to her a handy tool of defense in tight situations*

Well you’ve done a rather good job. But you see, I can’t have you and your superior spreading lies about. Those were very personal, private files you sent out. I’d very much appreciate that you didn’t do that. Ever. In fact, I don’t think you will! -he pulled the laser screwdriver from his pocket and pointed it at her with a gleeful little smile- Now then, I have no qualms in killing you but that wouldn’t get my point across too well, what with you being dead and all, so you’ll do well to empty your hands and take a slow step forward, like a good girl. -he waved the screwdriver in a small circle, nodding his head.- We have a busy day ahead of us, Miss Anthea. A very very busy day, and I know there’s a certain Miss Molly Hooper waiting to see you as well. 

*She tensed visibly at the sight of that thing, she had a good idea of what it was used for. She only had one shot, should she miss it would be a fatal one for her. She grit her teeth and hesitantly released the capsule, letting it rest on the counter again as she took a step forward.*

Yes, rather odd that every story should be pulled from public news sites regarding the affair. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that Mr. Saxon now would you? I mean after all, a man who poured so much money into the affair and had assets and investments within that particular company would want any and all traces of evidence removed so that it wouldn’t smear his campaign for PM hm? Fortunately we’re smarter than that.

*he brow furrowed slightly at the mention of Molly, but after a fleeting moment her face returned to that calm neutral expression*

Molly has nothing to do with this. Whatever your intentions are, I would suggest leaving a civilian out of this sordid affair. Unless you would like to have more blood on your hands and on your record. Your issue is with us. Not them.

Hmm, blood, yes. I do suppose you’re right. But I know a little secret. -he grinned and put a finger to his lips- Not really supposed to tell anyone, but you’re not the only one who can root through peoples’ lives. -he motioned at the capsule on the counter and grinned- Toss it. You won’t be needing it. Not where you two will be going.

Now then. Onto our favorite part! The secret! -he kept the laser pointed squarely at Anthea and smirked, moving a few steps closer until there was little space left between them.- You want to know what I’ve heard from a reliable little birdy? Oh I just bet you do. -he shrugged his shoulders and smirked- Now, between you and me, I hear that you’ve taken quite the fancy to Molly Hooper and she’s taken a bit of liking to you too, hasn’t she? Well, that makes everything better, and maybe -he frowned, sticking his lip out to pout- a bit worse.

-he circled around Anthea, the laser directed all the way around at vital organs and humming threateningly- Molly is such a sweet girl, a bit dense, but very sweet. Did you know she made me sandwiches and tea today? Bless her soul. But -he came back around to face her- We’ve run into a tiny problem, and now, thanks to you and your meddling, she’s been dragged into it. Not exactly kicking and screaming, because right now she really can’t do either. -he put a hand over his mouth and backed up a bit for emphasis- Not going to be doing much of anything if you try anything funny. Now what say you to a little evening walk, hmm? Nice and quiet and Molly won’t have to get hurt. 

If looks could kill, the increasing rage that she felt building up became clear as day on her face as he went on about Molly. How dare he do anything to that innocent girl! To take advantage of her trusting nature like that! Her breathing increased as she glared at him, half tempted to cut out his throat with a quick swipe of the knife that was concealed in the barrette that was holding part of her hair up. 

But she knew about The Master, and such a wound wouldn't last, he would only regenerate from it, and that meant risking Molly's safety. No. She couldn't allow that...even if he was bluffing, she wasn't about to take that chance.  She regained her composure, taking a deep breath through her nose before she exhaled, that calm and collected look reappearing on her face as she looked at the malcontent before her.

"Fine. Only on your word that no harm will come to her if I go with you and you let her go so she can get on with her life."

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rejoiceyourlordandmaster:

britgovpa:

Oh Miss Anthea~

rejoiceyourlordandmaster:

britgovpa:

rejoiceyourlordandmaster:

Come out and plaaaa~aaay

What do you want? You have only ten seconds to explain yourself before I have you dragged off for trespassing on my property.

Oh~ so feisty. I like it. But I’m afraid you and I won’t have much time to play. My dear sweet pet is looking forward to your arrival. Really not best to keep him waiting you know. Don’t worry. You’ll be comfortable, well taken care of.  

You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t sound too thrilled at that notion Mr. Saxon. And I hardly intend to go anywhere, work to be done and all while my boss is on holiday. Someone has to keep this country afloat in his absence and out of the hands of hoodlums like yourself. *She secretly tucked her hand into one of the pockets of her purse behind her, removing what to most would appear to be a lipstick case but to her a handy tool of defense in tight situations*

Well you’ve done a rather good job. But you see, I can’t have you and your superior spreading lies about. Those were very personal, private files you sent out. I’d very much appreciate that you didn’t do that. Ever. In fact, I don’t think you will! -he pulled the laser screwdriver from his pocket and pointed it at her with a gleeful little smile- Now then, I have no qualms in killing you but that wouldn’t get my point across too well, what with you being dead and all, so you’ll do well to empty your hands and take a slow step forward, like a good girl. -he waved the screwdriver in a small circle, nodding his head.- We have a busy day ahead of us, Miss Anthea. A very very busy day, and I know there’s a certain Miss Molly Hooper waiting to see you as well. 

*She tensed visibly at the sight of that thing, she had a good idea of what it was used for. She only had one shot, should she miss it would be a fatal one for her. She grit her teeth and hesitantly released the capsule, letting it rest on the counter again as she took a step forward.*

Yes, rather odd that every story should be pulled from public news sites regarding the affair. You wouldn't have had anything to do with that Mr. Saxon now would you? I mean after all, a man who poured so much money into the affair and had assets and investments within that particular company would want any and all traces of evidence removed so that it wouldn't smear his campaign for PM hm? Fortunately we're smarter than that.

*he brow furrowed slightly at the mention of Molly, but after a fleeting moment her face returned to that calm neutral expression*

Molly has nothing to do with this. Whatever your intentions are, I would suggest leaving a civilian out of this sordid affair. Unless you would like to have more blood on your hands and on your record. Your issue is with us. Not them.

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[britgovpa-blog]

rejoiceyourlordandmaster:

britgovpa:

rejoiceyourlordandmaster:

Come out and plaaaa~aaay

What do you want? You have only ten seconds to explain yourself before I have you dragged off for trespassing on my property.

Oh~ so feisty. I like it. But I’m afraid you and I won’t have much time to play. My dear sweet pet is looking forward to your arrival. Really not best to keep him waiting you know. Don’t worry. You’ll be comfortable, well taken care of.  

You'll have to excuse me if I don't sound too thrilled at that notion Mr. Saxon. And I hardly intend to go anywhere, work to be done and all while my boss is on holiday. Someone has to keep this country afloat in his absence and out of the hands of hoodlums like yourself. *She secretly tucked her hand into one of the pockets of her purse behind her, removing what to most would appear to be a lipstick case but to her a handy tool of defense in tight situations*

[rejoiceyourlordandmaster-blog]

Oh Miss Anthea~

[britgovpa-blog]

rejoiceyourlordandmaster:

Come out and plaaaa~aaay

What do you want? You have only ten seconds to explain yourself before I have you dragged off for trespassing on my property.

[britgovpa-blog]

alwayswithumbrella:

britgovpa:

alwayswithumbrella:

britgovpa:

alwayswithumbrella:

britgovpa:

alwayswithumbrella:

britgovpa:

alwayswithumbrella replied to your post: Anthea, I hope I haven’t reached you at a bad time. But I need you to retrieve a few files for me. When you have the time of course. You must be terribly busy. Thank you again though for your help. Always appreciated.

Just a few files, shouldn’t be too many. Should be under Lazarus, Richard. We seem to have run into a bit of a problem

Lazarus? I haven’t heard that name in a few years. He was the one responsible for discovering the so called ‘fountain of youth’ right? Except things went horribly awry…All the witnesses were slapped with a gag order if I recall.

Indeed. Bodies have been turning up State side, identical to bodies found at the scenes. I have a feeling our boy really isn’t dead. I just hope I’m wrong.

I will send those along right away… Hopefully the police will find them useful. I will see if I can get ahold of any witnesses that were there that day and assure them that they would be under full protection should they decide to tell their tale.

Thank you, Anthea. It is greatly appreciated. How are things with you and Molly? Everything alright over there without me? You know how much I worry.

Things are going along fine. Although I’m a little concerned. She seems to have drawn the attention of a certain former Prime Minister. I’m not sure I trust his intentions with her.

Harold Saxon? That is cause for concern. Keep an eye on her, Anthea, by any means necessary. The poor girl is a bit prone to follow anyone who gives her a kind word. You seem rather fond of her and I wouldn’t want trouble coming to her if she means that much. Keep me informed when you can. I’ll be awaiting those files. May as well send the ones over for Saxon as well.

Yes of course. I don’t know what I would do if any harm were to come to her. I will keep an eye on the situation and let you know should anything happen. I’m sending the files now. They should show up in your inbox momentarily.

Thank you again, Anthea. Do try and get some sleep now. Don’t want to keep you up too terribly late. Give my regards to Molly next you see her.

Yes sir. I will sir. And please, be safe.

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alwayswithumbrella:

britgovpa:

alwayswithumbrella:

britgovpa:

alwayswithumbrella:

britgovpa:

alwayswithumbrella replied to your post: Anthea, I hope I haven’t reached you at a bad time. But I need you to retrieve a few files for me. When you have the time of course. You must be terribly busy. Thank you again though for your help. Always appreciated.

Just a few files, shouldn’t be too many. Should be under Lazarus, Richard. We seem to have run into a bit of a problem

Lazarus? I haven’t heard that name in a few years. He was the one responsible for discovering the so called ‘fountain of youth’ right? Except things went horribly awry…All the witnesses were slapped with a gag order if I recall.

Indeed. Bodies have been turning up State side, identical to bodies found at the scenes. I have a feeling our boy really isn’t dead. I just hope I’m wrong.

I will send those along right away… Hopefully the police will find them useful. I will see if I can get ahold of any witnesses that were there that day and assure them that they would be under full protection should they decide to tell their tale.

Thank you, Anthea. It is greatly appreciated. How are things with you and Molly? Everything alright over there without me? You know how much I worry.

Things are going along fine. Although I’m a little concerned. She seems to have drawn the attention of a certain former Prime Minister. I’m not sure I trust his intentions with her.

Harold Saxon? That is cause for concern. Keep an eye on her, Anthea, by any means necessary. The poor girl is a bit prone to follow anyone who gives her a kind word. You seem rather fond of her and I wouldn’t want trouble coming to her if she means that much. Keep me informed when you can. I’ll be awaiting those files. May as well send the ones over for Saxon as well.

Yes of course. I don't know what I would do if any harm were to come to her. I will keep an eye on the situation and let you know should anything happen. I'm sending the files now. They should show up in your inbox momentarily.