Strangers we've already met

A meeting with The Master

All in all The Master was pleased. He had destroyed half of Japan, tortured Harkness and had a sighting of Martha Jones in Europe, it wasn't even lunch time. And he found what he had been looking for ever since he heard her name.

He whistled I song he had heard on the constant radio networks of his favourite music which ran twenty four hours a day incase he was bored and needed something soothing, humans maybe mindless sheep but at least the music wasn't that bad. Shame it would be closed down next week and all its members killed as it was reported that they had complained about playing the same songs, it wasn't The Masters fault he had selective tastes. The Doctor was brought out from what the former Harold Saxon liked to call 'The Doctors' doggie pen' and sat in the T.V. room. (A white cinema style room with a dark red sofa where The Master liked to watch his programs.) Without a word The Master began his new torture, and handed the Doctor a photo of a blonde female looking no older than nineteen, grinning in the past the camera, as though she wasn't aware it was even there.

"You see some time ago I heard you and your friend having a little chat about a woman, and I just couldn't help but find out who she was, maybe I had thought to myself," The Master pondered. "I could have brought her here and we could have caught up on old times." He finished lightly. His eyes trained on the old man stood before him rigid as if about to strike, but the younger looking man knew this would never happen. Not now and not after this.

"Only problem is she isn't here is she?" The Master mocked in a voice that even the youngest child would find offensive. "My sources however managed to retrieve this from Torchwood one, you may remember it's the one at Canary Wharf. And they found this," he held up a tape.

"Everything you ever needed to know about Rose Tyler, and now I know that, I know how to destroy you." Turning on his heal the world leader of Earth put the tape into the machine and pressed play.

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