Crime doesn't pay

*the Master stepped out of his TARDIS, slipping into the streets of Washington, a cold smile upon his face.... oh how he loved America... the one place they didn't care about the fact that he carried a TCE everywhere... okay so they didn't know it was more than just a gun most of the time... but elsewhere that wouldn't change a thing... he gave a vicious smile as he recalled the last time he came here... he had intended for the President to meet his newest Advisor.. Colonel Masterson...but he'd been distracted by that girl.. he couldn't remember her name now.. he doubted she'd given one.. (Bloodshock).. he could use her though... amnesia was such a useful toy... but this time the newest adviser would be met.. just that his name was Mr. Magister instead.. much more subtle* *what had the Chronovore told him..... this city built in the continuum itself... they were just legends... ones that he hadn't really heard before though... the continuum itself eh... the Master frowned... the TARDIS generally went in and out of the continuum fairly fast... these.. darkblood the Chronovore told him about... could that be Kae... or was it the other being inside her head... or possibly even both... he frowned lightly... that was the main important information... he scratched his chin.. how could he find out more.. if the Chronovores knew no more... there was no help for it... he'd have to find the demon-creature again and interrogate her a bit more.. find out what she knows... he was a master of torture... though he preferred mental abuse, in this case he might have to fall back on physical... after all... it was very difficult to get through to her... oh he could control her easily enough... if it weren't that she had help from someone on the inside of her mind.. almost as if she were controlled already...*

*She's bored......things have been too easy lately, way too easy...She walks down the street watching people, occasionally lifting a wallet...no-one the wiser to her pilfering....either she was getting damn good at this, or no-one cared....no-one was this lucky.....she stops and leans against a brick wall, her eyes scanning the passing people as she reachies into a pocket and pulls out a smoke....wonder if I can find something a little more challenging*

*the Master... like all others... didn't seem to notice her... no-one really knew that unlike others, the Master missed nothing.. but as long as she didn't try stealing from /him/... she would be fine.... why should he care if some foolish human got their pocket picked?*

*one stands out in the crowd, one somehow different and her hooded gaze turns towards him a smile crossing her lips...now there might be an interesting target....but does he have anything worth lifting? she watches him closely, observing him like a silent hunter stalking its prey....would he be worth the effort...or maybe she should try another town...the people around here don't seem to care or react when money vanishes...a town full of politicians it must happen often..too often for her to have any fun*

*he leaned against the wall... his hand fingering the TCE in his pocket every now and then, his dark eyes staring at a space in front of him, as he was lost in thought, thinking of how to accomplish his aims* How can I do this? *he pondered to himself... thinking of course about the problem that this 'darkblood' that the Chronovore had told him about was going to cause him... he was thinking slightly as well about his plans with Scor to conquer Arcadia, but that was peripheral to his needs... after all, it was a primitive society... if it weren't for the sweetening that it could be offered to Scorscha he wouldn't waste his time with it... of course he mustn't allow her to realise that.. if she realised that Arcadia was nothing to him she may decide that it would be better to go alone...*

*A smile crosses lips as she watches him repeatedly reach into his pocket....there was something there, she peers at the pocket, trying ot decipher its shape...a gun maybe? wallet?..curiosity gets the better of her... she crushes the smoke out then pushes herself off the wall... moving casually with the crowd.... she watches him discretely as she approaches, then as she passes by lightly and quickly reaches into the pocket trying to grab its contents and continue on her way, flowing with the crowd as if nothing had happened*

*his hand snapped out at that instant, moving to grasp around her wrist* You have something of mine I believe. *it wouldn't do her much good at any rate... even the smartest people of this century wouldn't be able to figure it out... the Master had created it himself, and he was from a time faaaaar off in the future... possibly a time when the Earth didn't even exist anymore.... but that didn't stop him from sneering* Next time, don't try to steal from one such as me... *he didn't bother with trying to hypnotise her... a mere thief was what she was... and he didn't bother with thieves... except at times to kill them*

*She blinks as the hand goes around her wrist...not many were that fast, in fact the only ones she had know to be that fast were the freaks at the lair..she smiles innocently* I don't know what you're talking about.

*his hand gripping tightly around her wrist... he was immensely strong in fact... no mere human could be so strong... but all Time Lords were stronger than humans... it's why even the demons treaded warily around their race... NOT the Daemons... but they were a special case* Oh I think you know what I'm talking about. Return it and we'll say no more about it.. *he was lying.. but could she tell he was?*

*She mentally winces as he squeezes her wrist...she was strong, stronger than most unnaturals,her bones denser... but even she had a limit of endurance...well, she wanted some adventure, something to do...and it loosk like she found it.....was this guy one of 'them' maybe?.. she continues to smile sweetly, her hand slowly being forced open, the contents falling from its grap* You got nothing on me.

Guess what? I don't care... this place doesn't care. I could kill you now, leaving very little remains and no one would give a damn. This is the capital of corruption of the western world. *moving with his other hand to relieve her of TCE* And I have done so many murders that one more won't make the slightest bit of difference to me. You understand me?

*she mentally groans..oh man, not another of these f***ing power freaks, why do I keep encountering them?.......She drops the sweet act and wrenches her wrist from your grasp* Ok Mr. Egomaniac, or would you prefer Mr Psycho? *her tone dripping with sarcasm*

*points his TCE at her* Actually I'd prefer the name Master... *he laughs as if at a joke* And you my friend... tell me... why should I not kill you here and now? Perhaps if you give me a good enough reason I won't...

*She bursts out laughing at that then does a mock bow* Master Jester perhaps? *She straightens up, her gaze dancing with amusement* well number one, I am not your friend, and number two I doubt you could do it

Don't tempt me.... *his TCE was now levelled at her* I have killed for less.. *his gaze reaching for hers... it was either kill her or this... maybe she would be useful to him... he'd have to find out first... before killing her just for annoying him...*

*his gaze doesn't encounter hers, she meets noones gaze..she shakes her head and turns to walk away* I think maybe you have a few whitecoats out looking for you *she chuckles and pauses to pull out a pack of smokes* or maybe they aren't...maybe you're one of the politiicans?

*he gave a calm smile.. his TCE levelled at her* Take one more step and you'll find out exactly how dangerous I can be... *moving swiftly after her* And it will be too late...

*She lights her smoke then exhales towards him* back off bud....your threats don't hold water with me...*She looks around at the passing pedestrians with a bored expression*

Goodbye 'bud'... *and he fired..... he was fairly close... though in theory it was possible he would miss... there was always a possibility except at point-blank or when they weren't ready...*

*the ray hit, and it started it's work... compressing her whole body.. the girl screamed in immense agony as she died... the non-living tissue unable to enable her to survive... the heart couldn't keep up.. nothing was left but a grotesque doll... a close examination would indicate that the doll WAS Rocky.... or someone who knew of the Masters techniques would also recognise his handiwork.. and the Master strolled up to the doll and picked it up, pocketing it, he already knew what he'd do...* Nia's... the Doctor knows that place well...*