Doctor Who:
Countdown"Good morning, this is Good Day New York." The announcer's face filled the video screen; his smile well practiced from either years of professionalism or years of boredom, it was hard to say.
"Repeating the top stories of the day. Michael Jordan has announced that he's giving up retirement to wear a Bulls' jersey. In other news, fire appears to have broken out in one of the upper floors of the Twin Towers."
It never ceased to amaze him the priority that Americans placed on their lives: the return of an icon -- a photo op -- continued to take precedence over matters of life, death and survival.
Reaching out a long, manicured hand, he switched off the monitor and glanced at his Rolex -- one of the few truly worthwhile pieces of European technology. He'd decided that in the coming war, that this bit of Swiss manufacturing would be allowed to survive.
Less than 15 minutes.
He laughed to himself.
Insolence, arrogance, political favoritism . . . it would all come crashing down in a matter of moments.
Time, which had been an enemy for so long, was finally being turned to his advantage.
How easy it had all been. Far too easy. Fanaticism was so easily manipulated, proving beyond a doubt that despite millions of years of evolution, humans still functioned with a group mind, a herd mentality.
The Taliban would do what he expected, as would the Americans . . . and the British . . . and the French . . . and the Israelis . . . the list went on.
He was no longer interested in mere vengeance, that had long since passed. How he hated this cursed planet in this godforsaken spot of Muter's Spiral. Complete annihilation was what he craved!
Checking his appearance -- one must so look the part when dealing with inferiors -- The Master stepped from his TARDIS to address his loyal followers.
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