Jack was dragged through the corridors of the Valiant. Torchwood had actually helped build this prison. He himself had donated funds from the institute. He had even appeared at a board meeting with the Ministry of Defence, (something he had never done before), and argued that Harold Saxon's case about the Valiant would be a good investment. Well, Jack was sure of one thing. He wanted his money back.
He was roughly tugged to a stop and a guard turned to punch an activation code into a numerical pad by a door. He knew where that door went. Into hell. He would die and come back to life. They would come and take him again.
Waiting for the voice identification to be completed he glanced around. He had already seen everything this corridor had to offer on previous visits. It had wooden walls, no pictures but a small observation window opposite him. It looked into the conference room. He was surprised to find it empty. Of course the Master and Lucy didn't spend all their time there, preferring other activities but there was always a guard for the Doctor, whose tent was empty.
"Theta?"
The voice had come from inside the room. He couldn't see the door from where he was but it sounded like the Mater.
"Theta?"
Who was he talking to? Who was Theta? It doesn't sound like an earth name. Great, more aliens.
"Theta?"
"Koschei."
Jack jumped. The guard prodded him. The second voice had come from behind the railings. Someone was crouched there.
"Theta. I was worried." The Master was being sarcastic, laughing.
"Koschei." The man raised his head. It was the Doctor. "Stop it now, Koschei."
The Master ignored him. "Old names die hard, don't they, Theta-Sigma?"
Jack saw the Doctor's eye darken. He had no idea what insult had just been delivered.
But it was time.
The voice ident went through.
The door opened.
And he was flung through.
To the world below.
