A N: I don't own Doctor Who. Not owning is Cool.


"Quite ones the worst…" Missy, A.K.A. Harold Saxon, A.K.A. the Master said from her holding chair in the galley of the presidential plane as Osgood inspected with a puzzled look the handcuffs that had inexplicably appeared in her pocket.

"Those aren't mine…" She muttered, not noticing as Missy, A.K.A. Harold Saxon, A.K.A the Master had started to rouge her lips…

"She's gotten free!" one of the two trained, heavily armed guards (Guards who probably had to attend a monthly seminar on the various threats that had attacked planet earth in the past) currently guarding her shouted as he aimed his riffle at her.

Missy didn't even have the time to move as a round bullets passed through her.

"Fools!" Missy shrieked as she started her regeneration, "Do you think some flimsy bullets…"

Another round of bullets tore through her, effectively stopping her regeneration as she died with a scream.

Osgood could only stare in open shock at the two guards.

"We're Americans..." One of them said as he shrugged, like it did explain everything.

Later, during the Doctor's obligatory temper tantrum over the Master's death, Osgood discovered Missy's bracelet, effectively using it to burn the Clouds of Cyber Undeath by ordering the Cyber Army to suicide bomb the Atmosphere.

And so the Master's Master Plan failed because two overzealous guards decided to do their job and react when their prisoner had gotten free, instead then watch blankly ahead, waiting to be disintegrated.