"Wait, Doctor," Jack called after him rushing to catch up. The Doctor paused in the doorway of the TARDIS, impatient to go out. His eyes narrowed as Jack reached into his pocket pulling out at a collar. "I know you don't like the collar, but if I take you in there without one, they are immediately going to suspect something is wrong."

"So I have to look like a dog for them to be happy," The Doctor hissed at Jack unhappily. His eyes narrowed further as Jack nodded. The Doctor thought about it a moment. As much as he wanted to check the factories the fake microchip on his arm was as far as he was willing to go to show that he was a slave, because one he figured out the Master's plot, no one would ever call him a slave again. He would make sure of that. On the other hand, if he didn't wear the collar the people at the factory would be suspicious of him and that would stop his plans before he was even able to start. Irritated he grabbed the collar, latching it around his own neck without Jack's help.

"I'm sorry, Doctor," Jack apologized as he reached for his coat.

"You should be," The Doctor snapped at him. Knowing he had to play the part of the slave, the Doctor fell back letting Jack exit the TARDIS first. He kept his head hung as he followed Jack up to the entrance of the factories. All around him, people were coming and going but no one paid attention to the two of them and the Doctor had hope that they were going to pull this off. That they were going to get the information that they needed. They stopped and Jack cleared his throat as he stood there. The Doctor looked up to see they were standing in front of the doors to the factory.

"Not very well trained is he?" A man laughed as he exited the building.

"He's learning," Jack responded. Realizing what Jack was waiting for, the Doctor rushed around him to open the door. He held it while Jack entered before following after him. "Good pet."

"I will leave you here," the Doctor hissed under his breath. Jack ignored him as he headed to the security desk that sat in the corner. The Doctor followed one step behind, trying not to look around too much as they walked. Even if he was curious he would be able to review Jack's recordings later from the glasses.

"Can I help you?" the security officer behind the desk asked as Jack approached.

"Yes, I am looking into moving near here and would like my slave to work outside of the home. I understand that your factory is currently hiring and would be interested in possibly getting him a job here," Jack told the man. The man nodded.

"You will want to speak with our hiring representative. She is just down the hall and to your right," the guard explained.

"Thank you. Come along," Jack told the Doctor heading down the hall. The Doctor followed him, trying not to glare as he walked. As they entered the office, Jack gave the same speech to the woman sitting behind the desk. She was more than happy to give Jack the paperwork for him to fill out and Jack took it tucking it under his arm. "Would you mind if we were giving a tour of the facility?"

"I am sorry sir, but we don't normally give a tour before the slave is hired," the woman explained. Jack smiled at her leaning slightly on the desk.

"I know, but he is a bit of a handful and I would feel better if I could see the factory before I had him come here every day. I don't want to give you a slave who can't do the work as much as you wouldn't want to hire him," Jack told her. She nodded.

"We haven't had a problem with a slave yet, sir. As you can see from the paperwork." She took it flipping it a few pages. "By having him come work here you are agreeing that we can use punishment if and when it becomes necessary."

"What kind of punishment?" Jack asked as he read over the paper. He didn't know why people would send their slaves to work in the factories when it clearly said that the factory was allowed to punish the slave. Then again it also promised that the slave would not be punished in a way that made it unable to work or left long term scars. Not that that made Jack feel any better.

"Usually just a spanking. Although some slaves we have had to place in isolation until they calmed down, but that is only on rare occasions," the woman explained. Jack nodded. He wasn't about to push to see the factory floor as the woman had made it clear that it wasn't an option. Instead, he turned leading the Doctor out of the office. They left the building with the Doctor remembering to open the door and hold it for Jack as he left. Returning to the TARDIS, the Doctor took off the collar, throwing it across the control room.

"Well, that was useless," he hissed irritably.

"I agree. On the other hand, I did get you an application and if you get a job there you would be able to explore the factory without them being suspicious of you," Jack informed him. The Doctor glared at him.

"So they can spank me and then isolate me when I misbehave," The Doctor questioned angrily. "I would rather die." Going to the console he changed the coordinates on it heading towards the next factory. There had to be a way for him to find out what was happening inside without going to work for one of them and he was going to find it. Even if it took him going to every single factory in England. Jack just sighed as he took a seat on the captain's chair. He had the feeling that he was going to be in for a long day.