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Chapter 8

The Master sat in his TARDIS, checking over the console as he finished his calculations. He knew if this worked, then he could divert the natural resources of several oil rich countries and transfer them to the holding tanks that he had certain corrupt companies build. And they had an infinite storage capacity. He thought how amazing 31st century technology was when used in a 20th century environment. All he needed to do was reverse the neutron flow of the collectors at the vital moment and he would be on the first step to world domination.

Even if it was going to take place in a small country that he really didn't care about. He hated the weather and the fact that there was a Chinese, kebab house and fast food restaurants in every high street. He did prefer fresh fruit after all.

He finished his current calculation and save the information to his TARDIS databank. He opened the double doors and proceeded to resume the mantle of Anthony Delgado, Prime Minister (Damn that Harriet Jones).

He stepped out of his TARDIS which resembled a bookcase and went to his liquor cabinet. Pouring himself a glass of White Zinfrendel, he sat down and contemplated his next step.

A buzz from his intercom brought him back to his senses.

"Yes?"

"Sorry for the interruption, Prime Minister, but the Home Secretary is here to see you."

"At this time? I told you I didn't want disturbed."

"He does say it is rather urgent."

"Very well, send him in."

The Home Secretary, a small man with wisps of hair at the sides of his head, walrus like moustache and a belly to match came in looking either excited or completely scared out of his wits

"Yes Humphrey, what can I do for you at this late hour?"

Humphrey Robinson looked as if he was going to vomit over the desk, which wouldn't do. It really wouldn't do at all.

" I'm sorry for the interruption Prime Minister but we have a slight issue which you need to know about straight away. It's an unwritten rule you see when this situation occurs. The Prime Minister has to know straight away. But this situation hasn't happened since the Slitheen incident a couple of years ago."

Humphrey Robinson seemed to be getting more red cheeked as he kept on talking regarding unwritten rules on what the Prime Minister needs to be kept informed about. From foreign diplomats being caught with secrets to the running out of teabags down in the kitchen of Downing Street.

The Master held up his hand.

"Robinson! You're babbling man. Tell me what you came here to tell me."

"yes sir, sorry sir. The thing is , well the thing you see is…."

"Just tell me man or find yourself fired and made so small you will be the most insignificant member of parliament in history." The Master placed his hand on his Tissue Compression Eliminator just in case.

"We've had a code 9 alert sir"

The Master leaned back on his leather seat, glass in hand and wondered what the man was on about. The TCE in his hand was getting twitchy.

"And what exactly is a Code 9 alert?"

"It's what the security services call it when there is an expert on alien matters in the UK area. This man seems to come and go though as we have no idea of where he stays or lives."

The Master released his hand on the TCE and waited for Robinson to finish his explanation.

"All we know about this man is he has a thing called a TARDIS and he is called the Doctor."

The wine glass slipped from the Master's hand and fell to the floor.

"The Doctor? Are you sure in that?"

"Yes Prime Minister. It's been confirmed as a Code 9"

The Master stood up.

"Thank you Humphrey. Your assistance has been most appreciated."

Robinson stood up

"Thank you Prim….."

A white light filled the room and once it cleared all that was left of Humphrey Robinson, Home Secretary of the UK, married with 3 kids, 2 dogs and a cat was a small doll like figure.

"Well, Doctor it seems even the Time War can't extinguish your light from the universe.

The Master went back to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a far more stronger drink.

And all that could be heard from the Prime Minister's office was an evil deadly laugh.