The Master shoved his hands into his pocket to try and look casual as they walked side by side. As they passed by a drunken man sitting on the curb, he crouched down and took the man's hat, placing it firmly on his head and smiling once more at Rose. "Gotta keep the face hidden." He tapped the hat and laughed lightly. "Well it's a business that obviously makes money. Maybe these people are intimidated by him. Could be why they don't approach him."
"Yeah I guess so..." Rose said quietly, looking behind her as they walked. "If I lived here and saw him in the street I wouldn't approach him. M'sure he's got some people who could maybe…deal with people he doesn't like or agree with." Rose muttered as they continued to casually walk, trying not to seem as though she didn't fit in, even though it was clearly obvious. The few people on the street seemed to stare at them, but The Master didn't even seem fazed. Maybe he was just used to that.
He held out his arm in front of Rose to stop her for the time being. "Look, he's going into that house." The Master nodded, and began counting the buildings from his own to the one the man was currently entering. "That's not his place." He whispered, crouching down a bit, and motioned for Rose to follow as he hurriedly walked to the side of the house and pointed to the window.
"Have you even got a plan?" Rose hissed as she simply followed The Master's lead in hope that he would know what needed to be done. "What if he's just some normal guy doing normal business with people?"
"My dear if there is one thing you know about Time Lord's, it is that we always have a plan...which is mainly made up as we go along." He turned back, not realising how similar he was to The Doctor at times, but Rose could see it. He took out his laser screwdriver, pointing it at the door he then placed his ear at the other end. "Advanced hearing." He whispered to Rose with a trivial smile. Tilting up slightly, he glanced into the house through the side window. "If he was doing normal business then he would always carry something with him. Not just a simple folder one day out of the blue. That my head, is not normal."
"How would oyu know?" Rose murmured under her breath, trying to listen in to whatever may be going on inside. As soon as she heard voices, Rose knew The Master was right. This wasn't normal business taking place.
"The report came in ma'am." The man said from inside, resting the folder against a dining table, talking to whomever was in charge. "Another one, but by the time we got there, there were no traces of anyone having come through." He folded one leg over the other and rested his folded hands upon his knee.
"I want you to find them, whoever they are. They may be dangerous. Bring them back to me." The dominant voice ordered, and Rose knew exactly who they were talking about. Them. They wanted Rose and The Master.
The Master shoved his laser screwdriver back into his pocket, grabbing Rose's arm and guided her a few houses down, keeping a safe distance from the man now leaving the house and heading back down the street. "They were definitely talking about us. Now I'm thinking you were on to something when you said there must be more around the world." The Master stopped talking as the man passed by them and headed into a different house. "That's his house. He won't come out until the break of dawn." He took off the hat and tossed it onto the floor, no longer needing some sort of disguise.
"So, we just wait?" Rose whispered, looking up at The Master, noticing the slight expression on his face. She knew it could only mean trouble. "We're not going in now; whatever is going can wait until tomorrow!" She insisted, feeling nerves beginning to bubble deep inside her.
"Why bother waiting when we can get what we want now?" He said with a wicked smile on his lips, beginning to walk up to the man's front door, motioning for Rose to join him. She simply groaned, dragging her feet behind her as she followed his lead.
"Breaking in?" She asked, but already knowing the answer. They would only be drawing even more attention to themselves. But The Master didn't seem to care about that anymore.
"Why? Want me to be polite?" He asked with a slight smirk and roll of his eyes. With a pout he knocked on the door four times, waiting a milli-second for an answer before knowing again. "No-one's home." He said with a grin, frowning when the door was unlocked. "I wasn't breaking in anyway if it was unlocked." He said, walking in to the old, dingy house. "Hello?!"
"He can't have left already…" Rose said, looking around the house when they hear silence ahead of them. They wandered round for a little while, trying to see what was going on. Wherever he had disappeared to, it couldn't have been through the front door. She wandered around, forgetting about The Master for the time being. In a dusty old office, she found papers scattered everywhere, yelling for The Master to come and join her.
"What is it?" He questioned, annoyed that she had bothered him with what he was doing, his laser screwdriver at hand in case it might be needed. He stared down at the papers, noticing a list of dates, times and locations scattered upon them.
"Past and future." She whispered, noticing the future dates noted down. The Master left the room, bouncing on his feet and headed back downstairs, revealing what he had been working on.
"Think I found the answer to where we can get more of these papers. And find out who's behind all this." He said, peeling back the carpet and revealing a trap door, opening it. "We've got to get out of here. You keep those papers safe." He ushered her behind him as he looked around and headed for the door slowly, hearing footsteps below them heading in their direction. They cringed every time they heard the floorboards beginning to creak beneath their footsteps, not matter how light and dainty they attempted to be.
The Master helped Rose open it, the cold breeze entering the house, blowing some papers in the room astray. "Go quickly." He whispered in a rushed tone. He tucked his laser screwdriver into his pocket and stood close behind Rose as they managed to get out. They rushed up the main road, making sure they weren't being followed, stopping when they were finally out of sight. Rose clutched her side as she tried to catch her breath, hoping whoever was under the trap door didn't realise it was them. The Master took the papers off Rose, trying to get a better look at them.
"How specific are they?" Rose asked as The Master simply stared at them intetntly. She didn't know what half of it meant, but she knew he would be able to read them within an instant.
"This gateway seems to appear in the same place every time. The co-ordinates are the same on all of them. But there's no pattern on arrivals. The only thing off is the dates. The years don't match up." He brought his hand to rest on the arm of the chair, his fingers idly tapping his familiar drum beat as he seemed to fall into a daze as he continued tapping.
"Maybe they've built something?" She suggested, knowing she may not be doing any good, but she had to at least try. "That's too advanced for this time period though, right?"
"Right." The Master confirmed, glancing over to Rose, her blonde hair blowing in the wind as she shivered slightly. "What's to say they're even from this planet? That's got to be it! They're not from here, probably studying human nature. But you and I aren't regular like these other people they've pulled in. I'm a Time Lord, and you've travelled with The Doctor, you're contaminated. That's why we're a threat to them."
"How come they didn't get you? When you arrived?"
"I wasn't the target, Rose Tyler." He said, his eyes glaring down at her. "You though, oh you Rose, I don't think you were a mistake. They wanted you. Why they work so hard to get you from a parallel world?" He questioned.
"They want me?" She asked, her voice shaking slightly, wondering what they could possibly want. A few ideas passed through her mind, but she didn't dare voice them right now. Not yet, this could be a mistake.
"There is something about you that they want." The Master whispered, staring at her as though she were a piece of meat, looking her up and down as though it make her abnormalities even more clear. "But whatever it is it can't be good."
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