John followed close behind one of the new people, who's name was the Doctor, as led the way to room where Sherlock was. They had seen only one person, who walked through the trophy room and seemingly hadn't seen anyone, even though they had little time to hide. He was carrying a vial filled with deep purple liquid, was muttering to himself, and didn't look like any of the guards. He had left through the other door. They seemed to decide as one to not wait here any longer, and the logical first step was to rescue Sherlock.
They approached a door. To John's surprise it was unlocked. John entered first, his gun at the ready. He saw Sherlock strapped to a chair, unconscious, and after checking the room, went over to undo the straps. Percy and Carter came to help him as everyone else came into the room except Sadie and Nico. They stood just outside, guarding the door.
"He made it easy for you." Of course that was the first thing Sherlock said when he came around. He stared into the distance as he mentally replayed everything he had seen the man he was talking about say or do. John had seen him do this many times before.
"He and the other scientist are at odds. He's likely to try and double cross her, especially to save himself. So he's subtly helping us in order to bring her down. He didn't even want immortality in the first place, however the other one currently needs something from him or he wouldn't still be here."
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10 minutes ago.
The Master left the experiment room. He had decided he wanted to bring the Rani down. He had already figured out that the prisoners had escaped, of course they had the Doctor was with them, and it was only a matter of time before they came to rescue Sherlock, so he left the door unlocked.
He opened the door to the trophy room. Of course he saw them, but he pretended not to. It would ruin the beginnings of the plan he was forming. He ran down the hall to the cell the non-experimentees had been in. Predictably all the guards were there, bumping in to each other as they tried to figure out how the prisoners had escaped. They took their orders quite literally, and the Rani had probably told them to figure it out, not realizing that they would all do it. He closed and locked the door with them inside. They probably wouldn't even notice for a few minutes, and that was all the time that he needed.
He rushed back down the hall to the main control room. Once outside the door he collected himself, then pushed open the door walking at his normal pace. He wanted the Rani to think he had come straight from the experiment room.
"The prisoners have escaped." The Rani was a charming as ever.
"Really? Then I don't think much of your prison guards." He replied. He couldn't resist needling her, just a little.
She ignored him and held out her hand for the vial. After a moments hesitation, he gave it to her. She turned and plugged it into the contraption on the table behind her.
It was quite a machine. It had six sections arranged like a wheel, each with their own sets of tubing and burners. Five of the sections were now filled, four of them had a much denser smaller amount of different colored substances in them. The new liquid would soon look the same.
"We need the balancing solution." The Rani remarked coldly, " If you won't tell me what it is you had better start working on it." She began clearing things off of her workspace. Ignoring him.
"My dear Rani, you know why I don't tell you what it is the moment I do that you wouldn't need me anymore." She pretended not to hear him. A little miffed, he turned to his own workstation. He began pulling vials out of his pockets and the drawers of the desk.
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The journey back the trophy room was uneventful. John was starting to wonder where all the guards had gone. He had given Sherlock one of the guns with a look that told him to behave. Sherlock had responded with a look that said he wasn't a child. They knew each other very well.
They had covered all the rooms except one in their search for the other group. That one was where were now. The locked door was right across from the one to the trophy room. Nico had crept across the hallway and felt the lock. He returned shaking his head, and closing the trophy room door behind him.
"Well Doc, you got that tool of yours ready?" Percy asked in a whisper.
"This is the last time we can use it, are we sure this is the right place? Don't call me Doc!" The Doctor replied also in a whisper.
"It's the right place. It's the last room in this place." Carter replied
"All right. Be ready."
They set themselves up as planned. John and Sherlock at the front because they had the most obviously powerful weapons. Carter, Percy, Sadie, and Nico were in the next two lines staffs and swords at the ready. Jamie, Tris and Sandry were at the rear to guard their backs.
The Doctor stood to one side of the door. Once they were in position he raised his sonic screwdriver. The door swung open as the Doctor hurriedly tossed the smoking, sparking tool aside.
/AN
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