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doctor who (d1) the master - ainley

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[the Master appears on the plane with a set of chairs, a table, and various papers that have sketches of buildings and streets on them, along with jotted notes]

Mr. Tyler? I have something that would be in your interests to discuss.

[he doesn't bother looking up, as he is busy. though if anyone wishes to bother him, feel free. :|]

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I have a mobile.

[a slight flicker of something]

My duty is to the people of that city. It can't plan just for our survival. We got lucky, this time, with half the people in coffins, but if something like that happens again, I want to be able to take the fight out of the city if at all possible.

Completely understandable, Mr. Tyler. But it would mean we'd have to prepare others - not just ourselves - to assist, even in diversion efforts. It would require the usage of individuals within our realities.

[the Master pauses, mulling things over]

I would offer my own in the effort. After all, what is best for Manchester is within my best interests. But as I said, we have to plan some sort of basic defense.

I propose towards defense strategies, the 'owner' of each particular reality acts as head of defense. For the desert, I would be in charge. For Manchester, you and Mr. Hunt could bicker who leads the operation.

[he sets his pencil down and then props his elbows on the table, chin in his hands]

We'd be keeping the realities safe, the people within them alive, and ourselves from harm. Hopefully in a cohesive manner.

[when you put it like that--]

You know exactly how to play a man, don't you?

[taps his foot a bit, then--]

I'd like to discuss this with DCI Hunt.

[the Master grins]

I've had centuries to hone my talents, Mr. Tyler.

[then he nods]

Of course. If you'd like, you can fetch him and bring him here. Hopefully you'll sit with me, then. We can attempt to remain civil, despite the loathing between us.

[tapping his fingers against his arm, now]

Right. I'll be back, then.

[disappears off the Plane, into CIDs empty halls, and walks down them, throwing open the door to the offices]

Guv! Gene! I need to talk to you!

Tyler? The hell about?

[your DI is jittery. Deal with it]

He, uhm--no. Sorry. The beginning. The Master wants to make a deal with me. With us, but he came to me first. He wants to come up with a plan to defend ourselves and the city if something happens again. Points of defense, shared information, that sort of thing. He wants to work with us, for our mutual survival and for the sake of those things we care for.

[rubs at his neck]

[considers this, noting Sam's nervous reaction] And?

I told him I'd have to speak to you before we could decide anything.

[folds his arms]

You realise that this would be making deal with a criminal.

Yeah, I do. [runs a hand over his face] It doesn't feel right with me, though. I'm guessing you feel the same.

He's worse than Warren could ever dream of being.

I know that, too. [shakes his head, pulling out a cig] Can't say I fancy the idea of having another Warren. He's as big a queer, though.

[gives him a very serious look, appraising, testing]
What do you suggest?

[he rubs along his wrist, slowly, coming to a stop]

If we - if I - accept this, then I'll be making a deal with your murderer. Ten months ago, he made me an offer and I turned it down without even considering. I knew what he was and I knew what I was. Cops don't make deals with criminals.

I can't do it, Guv. I can't keep this city safe through working with him.

[meets Gene's gaze, level and serious]

No one can.

[laughs quietly, sitting back in his chair]

No. I can't.

I called it off, Tyler. Or said I was gonna. I don't have any intention of staying under his thumb any longer, not after what he did to you.

[his tone says he very much knows his next statement is incorrect]

And he just accepted your resignation.

Yeah. Bought me chocolates and candies, too, gave me a nice retirement watch and everything.

What did he threaten? The city? People on the Plane? CID?

Doesn't matter. He'll keep using the threat and you'll never get out if you let him.

I know. Figured that out quick enough. Doesn't make it easier when he threatens to kill you and the rest of the team.

I know.

[doesn't respond for a long time]

What would you do, Tyler?

[that's his way of saying 'I need help']

We stand together and fight.

[doesn't reply at first, snuffing out his cig, then slams his hands down on his desk and stands]

All right. Then we need to get our asses moving. C'mon, Tyler. We've got some work to do.

Wait.

We can't run into this. We need time to get prepare. We need to train and brief our officers and we need to get in contact with our allies on the Plane. More importantly, I want to try to sever the merger between Manchester and the Master's planet before this. I think... I think, between the two of us, we could manage this in a month.

If you can keep the Master from attacking the city for that long, then we'll only have to fight him on the Plane.

And how do you propose I do that?