Post by The Master on Aug 7, 2011 19:33:33 GMT -5
The Deception Experiment:[/u]
Jenna Ann Mozberry, Matilda Watson and Harold Saxon
Luminaries and dignitaries, laureates, the most eminent scientists and politicians and trophy wives...the rich, the famous and the highest social climbers were all passing through the elegant glass doors of Lazarus Laboratories tonight.
And if any of them had happened to glance upwards at the higher floors of the modern, glass-fronted building, they might have caught a glimpse of a dark silhouette drawing a blind across one brightly lit window.
High above the streaming guests, alone in a small office on the very top level, the Master watched and waited, and he smiled to himself. The Doctor would be here - how could he resist this delicious bait? With the Archangel Network masking his presence from the other Time Lord's telepathic senses, the Master could watch his puppets dance. The game was on...but that was all it was at this stage. He was simply doing what he did best, propagating distrust and uncertainty.
As for Lazarus himself - well, that was arbitrary, really. The Master had what he wanted from the project, and he could feel the solid weight of the laser screwdriver clipped to his belt under his jacket. There might have been a few engineering flaws in the machine downstairs; he had fed the human scientists blueprints for the more advanced aspects of the technology - they couldn't be expected to develop something as sophisticated as regenerative resonance by themselves, not for millennia, if ever - but if they were too stupid to put the pieces together themselves, that was none of his concern.
For now, though, it was early in the evening yet. His own extra-sensory perception had always been slightly more sensitive than the Doctor's, so he was confident he would sense the other Time Lord's approach with time enough to move back into the wings. In the meantime, though, each and every one of the people gathering downstairs were utterly under the spell of the Archangel Network, completely under his thumb - and he did so enjoy that reverence in their eyes.
The public awaits... Yes, perhaps Harold Saxon himself could make an appearance. Straightening the neat cufflinks on his black formal coat with gloved hands, he headed for the elevator.
Jenna Ann Mozberry, Matilda Watson and Harold Saxon
Luminaries and dignitaries, laureates, the most eminent scientists and politicians and trophy wives...the rich, the famous and the highest social climbers were all passing through the elegant glass doors of Lazarus Laboratories tonight.
And if any of them had happened to glance upwards at the higher floors of the modern, glass-fronted building, they might have caught a glimpse of a dark silhouette drawing a blind across one brightly lit window.
High above the streaming guests, alone in a small office on the very top level, the Master watched and waited, and he smiled to himself. The Doctor would be here - how could he resist this delicious bait? With the Archangel Network masking his presence from the other Time Lord's telepathic senses, the Master could watch his puppets dance. The game was on...but that was all it was at this stage. He was simply doing what he did best, propagating distrust and uncertainty.
As for Lazarus himself - well, that was arbitrary, really. The Master had what he wanted from the project, and he could feel the solid weight of the laser screwdriver clipped to his belt under his jacket. There might have been a few engineering flaws in the machine downstairs; he had fed the human scientists blueprints for the more advanced aspects of the technology - they couldn't be expected to develop something as sophisticated as regenerative resonance by themselves, not for millennia, if ever - but if they were too stupid to put the pieces together themselves, that was none of his concern.
For now, though, it was early in the evening yet. His own extra-sensory perception had always been slightly more sensitive than the Doctor's, so he was confident he would sense the other Time Lord's approach with time enough to move back into the wings. In the meantime, though, each and every one of the people gathering downstairs were utterly under the spell of the Archangel Network, completely under his thumb - and he did so enjoy that reverence in their eyes.
The public awaits... Yes, perhaps Harold Saxon himself could make an appearance. Straightening the neat cufflinks on his black formal coat with gloved hands, he headed for the elevator.
