The Beginning of the End (Doctor Who)

Chap. 59

In the counsel room the Master is in a hushed discussion with Missy, who looks up as you march in. Missy swings a screen around the counsel, showing the Flux's path.

"Aren't you going to share the gossip?" You pout, resting on the counsel.

They both give you a long look. It's enough for you to know the Master has shared your little discussion with her. You let out a soft sigh, then turn you attention to the screen.

"What's the damage so far?"

"Groups are already setting up protective barriers, though they've all failed so far. We need a threat wiser to the situation." Missy explains.

"Is the Doctor aware yet?" You wonder.

"The bubblehead is still in her current obsession with Division, it's only a matter of time." She responds, a hand brushing your shoulder as she walks around you.

"I'm assuming you've got Daleks and Cybermen here. We could launch an internal battle, distract them." The Master suggests.

"How many Daleks have we got to go around?" The brunette points out.

You chuckle in amusement at the argument. It's certainly like the two to play the game of wits with their mirror self. Debating a risky decision yourself, you move up to the balcony.

"It doesn't have to be the entire Universe, just the outskirts." The blonde throws back.

"They're Daleks, love. They don't stay in restrained territory."

"I defeated the Daleks in my Universe, every single one of them singing exterminate in the Dalek-Afterlife. I know how to play their systems."

"How do you know they aren't smarter than your Daleks, or greater in numbers?" Missy shoots back, the two moving around the counsel.

"They're Daleks. All they do is exterminate and create more. Think like a Dalek and they look just like the tin cans they are."

"Hacking a Dalek? Done that too." Missy exclaims. "It is oh so much fun to confuse the little bastards."

"Not just any Dalek." The Master lowers her voice, stepping closer. "The emperor Dalek. They wouldn't dare disobey an order from him."

Missy pauses for a moment. From your position, you see her curl a lip.

"Alright blondie." She smiles, raising a hand, "Three minds are greater than one." 

Missy pulls some levers on the counsel, the TARDIS landing silently. You remain on the balcony, though you sit on the rail and dangle your legs down... down... down...

"Aren't you coming?" She calls up.

"I'm calling in a favour." You decide, although you feel a tad uneasy about the idea, "Something to speed this process up a bit."

"You have favours?" Missy exclaims, the tip of her umbrella hitting the metal floor, "I had you pinned as a gal who took none prisoner."

"Oh no, no, we go back to when I was on Gallifrey. You thought I escaped the bitches alone?"

"I wouldn't put it past you." The blonde calmly says, leaned against the door. You pull a Vortex Manipulator out of your pocket, slapping it on your wrist.

"We'll split here, see you in a tad?"

You don't give them a chance to answer, knowing the answer would be a firm 'no,' after your last trip.

It takes less than a second for you to type in the coordinates, immediately splitting into trillions of tiny atoms, spreading through the Vortex. It's a ridiculously wicked way to travel, the feeling quite unpleasant.