As it turned out, Rupert Malone didn't let anything slip out of Sanctuary, he held it in a grip, didn't let anyone sneak out anything without him knowing, this included maps. He didn't even have human workers help in the construction, Al found out that Rupert commissioned tonnes of construction supplies, but never disclosed what he did with them after that fact.
He never disclosed anything and any attempts met with him shutting down any conversations. Detectives couldn't breach that fortress, even the decorated ones couldn't make a dent. Everything he did was legal, his money clean, and nobody really gave much thought, except for, well, the ones closest to him.
"Who was he, Walt Disney?" Lila drew parallels as both men kept their projects close to their chests, with a distinction that character actors didn't kill guests with their padded costumes.
It's assumed that Rupert Malone used the servants in constructing the underwater city, because he didn't have to worry about labour laws or leaks, that'd explain why he gave Richard Simms the amount of power he had over them.
Of course, until Theodore and Lila heard things, they didn't like about the servants that made the pits in their stomachs grow, it's going to be fun when they caught up to the servants.
Why them of all things were used as servants?
Guess once they find Richard Simms somehow surviving among Sanctuary or the servants, they'll have their answers.
It's a stretch that maybe they're overthinking it and it wasn't what they're dreading, but the more they're trying to convince themselves otherwise, nobody describes one of their most ill-tempered nemesis without skipping a beat like that.
On their minds, they wondered how Richard Simms managed to capture and utilize Daleks, of all things, they didn't see anything suggesting that there's aliens other than the Daleks.
Stranger and stranger, this adventure.
Finding Rupert Malone's office's their top priority, since he'll likely have a detailed map of Sanctuary tucked away, and find anything they needed helping them understand just what was he thinking in allowing Daleks into his supposed underwater utopia.
Getting to his office's a different story with the barnacles growing like weed, the collapsing floors, everything else, but Theodore wasn't deterred as he marched forward with Lila trailing behind him.
There's more than one way getting somewhere, as his late father taught him, both conventional and unconventional.
If there's no way in or around someplace, make one, and if you can't make one, you force one into creation with whatever's on hand.
"I'd suggest using your thingy and getting us into Rupert Malone's office, but I'm guessing no-go, since apparently some idiot thought Daleks was a good idea, right?" Lila looked towards Theodore as she haphazardly asked if he's able to create or use a tear for them getting into the office without spending too much time wandering around Sanctuary.
Pondering the question, Theodore murmured that he could, the Daleks might've not known he came here, in fact, he can gauge where they are by how they respond to the sudden presence of a tear.
"Hm, bit drab here, but I can make one, yes," Theodore noted that he's capable of making a tear for both, he wouldn't guarantee it'll take them inside the office, but it'll at least get them a direct path.
If the Daleks pick up where he's at, they'll see how they respond, and go from there.
Cracking his knuckles, Theodore mentally prepared for the creation of the tear, utilizing his late father's teachings, taking slow breaths before he felt the energy creating a tear in front of him.
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanfictionIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...