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seventeen | location: around taxon | someone who appears to save the day

The Doctor hatched a set of handcuffs. They were for him to use. The last time he'd let someone else restrain the Master, the Doctor had held him, still in restraints, as he died. That wouldn't happen this time. The Doctor would save him. Somehow.

Everything was ready. It was just time to move forward.

OOC: Final post for the Master's plot! Everything is in individual threads and threadhopping is encouraged. If you see that this needs another plotty starter thread, drop me a line and let me know!

EDIT: I was requested to put up a note letting everybody know that this is a backdated post.

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Setting up the Device

As they approached the building, the Doctor nodded to DG and Glitch. "Right, here. Take the rope and this." He handed over the makeshift signal disruption unit. "Hook it to the end of the rope and lower it in. About five feet from the ceiling should be enough."

He hoped.

He nodded to Lorne. "Once it's in, wait until I confront him. I want to give him a chance."

Glitch nodded firmly and accepted the device. "Right, five feet from the ceiling, all we've gotta do is...get up there."

Good times.

With an equally firm nod, DG checked the rope that she'd already looped over her shoulder. It wasn't an easy task, but she felt surprisingly calm. Determined. Backing out didn't - and wouldn't - occur to her.

She looked up at the building, trying to calculate the best route. The drain pipe looked promising.

"Ready, Glitch?"

"As I'm gonna be." He gave the Doctor a confident grin, then glanced to Lorne. "W-we'll send you a text when we've set up."

Lorne seriously doubts the Master will take the Doctor up on his chance, but he says nothing. He can understand the impulse behind trying to avoid violence, even if it means trying to reason with a madman. "Don't worry, Doc. I'll wait for your cue."

He tips his fedora to Glitch. "Good luck up there. I'll be down here with the cheerleading section."

Without further ado - and without wasting time on introductions, even though she'd never met Lorne before - DG stepped forward and found a suitable place to start scrambling upwards.

She'd given a lot of thought to the Master. Although she wasn't sure that the Doctor would be able to reason with him, she knew that she'd have tried to do the same thing in his position. If it had been Azkadellia inside the warehouse, for example.

With a nod to the others Glitch followed, as he'd follow DG anywhere. He tucked the device into a pack which he slung over his shoulder, took a breath, and began climbing as well.

His focus was on the captives, on Morgana and Tara and the others who'd been taken. If what the Doctor said was true, if they were enduring the sorts of things he'd discussed - just tell me about the machine and I promise it'll stop - no. They'd make it stop, they'd help, he just needed to keep climbing.

It wasn't easy, but DG was stronger than she looked and calmer than she had any right to be. She glanced at Glitch from time to time, just in case, but she didn't look down and she didn't waste her breath on small talk.

He returned her glances with a smile, confident and reassuring all at once. Glitch was also a bit stronger than he looked, and when he wasn't thinking about what he was doing he had a sort of grace that made the exercise look easy (which it was not, and later he'd be demanding a hot bath to ease aching muscles).

When they were both safely on the roof he paused to catch his breath. "Okay?" he whispered. Protective runes or no, he wanted to keep the noise to a minimum.

"Ok," DG confirmed with a nod, catching her own breath and taking care not to glance down at the ground. It had been a long, tense climb and the pressure that they were under - the pressure to succeed and to make sure nobody else was hurt - didn't help matters. She checked the rope, then nodded again. "Ready?"

He nodded and retrieved the device from the bag - he'd grabbed his emergency toolkit on the way out of the workshop, just in case - then peered across the roof. "There should be...some kind of access hatch thingy, somewhere."

There always was; he was still trying to figure out how to get to the one in the workshop.

She slid the rope off her shoulder and handed it to Glitch, before crawling across the roof to search for the access hatch. It was difficult to make it out among the tiles, and she was very aware of making too much noise (but not of tumbling off, strangely enough), but she found it soon enough.

"Over here," she whispered, pointing at it with a smile that barely concealed her relief or her sense of triumph. At the moment, failure scared her more than anything else could.

Glitch followed after her, mindful of hazards, and reached out to touch her arm in gratitude once he caught up.

"Still got that wrench?" he asked, and fished into the bag for the oil can. No sense in prying things open if it was going to make a racket.

She hadn't given the wrench much thought since leaving the workshop, but she drew it out of her pocket when Glitch mentioned it.

"Here," she said, handing it over, "I haven't even had to hit anyone with it yet."

That wasn't their job. (If it had been, however, she wouldn't have shied away from it.)

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Setting up the Disruption Device

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