Getting into the Medbay had been easy. The Doctor hadn't yet gutted his screwdriver anew before the Master had reclaimed it. He'd had the luck of arriving just before the entire ship went to hell, and Rassilon damn the Doctor if he had anything to say about this. He didn't have to live with the drums-- and the knowledge of what they were. The Doctor had ruined everything, as always.
His luck was questionable now. The Master had just located the Anetrizine stores and was happily filling his pockets with the vials when he heard something he'd thought he might never hear again. Something shrill and tinged with death. His mouth went dry, tasted of ash... but still he just managed to duck as a laser bolt exploded the cabinet behind him.
Anyone who managed to get to the medbay might stumble across the Master under one of the tables, knees drawn up to his chest, eyes squinched shut, and his hands over his ears.
IN DA MEDBAY?
His luck was questionable now. The Master had just located the Anetrizine stores and was happily filling his pockets with the vials when he heard something he'd thought he might never hear again. Something shrill and tinged with death. His mouth went dry, tasted of ash... but still he just managed to duck as a laser bolt exploded the cabinet behind him.
Anyone who managed to get to the medbay might stumble across the Master under one of the tables, knees drawn up to his chest, eyes squinched shut, and his hands over his ears.