Doctor Who: Veiled Memories - The History of the Doctor

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Chris McKeon DOCTOR WHO: VEILED MEMORIES Control stared at the man who knew what no one could know, and then he understood, gulping on his fear. ‘Master. You’ve regenerated.’ ‘Yes, an unnecessary change, but one I welcome. I’m rather enjoying my new suit. You can stop hovering over your security system; I’m here to conclude our business.’ The Master reached across Control’s desk and lifted a large carved crystal bottle filled with dark amber liquor. ‘Taking to the bottle, are you Don’t tell me life is so stressful for you, in these plush accommodations’ ‘My responsibilities are heavy. Now what do you want’ ‘To report on the success of my first mission as your CIA agent, of course. And I can summarise it quite simply: the Doctor has arrived safely on this planet, his TARDIS is inoperative as planned, and he cannot leave.’ ‘Good,’ Control breathed, lowering himself into his seat. ‘You don’t know how difficult it was tracking him down again. We should never have reunited him with that McCrimmon boy.’ ‘I’ve told you all many times; the Doctor is not to be underestimated, especially when he is powerless. And you are underestimating him, even now. Why else should the Agency have arranged my release to keep watch over him’ ‘It’s not the decision I would have made.’ ‘Well, given your record, you’re fortunate the Agency permits you to make decisions at all. But, that’s neither here or there. What should be here is my reward for my services. So, if you please’ PAGE 50
Chris McKeon DOCTOR WHO: VEILED MEMORIES Control sighed and opened a compartment both invisible and several inches above his desk. From within the unseen pocket, he retrieved six identical transparent squares, which he pieced together to form a box. This box he held between his fingertips as he closed his eyes and pursed his lips, as if whispering. Then the box shimmered with light, and with a soft grinding vibration it dissolved. A moment later, a varnished black oak door materialised upon the wall closest to the Master, who smiled at its arrival. Control stood from his desk and walked over to the door. ‘As agreed, we have returned your TARDIS to you, fully operational and with its key.’ Control pointed to the small key resting within the door handle’s lock. He then gripped the handle and opened the door, which revealed a vast space beyond. ‘As you see, Master, it’s real. The Celestial Intervention Agency keeps its promises.’ The Master smiled with pleasure at the sight of his TARDIS, standing mere feet from him. ‘I thank you. This is a long-awaited day for me; I haven’t seen my Ship since when I first fled our home. It’s a strange feeling not to have one’s TARDIS; one I feel I must teach you.’ The Master hefted the liquor bottle from Control’s desk in one hand lobbed it through his TARDIS’ open door. Control cried out in rage and tried to race after it, but the Master had already trained his TCE upon Control’s chest. The Master chuckled. ‘If you’re going to hide your TARDIS properly, you mustn’t disguise it as something anyone can pick up.’ ‘How dare you’ Control shouted, his thin face looking as if it were about to collapse inward. ‘That’s my personal property!’ PAGE 51
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