Double Trouble

Missy stepped with purpose as she traveled down the street, savoring the click of her heels on the pavement. It was near half past one, and she knew he'd be arriving soon. As thoroughly fascinating as it was to observe, it was high time she got to pull the strings. This particular part of the city wasn't especially invigorating, however. Sure, there were enough dark alleys and rotting buildings to shoot a pathetically innocent horror film, but this was a hotspot for human trouble. Little anticlimatic games that served very little amusement to the people involved. But the Doctor wouldn't expect something from her in this trash pile, not right away, and she made a challenge to herself to exploit that advantage.

Although she had to admit, she was finding very little opportunity here.

The sound of a skirmish caught her attention. The sound of people slammed against weak wire fences and profane shouting - the sort of sound that may, to her surprise, prove to be well worth her attention. Slowing her pace, she quieted her steps to slink around the corner of a crumbly brick warehouse, peering into the parking lot to spectate the action.

The Master slid down to the ground, his back against the wire fence. He rubbed a spot just above his left eye with his hand and then stood up with a small groan. The attacker and friends were already walking away, and the Master decided it best to just let them go. He lowered his hand, noticing a small bit of blood which he wiped off on his pants. "They only got me because I was distracted," he muttered to himself, "Yeah, that's it." He wondered why a group of random idiots decided to attack the former prime minister. What was the point of that? He shrugged. They were humans, they didn't seem to need any rational explanation for doing the things they did.

He turned and started to walk away, only making it as far as the wall of the nearest building before needing to hold onto something for support. They'd gotten him a bit worse than he thought then. He sat down against the wall to rest for just a minute, holding his hand against the injured bit of his head.

Missy smirked, stepping back to let the thugs pass without the unwanted attention before moving towards the poor Behave! they'd wrecked. She was fairly sure her eyes weren't tricking her. This was bound to be a load of fun. At this point, she wasn't even quite sure what mayhem they could cause together, but there was little doubt it'd be Doctor-worthy. 

"Excuse me, mister, could you tell me where I am? I seem to have gotten a bit sidetracked," Missy called out innocently, offering a hand or perhaps even a shoulder to her previous self. "Ooh, got you good then, eh? Not quite up to par with the young folk, are we?" She teased, absolutely no remorse for the dent aimed at his ego. She motioned with her hand, almost begging him to take it. "Well come on, won't do you any good to befriend a building, dear. Let's get you to hospital."