Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on Dec 12, 2016 1:00:29 GMT
“Doctor! I’ve won!” Lu Ping yelled.
“Excellent,” her Time Lord friend responded. “We’ll win the money for the orphanage in no time at all!”
He patted her on the shoulder in affirmation, whilst rustling through his pocket in search of change.
“I’m going to grab a Peach Schnapp’s. Don’t go anywhere.” Doctor Who rose from his seat and moved to the bar of the Pachinko Parlor.
Lu Ping continued playing her game, sometimes winning and sometimes losing. She enjoyed this new Doctor Who, finding his big teeth when he smiles thoroughly charming. She didn’t quite understand what happened to her old Doctor Who, but she loved this one all the same.
At the pachinko machine next to her, a man wearing black sunglasses with a matching suit stared at the game. He was not having fun, it was readily apparent. Lu Ping offered to put a token in for him, and did so despite his lack of a reaction.
At the bar, the Doctor took the time to ask as to the local nightlife. They’d been in Hong Kong for seven weeks now, and he’d been waiting to see if there had been any further developments.
“There’s a dozen beagles coming in to the port tonight,” the bartender whispered.
“I’m sorry, did you say bagels?”
“No, beagles. Ruff-ruff.” Doctor Who slipped him a cash note, thanking him, before rushing back to his seat. He found Lu Ping missing, a note scrawled in newspaper lettering at the Pachinko booth – it read “VEngeAnCE.”
“The Yakuza!”
He ran into his jet-red convertible and sped away, towards the waterfront.
He pulled up to see Lu Ping being loaded into a shipping container. He jumped over the hood, and assumed a fighting pose.
“Mr. Comptroller, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”
“Please,” the dignitary smirked. “It’s all mine.”
Doctor Who explained the dynamics of the Yakuza’s scheme, reflecting on how these past two months he has stopped nearly four dozen separate schemes involving robbery or trafficking or corruption in the Hong Kong nightlife.
“Who are you working for, Heung?” No response. “Where are you taking them?”
“I think you’d call it-“ he paused for emphasis, “home.” He laughed as, suddenly, a cage fell atop Doctor Who from above, ravenous wildcat inside.
“My god- an East Tibetan Wildcat! I thought they were extinct!” Chuckling maniacally, Comptroller Heung sped away on his speedboat down the basin as the ship containing the storage containers left port.
Doctor Who cracked his knuckles. He then cleared his throat.
“Why did the Brigadier need to return to Geneva?”
In the container, Lu Ping could not see a thing. She reached into her pocket, and produced a gas lighter she stole from the man in the Pachinko Parlor upon beating him following his trying to kidnap her. It was almost empty – at the end of the container laid a table with a shipping manifest. She read in horror as she saw their destination.
Doctor Who, in pursuit on helicopter, had no idea where the freighter was heading. He saw the Comptroller’s boat heading in an opposite direction, and opened the door.
“Go on, girl, sic ‘em!” The Wildcat, charmed by Doctor Who’s knowledge of extraterrestrial lullabies, removed his headphones before diving from the helicopter into the ocean, and quickly swam to rip the corrupt Yakuza businessman’s limbs off. Doctor Who smiled as he saw his nemesis finally receive his comeuppance after assaulting their housekeeper Ms. Chung-Sun and her teenaged son two weeks earlier.
Closely following the shipment, he began to have an uneasy feeling where they were headed. “My god,” he said, as it came into view – a giant island in the shape of a demon’s head. “Master Island,” he muttered in horror.
Dark and alone, Lu Ping wondered how much time had passed. Suddenly, light – the door opened slowly, as two Yakuza henchmen ran in and carried her outside to the tropical paradise. Thrown onto the ground beside a long, flowing waterfall pool, the Master greeted her.
“Ms. Lu Ping, it’s always an honor.” He gave a short bow, before extending his hand to help her to her feet. She swatted it away in protest. “Now, now, I’m sorry about your travel arrangements but that’s no way to treat an old friend.”
He gestured to the long table on the deck just slightly above them. “Let’s get something to eat, you must be famished.”
Sitting on opposite ends of the table, the Master’s Yakuza henchmen brought them a fully cooked turkey with all the trimmings, a roasted duck, fresh greens, and an entire variety of assorted side dishes.
“My goodness, if the Doctor could see you now.”
“Yes, I’m well aware. Always a stickler when it comes to pinching pennies – mustn’t cost the earth, hm?” He carefully cut into his meal, and ate it piece by piece with amazing precision. He pointed to the skies. “There’s our friend, now. After this, let’s go meet him for some tea.”
She could barely eat, but she took a few bites to show her respect.
Landing the helicopter, Doctor Who stepped outside to see his gracious host. “Ah – Doctor! Excellent, now it’s a party.”
“I take it we won’t be seeing our favorite Comptroller anytime soon? Well, I suppose that’s just how it goes.” The Master patted him on the back as he began escorting them downstairs. “Let me show you the missile silo.”
Inside, countless pipes and vats of liquid of all colors led into a central rocket launch pad. In the control room, a plethora of scientists all wearing hazmat gear worked rigorously as a countdown sounded over the P.A.
“Preparing for our launch this evening,” he explained. Doctor Who examined the map.
“My word!” he exclaimed. “You’re going to attack Switzerland!” He looked up at the intercontinental ballistic missile. “And that’s a British rocket – you’re trying to ignite the cold war into a supernova!”
“Yes, and my investments in Placido Supercontractors Steel will soar!” the Master boasted. “Soon, I shall be the richest man in the cosmos!”
“Not if I have anything to do about it!”
“Oh, my dear Doctor, you have been naïve,” the Master repeated. “You are the one who will do something about it – you’ll be the man pulling the trigger, or else you’ll need to-”
Doctor Who suddenly hit him with an uppercut, before randomly throwing the levers and switches into disarray. Alarms sounded as a cadre of Yakuza hitmen burst in. Lu Ping and the Doctor stood back to back, surrounded as the Master ran above.
“Lu Ping, I’ll handle them. You stop the Master.” Doctor Who told her. “I trust you.”
He leaped forward, ready to attack.
Lu Ping ran into the hallway, and saw the Master in the distance. She yelled after him, sprinting at full pace down the corridor. He entered an observation room, stopping to take a breath; Lu Ping tackled him to the ground, and began pummeling him.
“Please- no,” his nose was bloodied, “I can’t – we mustn’t-” he coughed blood up and rolled onto his side in pain. She kicked him the stomach, “stop- no, stop-.”
Doctor Who wiped the dirt off his hands as he stood atop the pile of specially trained Hong Kong assassins. He looked up, and saw the glass case in which the Master and Lu Ping were brawling.
They stopped.
She rose to her feet, and stood eerily still. The Master, writhing in pain, rolled onto his knees before rising to his feet slowly. He looked down, and smirked. He could hear him, just barely.
“I am the Master, and you will obey me,” he had told Doctor Who’s assistant.
She hadn’t fallen for it.
Lu Ping shoved him out the window, straight into the exhaust bay of the missile. Before he could even understand what had happened, the countdown finished. The rocket’s flames filled the compartment, immediately incinerating everything in their path. The room filled with smoke and the strangely savory smell of burnt flesh.
The Doctor ran around, back upstairs, and picked Lu Ping off her feet to carry her outside, herself in sorry shape. The resort base exploded behind them as scientists and henchmen rushed onto boats in an attempt to escape before the entire island collapsed in on itself.
Doctor Who went to the other side of the island from where the port was. There, waiting for him, was Sheena, the East Tibetan Wildcat, who had commandeered the speedboat after dispatching with the comptroller. Doctor Who and Lu Ping lied down on the back of the boat, finally able to rest after a long several days of excitement.
“Take us to Geneva,” the Doctor asked of the animal, which purred in acknowledgment as it left the beachside.
“But, Doctor,” Lu Ping asked, barely able to speak after the day’s events, “what about Hong Kong?”
“Oh, we’re just taking a brief stop off to visit our old friend the Brigadier,” he responded, smiling, “we’re nowhere near done with our adventures in Hong Kong yet.
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“Excellent,” her Time Lord friend responded. “We’ll win the money for the orphanage in no time at all!”
He patted her on the shoulder in affirmation, whilst rustling through his pocket in search of change.
“I’m going to grab a Peach Schnapp’s. Don’t go anywhere.” Doctor Who rose from his seat and moved to the bar of the Pachinko Parlor.
Lu Ping continued playing her game, sometimes winning and sometimes losing. She enjoyed this new Doctor Who, finding his big teeth when he smiles thoroughly charming. She didn’t quite understand what happened to her old Doctor Who, but she loved this one all the same.
At the pachinko machine next to her, a man wearing black sunglasses with a matching suit stared at the game. He was not having fun, it was readily apparent. Lu Ping offered to put a token in for him, and did so despite his lack of a reaction.
At the bar, the Doctor took the time to ask as to the local nightlife. They’d been in Hong Kong for seven weeks now, and he’d been waiting to see if there had been any further developments.
“There’s a dozen beagles coming in to the port tonight,” the bartender whispered.
“I’m sorry, did you say bagels?”
“No, beagles. Ruff-ruff.” Doctor Who slipped him a cash note, thanking him, before rushing back to his seat. He found Lu Ping missing, a note scrawled in newspaper lettering at the Pachinko booth – it read “VEngeAnCE.”
“The Yakuza!”
He ran into his jet-red convertible and sped away, towards the waterfront.
He pulled up to see Lu Ping being loaded into a shipping container. He jumped over the hood, and assumed a fighting pose.
“Mr. Comptroller, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”
“Please,” the dignitary smirked. “It’s all mine.”
Doctor Who explained the dynamics of the Yakuza’s scheme, reflecting on how these past two months he has stopped nearly four dozen separate schemes involving robbery or trafficking or corruption in the Hong Kong nightlife.
“Who are you working for, Heung?” No response. “Where are you taking them?”
“I think you’d call it-“ he paused for emphasis, “home.” He laughed as, suddenly, a cage fell atop Doctor Who from above, ravenous wildcat inside.
“My god- an East Tibetan Wildcat! I thought they were extinct!” Chuckling maniacally, Comptroller Heung sped away on his speedboat down the basin as the ship containing the storage containers left port.
Doctor Who cracked his knuckles. He then cleared his throat.
“Why did the Brigadier need to return to Geneva?”
In the container, Lu Ping could not see a thing. She reached into her pocket, and produced a gas lighter she stole from the man in the Pachinko Parlor upon beating him following his trying to kidnap her. It was almost empty – at the end of the container laid a table with a shipping manifest. She read in horror as she saw their destination.
Doctor Who, in pursuit on helicopter, had no idea where the freighter was heading. He saw the Comptroller’s boat heading in an opposite direction, and opened the door.
“Go on, girl, sic ‘em!” The Wildcat, charmed by Doctor Who’s knowledge of extraterrestrial lullabies, removed his headphones before diving from the helicopter into the ocean, and quickly swam to rip the corrupt Yakuza businessman’s limbs off. Doctor Who smiled as he saw his nemesis finally receive his comeuppance after assaulting their housekeeper Ms. Chung-Sun and her teenaged son two weeks earlier.
Closely following the shipment, he began to have an uneasy feeling where they were headed. “My god,” he said, as it came into view – a giant island in the shape of a demon’s head. “Master Island,” he muttered in horror.
Dark and alone, Lu Ping wondered how much time had passed. Suddenly, light – the door opened slowly, as two Yakuza henchmen ran in and carried her outside to the tropical paradise. Thrown onto the ground beside a long, flowing waterfall pool, the Master greeted her.
“Ms. Lu Ping, it’s always an honor.” He gave a short bow, before extending his hand to help her to her feet. She swatted it away in protest. “Now, now, I’m sorry about your travel arrangements but that’s no way to treat an old friend.”
He gestured to the long table on the deck just slightly above them. “Let’s get something to eat, you must be famished.”
Sitting on opposite ends of the table, the Master’s Yakuza henchmen brought them a fully cooked turkey with all the trimmings, a roasted duck, fresh greens, and an entire variety of assorted side dishes.
“My goodness, if the Doctor could see you now.”
“Yes, I’m well aware. Always a stickler when it comes to pinching pennies – mustn’t cost the earth, hm?” He carefully cut into his meal, and ate it piece by piece with amazing precision. He pointed to the skies. “There’s our friend, now. After this, let’s go meet him for some tea.”
She could barely eat, but she took a few bites to show her respect.
Landing the helicopter, Doctor Who stepped outside to see his gracious host. “Ah – Doctor! Excellent, now it’s a party.”
“I take it we won’t be seeing our favorite Comptroller anytime soon? Well, I suppose that’s just how it goes.” The Master patted him on the back as he began escorting them downstairs. “Let me show you the missile silo.”
Inside, countless pipes and vats of liquid of all colors led into a central rocket launch pad. In the control room, a plethora of scientists all wearing hazmat gear worked rigorously as a countdown sounded over the P.A.
“Preparing for our launch this evening,” he explained. Doctor Who examined the map.
“My word!” he exclaimed. “You’re going to attack Switzerland!” He looked up at the intercontinental ballistic missile. “And that’s a British rocket – you’re trying to ignite the cold war into a supernova!”
“Yes, and my investments in Placido Supercontractors Steel will soar!” the Master boasted. “Soon, I shall be the richest man in the cosmos!”
“Not if I have anything to do about it!”
“Oh, my dear Doctor, you have been naïve,” the Master repeated. “You are the one who will do something about it – you’ll be the man pulling the trigger, or else you’ll need to-”
Doctor Who suddenly hit him with an uppercut, before randomly throwing the levers and switches into disarray. Alarms sounded as a cadre of Yakuza hitmen burst in. Lu Ping and the Doctor stood back to back, surrounded as the Master ran above.
“Lu Ping, I’ll handle them. You stop the Master.” Doctor Who told her. “I trust you.”
He leaped forward, ready to attack.
Lu Ping ran into the hallway, and saw the Master in the distance. She yelled after him, sprinting at full pace down the corridor. He entered an observation room, stopping to take a breath; Lu Ping tackled him to the ground, and began pummeling him.
“Please- no,” his nose was bloodied, “I can’t – we mustn’t-” he coughed blood up and rolled onto his side in pain. She kicked him the stomach, “stop- no, stop-.”
Doctor Who wiped the dirt off his hands as he stood atop the pile of specially trained Hong Kong assassins. He looked up, and saw the glass case in which the Master and Lu Ping were brawling.
They stopped.
She rose to her feet, and stood eerily still. The Master, writhing in pain, rolled onto his knees before rising to his feet slowly. He looked down, and smirked. He could hear him, just barely.
“I am the Master, and you will obey me,” he had told Doctor Who’s assistant.
She hadn’t fallen for it.
Lu Ping shoved him out the window, straight into the exhaust bay of the missile. Before he could even understand what had happened, the countdown finished. The rocket’s flames filled the compartment, immediately incinerating everything in their path. The room filled with smoke and the strangely savory smell of burnt flesh.
The Doctor ran around, back upstairs, and picked Lu Ping off her feet to carry her outside, herself in sorry shape. The resort base exploded behind them as scientists and henchmen rushed onto boats in an attempt to escape before the entire island collapsed in on itself.
Doctor Who went to the other side of the island from where the port was. There, waiting for him, was Sheena, the East Tibetan Wildcat, who had commandeered the speedboat after dispatching with the comptroller. Doctor Who and Lu Ping lied down on the back of the boat, finally able to rest after a long several days of excitement.
“Take us to Geneva,” the Doctor asked of the animal, which purred in acknowledgment as it left the beachside.
“But, Doctor,” Lu Ping asked, barely able to speak after the day’s events, “what about Hong Kong?”
“Oh, we’re just taking a brief stop off to visit our old friend the Brigadier,” he responded, smiling, “we’re nowhere near done with our adventures in Hong Kong yet.
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