Between the political gridlock they've got themselves into with the Organization and the fact that Yukimura-san has disappeared without a trace, things have not exactly been tranquil at the Kashtta Trust's outpost in a certain Chicago hotel.

Ordinarily, the Master would find this heartening. The fact that he's hardly been let out since Yukimura ( Read more... )

[Backdated to just after the Trust/Organization meeting.]There is a Time Lord in the basement of the Conrad Hotel ( Read more... )

On Monday morning, a limo pulls up in front of the Conrad and Adam Monroe, plus a few ranking Organization personnel and all their individual security details, arrive at the Conrad Hotel for a meeting. They head straight to the meeting room without lingering too long outside or in the lobby, and while Adam is choking down a deep-rooted urge to kill ( Read more... )

There's a refreshing chill to the Chicago air here on North Clark Street, compared to the unrelenting New Delhi warmth.  The Master would like to enjoy it.

Unfortunately, he's here on business.

The cold is already biting into his skin more than his Time Lord nerves should allow - his body, his real body, not this Rift-designed degrading clone -  ( Read more... )