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Characters: The Master (demnify), Sam Tyler (didorothy), Gene Hunt (theguv), Annie Cartwright (mouthyplonk), Ray Carling (gotitwrong), Chris Skelton (knowswheregodis), Hei (contract_star), Mu (lamb_of_gold), Diva (chansondelamort), Ammy (shinypaws), d!Five (miseardae). IF I FORGOT ANYONE TELL ME.
Location: The Master's fortress.
Time: Now.
Summary: The Master's trap has been sprung, and CID's time is running out. Will the rescue team be able to save them, or

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CID blah thread

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[mouthyplonk]

Annie sat against the wall, the handcuffs too tight, the metal too cold, everything too much. She looked at Sam for a moment but had to look away as his eyes flickered. That yellow she had seen before, just once. They were much too cold as well. They scared her nearly as much as this room.

Nearly, but not quite.

Her gaze continued bouncing around the room, falling on a table with too many tools and too many weapons. Laid out and untouched and just waiting for someone to come along and put them to use. She couldn't look at that too long, either.

She looked at the stranger in the room. The Master, the bloke Sam and the Guv had warned against - for good reason, it turned out. Surely this man could be reasoned with, no one was beyond reason. She might have even tried speaking up, but she was too terrified to even think of what to say at this point. So she just leaned her head back and closed her eyes, trying to calm her own anxieties at least for a few fleeting seconds.

With her eyes closed she didn't have to look at

[knowswheregodis]

For one glorious moment, as everything came to, Chris thought he'd landed a kinky bird and just didn't remember it.

Then he remembered everything and wanted to go back to the previous thought. Now he only had a lump settling into his stomach like too many pints, all threatening to come up at once. He tugged at the handcuffs, not really thinking they would give way, just that he had to do something. The metal dug into his skin and he winced. That was a bit useless.

Chris swallowed and it only made him more aware of his fears. He wouldn't let himself look at anything in the room. He couldn't let someone see how afraid he was. He had to be the brave copper.

The mantra wasn't working. Even he knew that. Chris kept his head down and just tried to light a flicker of hope in him: they were together, so maybe they could do something.

Yeah, maybe.

Rescue Blah Thread

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[shinypaws]

It had taken Amaterasu a few minutes to figure out what the flashing on her odd little mobile phone meant. As soon as she heard Sam's distressed voice, she slipped the phone back into her Astral Bag and went directly to the Plane. There she paused, looking around to see if she could spot Sam, but he was nowhere in sight--it was as much as she expected.

She began trotting in circles, frowning deeply, her nose to the ground. Sam spent so much time here that his scent was everywhere, but--there. Sam's scent, intertwined with Gene's, the Master's...and fear. Fear and anger. The fur on Amaterasu's hackles rose.

Then she took off running for the fortress. She could only hope that others had gotten the same message she had.

[chansondelamort]

Diva had been at home when her phone chimed merrily. She had been watching the television with idle curiosity, since she didn't understand most of the programs. However, this one channel, "MTV" was especially interesting just because of how odd the "music" was. She flipped her phone open, fiddling with it until her voicemail came up.

Her blood ran cold as she listened to the brief message, and she went to the Plane right away. Diva put her hand lightly to her head thinking of all the terrible, awful, and wonderful things she would do to whoever it was that had...

But the thought was broken as she saw Amaterasu. The very dark expression changed right away as tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes, and Diva trotted after the wolf goddess, clutching the phone to her chest.

"Ne, Amaterasu! Wait, please!" she called after her. Even though Diva would be able to catch up easily, she felt like saving her energy would be smarter.

[miseardae]

He always kept the mobile in his pocket, though it didn't ring often; he kept in touch with most allies in more advanced means. There were only a few people it could be, and his frown was curious and wary as he flipped it open.

It deepened into a worried scowl as he listened; it was a sincere enough concern, and expressing it is habitual. The next second he was on the Plane striding towards the Masters' fortress. Sam wasn't going to die again, he wouldn't allow it.

He realises within moments that he's not the only one here; he wastes no energy calling out to them, they'll notice him soon enough.