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ver-suave, the Master was describing with relish his plan to dispose of the Brigadier whom he would then personally replace using his new hypnotic technique and thereby thwarting resistance to his foul schemes.
 
'It'll never work,' said Lethbridge-Stewart, 'You'll never fool the Doctor!'
 
'My dear, Brigadier,' sighed the Master, 'you really underestimate me, don't you? You see, once I'm in control of UNIT, I shall simply...'
 
He was suddenly cut short by the wheezing sound of his TARDIS materializing, He looked surprised...In fact, he was!
 
Worriedly, he rushed to the console that controlled the TARDIS and checked the scanner - darkness! He then checked the computers - Nivkel?! What was going on? Might the Time Lords have brought him here? The thought frightened him, but who else could have done so...? Fetching an oxygen mask - the very likeness of an Etruscan urn - and his deadly body-shrinking weapon, he prepared to go outside.
 
'I'm afraid that I shall have to leave you alone for a while,' said the Master. 'Please do not do anything silly, Brigadier, or there shall be a corner of a far-off planet that is forever England.'
 
With that, he exited.
 
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iz Shaw's eyes were now accustomed to the murkiness. She now discerned that she and the Doctor were actually in a tunnel, rather than a cavern. As the Doctor reversed the polarity of the laser signal, humming away to himself as he did so, she took a few cautious steps into the surrounding darkness. each time the lamp atop the Police Box flashed, something further down the tunnel responded with a reflection - yes, there was something 'slivery' down there...
 
Metallic fingers moved over the instrument-panel at the centre of which was a tv monitor; the image on the screen was of a blue box with a flashing light on top.
 
'It is the Doctor's TARDIS,' said the creature, in tones which were inverse to those of human speech. It threw a switch and the picture changed to show another subterranean location - a blue box with a flashing light! And a humanoid moving about in the darkness! Two TARDIS-es? two Time Lords? Two Doctors?
 
'Investigate!'
 
The Doctor readily agreed to Liz Shaw's suggestion that they investigate the rest of the tunnel, his job now completed. But what they found down there left him stunned: everything from chairs and bunks, display units, and computer banks, two huge cylinders of oxygen and other gases intended for fusion - salvage from a space-craft!
 
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ow, the Master had not seen the creatures approach, but he had left the scanner switched on inside the TARDIS, and so the poor old Brigadier saw everything. He recognised them at once. He and the Doctor had dealt with these monsters before!
 
Here indeed was a mystery that needed solving, thought the Doctor. Before too long, he had kicked the ship's computers back into life. A faint image appeared on the screen: the flag of the UN was displayed to the accompaniment of an abridged rendition of "Copland 'd Fanfare for the Common Man". The Doctor adjusted the perpendicular hold so that the 3-D effect was just right. By this time, the picture had altered and now showed a very elegant lady who introduced herself as the President of the United States of Earth; she resembled Vera Lynn.
 
Back inside the Master's TARDIS, the Brig was struggling to free himself. On the screen, he saw two of the monsters leading the Master away, their silvery form glinting in the reflected light from the TARDIS; the third, however was approaching the Police Box...If only he could free himself and reach the controls...
 
Too late! The creature the TARDIS and proceeded to place a metallic box, the size of an average biscuit-tin, on top of the console. Turning to Lethbridge-Stewart, it spoke:
 
'I am a Dalek! You are my prisoner. Resist and I shall exterminate you!!'
 
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