Panic was a useful weapon indeed, Issildia observed with a tight lipped smirk as her cerulean gaze flickered over the ashen landscape that she had crafted. The fools hiding away in their ships… fear and perhaps a tinge of curiosity boiling in their blood. Yet the woman paused as her own inner wish to finish them off face to face was quieted by her training at the Institute.
“Deception will serve you better than a bloodied blade…” The words of her handler reverberating icily within her thoughts. Issildia had indeed hoped to make this hunt a swift one, but trickery and deceit would be far more useful in prompting the Doctor to willingly return with her to Torchwood, rather than towing him home in chains. Of course Issildia possessed the foresight to support the particular approach, and was more than prepared to send the Time Lords and their entourage off on a wild goose chance.
Again she drew out that glassy disk that she had previously stowed in her inner pocket. The device functioned as far more than simplistic scanner, it also served as a rather useful communications device.
Her voice was smooth and calm as the woman spoke into the gleaming disc.
“Captain…I presume that the payment was sufficient?” Another voice replied mere moments later, its tone raspy and quite deep.
“Affirmative, The Shadow Proclamation extends its gratitude to you along with we Judoon. The Rani shall be punished for her crimes against Miasimia Goria.” Again something that resembled a satisfied leer tugged at her otherwise emotionless features.
“I am all too pleased to have a hand in delivering justice Captain….Torchwood out.” She finished coldly as the wind began to pick up around them. The Judoon rocket now in low orbit, ready to descend upon the scene.
The Doctor, friends and enemies alike would now have a choice, to stand and attempt to fight off an entire legion of Judoon, or run to battle another day. The choice was theirs.
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