Feb 08, 2010 23:47
El Dorado was rapidly becoming one of the places the Doctor was regretting visiting. Not that he even wanted to visit it. If had been willingly? Maybe. Being forced and kept prisoner in a confined city? Not so much. It almost reminded him of being stuck on Earth and working with UNIT. Almost. There was a distinctive lack of a certain yellow car.
Hounding on the staff did little - which was unusual. At the least he should of been told to shut it. Instead, the Doctor continued to be greeted by smiles and all his questions answered. Not that he took "I'm sorry, your ship is not located in the City" as a proper answer. It was pretty much not an answer in the Doctor's book.
Which led him to where he was now. Outside the Central Mansion, sonic screwdriver in hand, and running it along the wall. His ear was pressed up against the smooth white brick as he listened to the vibrations that the sonic impulse created. Stone made one vibration, an empty shaft another. There had to be something about this building that was out of place. He was going to find it and see what was really making this city tick.
He was slightly disappointed. He kept his sonic and his psychic paper, but no bananas.
death,
gabriel "sylar" gray,
the doctor (9th)