The Master strode along the busy streets of cardiff watching the humans as he went past. They were so dull, so drab, so... uninteresting. He had set up a temporary base of operations in a warehouse but the necessity of equipment was forcing him to go out in public again. And yet again the Master found himself wishing he had found some lackeys to do his bidding. If he had simply found a couple of weakminded humans to do what he wanted then he wouldn't be doing this kind of legwork on his own. There was the other reason as well. Other than his hair, his appearance had not shifted at all. Of course, nobody had recognized him yet... but there was always the off-chance that one of the humans was paying the least bit of attention. Not that the Master truly cared. The humans didn't matter. Never did in fact. It would come down to the Doctor and the Master in the end. Just like it always did.