Winston approached the door at the end of the walkway. Dead Angry Masters littered the area behind him; some stirring with broken bodies. They moaned angrily, but Winston didn't care, they got what they deserved. The door wouldn't open, and he pushed it a few times to try and force it. 

"Ra-rae?" 

A little box, the size of a piece of A4 paper was affixed to the wall besides the door. It had a large blue square in its centre, and out of curiosity Winston put a palm on it. Immediately bright lights started flashing, and a hidden Master started yelling at him.

"ID not recognised, remain where you are, security personnel have been called," it had shouted.

Winston didn't know what he'd done, but he knew the Blue Masters were bad men. They carried objects that caused Winston great pain, and they made loud noises. He looked around for an escape but there was only one way out - the way he had come. Carefully, he started stalking forwards, eyes darting around this way and that. As he reached the end of the corridor, and entered the Bad Room again, he was relieved to see that no one was there. Just more dead Angry Masters. 

He had put his palm against the screen, thinking it was some kind of button, but now he realised that perhaps it did not recognise his paw. This gave the overgrown and extremely pissed off hamster a grand idea, and within seconds, he had torn an appendage from one of the many dead Masters. Taking it back down towards the locked door, he noted the alarms had stopped, and there were still no sign of the Blue Masters. 

Not wasting any time, he shoved the appendage against the square, repeatedly. The little box lit up with a green glow. 

"ID Recognised, welcome Dr. John Martin. I hope you are having a wonderful day," the hidden Master's voice said. The door opened in short order.

Stepping in, Winston suddenly felt a great pang of something awful. Something that sunk low in his gut, making him [i]sad[/i]? Is that what they called it? For there was one of his kind, strapped to a big metal table, with its insides all torn out. There were screens, and bright lights, all flickering information at him that he did not understand. He walked over to his fallen comrade, and sniffed the remains. 

[i]Fear. Terror. Anguish[/i]

"RAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" He screamed, punching anything and everything next to him. 

Something moved in the corner of his eye, and before he had time to react, an Angry Master had jumped on him. It was strong, much stronger than the other Angry Masters, and Winston found himself tumbling onto the ground with a pair of teeth clenched to his fury neck in a vice like grip. He fought back, raking his claws up and down the Angry Master's back, sending black blood and torn clothes into the air like confetti.