With Mr. Farrel under their control, the Master and the Mistress had essentially complete control over the plastics factory. Everything was going exactly as planned, the Mistress thought, as they made their way through the factory. And with Mr. Farrel at their side, no one questioned them. Any orders they gave were backed up by Mr. Farrel, so the workers had no choice but to comply. And the Mistress did enjoy the looks on their faces when she gave an order and they reluctantly obeyed it.
She got two of the stronger workers to retrieve the crate with Nestene energy unit and then bring it to a secluded workshop which the Master and Mistress had seized for themselves. The workers in the workshop had been most surprised, but obeyed when Mr. Farrel angrily ordered them out. He'd then apologised for the disruption to both the Mistress and the Master, who were both satisfied with his dedication to their orders.
Once the crate was delivered, the two stronger workers were ordered away, before the Master opened it up and brought out the purple bleeping orb. He placed it carefully on a table, before connecting it to some of the machinery which produced the plastic. This way, the plastic that it produced would be infused with consciousness of the Nestene, allowing it to come alive. They'd have to start out small however, but soon the entire factory would be producing Nestene plastic, and forming hundreds upon hundred of Auton troops.
The Mistress was looking forward to commanding an army once again.
Once the Master finished setting up the process and initiating it, the Mistress snapped her fingers and Mr. Farrel fell in behind them as they exited the workshop and stepped out into the yard around the factory. "Now for your main computer," declared Master.
"Where will we find it?" inquired the Mistress, with a look to Mr. Farrel.
"This way," he gestured, before the Master and Mistress took off with him in tow. They made their way around the yard, walking among many of the plastics factory's previous products, which had been left outside in various piles. The assumption was it was either damaged stock or something that had just proved so unsellable that even the dump wouldn't take it. In any case, Mr. Farrel was assuring them from behind as they walked, that this was the quickest way back to the main building. Although the Mistress half suspected his mind was still treating this as a business deal, and that he was trying to show off for them so that he might close the deal. Not understanding that for the Master and the Mistress, they already had what they wanted.
"What do you need my computer for?" asked Mr. Farrel suddenly, prompting the Mistress to sharply look back at him. She briefly wondered if he'd somehow been able to fight off her control. But from his blank gaze and level stride to keep up with them, he still seemed to be perfectly under her control. It just seemed there was a little bit of free will in their too. At least enough to ask questions, which the Mistress didn't necessarily mind. And neither did the Master, seeing as he answered the question openly.
"I'm going to erase all your other orders. That way you and your company will be able to focus solely on our needs."
"But that would change our whole production line!" exclaimed Mr. Farrel, earning another sharp look from the Mistress. It seemed his free will was getting a little to bold, she decided, coming to a stop along with the Master as they both turned to face him.
"I can't allow this. My father, he'd–"
"Mr. Farrel, you do not need to worry about your father," instructed the Mistress in her soothing voice, as she cut off Mr. Farrel. Capturing him in her hypnotic blue eyes once more. "Remember, you purpose, Mr. Farrel. What is your purpose?"
"To…To satisfy and obey you…" answered Mr. Farrel with some resistance.
Seeing that she was going to need to do some more work on his mind, the Mistress stepped closer to Mr. Farrel. Giving him a closer look at her magnificent blue eyes. Now enunciating more clearly as she spoke, so that his mind couldn't possibly fight her any longer. "That's right. Now say it again, this time knowing that it is completely true."
"My purpose is to satisfy and obey you," Mr. Farrel said more confidently this time. The hypnotic trance now taking a deeper and more firm root.
"Good. Now whenever you think of defying me or the Master, I want you to remember those words. Remember the conviction you said them with. And you will repeat those words in your mind, over and over until you once again believe them to be true. Understand?"
"Yes, I understand," acknowledged Mr. Farrel, again without hesitation.
"And I want you to forget about what your father would do. You're in charge now. This is your company. And you will run it as you see fit," the Mistress added, giving the weakling a little back bone for any problems that might be on the horizon. From the way he spoke about his father, it sounded like he might be an issue. But nothing she and the Master couldn't handle, so long as Mr. Farrel Jr. remembered his place and stood his ground.
"Yes," declared Mr. Farrel loudly, as if he'd said the Mistress's worlds himself.
"And you see fit, to serve me. Don't you?" questioned the Mistress, testing the loyalties of his subconscious.
"My purpose is to satisfy and to obey you," Mr. Farrel repeated, assuring the Mistress that she'd secured her hold over him. Although, she made a note to condition him again later if she saw him slipping.
Breaking off her hypnotic hold, Mr. Farrel shook his head, as if coming out of a heavy day dream. "I'm…sorry about that," he apologised. "I don't know what I was thinking, Mistress."
"That's quite alright, Mr. Farrel," said the Mistress, as she shared a grin with the Master. "Now, you were showing my husband to your main computer, so that he might erase your other orders?"
"Of course, right his way," Mr. Farrel said, gesturing towards a nearby door into the factory. They began to walk towards it when suddenly they heard a clattering noise from behind.
They swiftly turned around – the Master and the Mistress faster than Mr. Farrel, thanks to their enhanced reaction time. And as they turned they saw a young woman duck behind a series of plastic barrels. However, she obviously knew she'd been caught, as she rose back up with a nervous smile. "Oh, hello," she said sheepishly.
The Mistress just smiled, more curious than anything. She'd soon have her answers however, as the Master quickly ensnared the girl in his powerful, and instantaneous, hypnotic glare. One look and her face then went completely blank, as she straightened up to her full height – which wasn't all that tall. In fact, she was a little short, with blonde hair and a dress sense typical of this period in human history.
With a snap of his fingers, the Master than had her follow them back up to Mr. Farrel's office were they proceeded to interrogator her. But while she was under hypnosis, she didn't put up much of a struggle, and answered every question honestly.
"And who went to the Radio Telescope Station?" asked the Master, as he, the Mistress and Mr. Farrel stood opposite the hypnotised woman – whom they'd identified as Jo Grant, the new assistant to the Doctor and a member of UNIT. They'd also learnt from her that UNIT was government military organisation, which dealt with Earth's extraterrestrial threats. Which was exactly what they were. And UNIT apparently knew of the Master and the Mistress as well, thanks to the Doctor.
The Mistress had smiled at that, happy to hear he'd gotten their little greeting present.
"Myself, the Brigadier, and the Doctor," Jo answered the Master's question, in a dull expressionless voice. Completely entranced and unable to fight the hold the Master now held over her.
"Who was the Brigadier again?" asked the Mistress as she casually ran a hand through her long thick hair, brushing it out.
"The leader of UNIT," Jo answered without even blinking.
"Ah, yes," the Mistress said while bitting down on her lip. "I'll look forward to meeting him. Always did have a thing for military men," she added with a look to the Master. He raised his brow in innocence, though smiled knowingly all the same. That had been back when they both had different faces.
"Ah, Doctor," the Master then hummed amusingly as he stepped toward Jo in her entranced state. "Curiosity always was his weakness. Wouldn't you agree, Mistress?" he said with a grin back to her.
She smiled in response, now rolling a strand of her hair around her finger. The tips of it blonde before then fading into a dark – almost purple – brunette. "Of course. And as his friends, it's only right for us to satisfy that curious little mind of his," added the Mistress, as if she were taunting the Doctor herself.
"Quite so," agreed the Master as he turned back to Jo. "You will return to UNIT with a negative report. You found nothing Suspicious. Everything was in order," explained the Master to Jo, knowing she'd believe it all to be true once she exited the trance he'd put her in.
"Yes. Everything is in order."
"When you leave this room you will have no memory of meeting me, or the Mistress. Only Mr. Farrel."
"Only Mr. Farrel," repeated Jo, as if already accepting it to be fact.
"And remember, upon your return to UNIT, when they bring in the crate that they believe to be holding the Nestene energy unit, you are to open it at once," added the Master, before handing Jo a set of keys that she would later use to unlock the aforementioned crate. A crate which would no longer contain the Nestene energy unit. But a bomb!
"I understand."
"You will follow my commands without a further word from me," the Master said in parting.
"I shall obey," Jo replied.
The Mistress then looked over to Mr. Farrel and said, "Please show Ms. Grant off the premise at once." With a nod, Mr. Farrel then led Jo out the office and outside, where she then snapped out of her trance. From the office window, the Master and the Mistress then watched with matching smirks as Mr. Farrel and Jo exchanged goodbyes. Their little double agent then got into her car, beginning the return drive to UNIT as fast as she could.
"You know, it's almost a shame to be as smart and cunning as we are. Don't you think?" asked the Master as they remained at the window. Looking out at the world that would soon be gone.
"Oh, yes, definitely," agreed the Mistress, before looking to the Master. Both then began to laugh cruelly, only stopping when they took each other in a power and commanding kiss. How they loved to be evil. However, their romance would have to wait, for they had an army to build. And there was no time like the present.