After appropriately dealing with Mr. Farrel Sr. – ensuring that he would remain out of their way and not bring about any suspicion on their work – the Master and the Mistress finished assembling enough Auton soldiers so that they could continue their work for them. After all, you didn't have the masterminds of such a plan doing the grunt work. That was work for their minions, such as the Autons.
So with the Autons now able to handle the creation of their forces themselves, all that was left to do was for the Master to finish of his fiendish idea. And soon enough he did.
Once he was then done, the Master had brought the Mistress in for its first test. And when she'd seen what it could do, she'd squealed in delight. The human race wouldn't know what hit them, and soon after that, they'd be extinct or enslaved to the Nestene. Either way the Master and the Mistress will have done their part.
Afterwards the Master made sure the Autons understood his invention throughly, before leaving them to deal with the manufacturing of that as well.
And now that their grunt force was assembled, they could relax a little, as they made their way up to Mr. Farrel's office. There, the Master sat down at the desk and proceeded to work through some paper work, for extra materials he was ordering in for the Autons. As for the Mistress, she made herself comfy on the edge of the desk. Her legs hanging over the edge, as she simply enjoyed the sight of her Master behind a desk.
She teased him a little about it, and he'd teased her back about being his secretary, which lead to a playful squabble up until Mr. Farrel walked in.
"I've sent the staff home as you ordered, Mistress," said a happy Mr. Farrel as he stopped before the desk.
"Very good, Mr. Farrel. Now, begin maximum output of our new product," she instructed him from her graceful position on the desk.
"Without workers?" he asked in bewilderment.
"The Nestene Autons will run the factory for us," explained the Master, without looking up from whatever he was writing.
When Mr. Farrel lingered after receiving his orders, the Mistress glanced over at him with a questioning look. "I'm still afraid my father will make trouble for us. He doesn't understand," explained Mr. Farrel, hearing the Mistress's unspoken question.
With a smile, the Mistress soothed his mind. "There's no need to worry about your father any more, Mr. Farrel."
"No?" he asked hopefully.
"No," the Mistress assured him. "I caught him on his way out, and we had a nice little chat about our new production line. After hearing about it he was most pleased. So pleased in fact, that he was more than happy to leave the running of things around here, to me and my husband."
"Oh, good," said a relieved Mr. Farrel, smiling gratefully before another thought occurred to him, about something the Master had done earlier.
"Eh, excuse me, sir," he said towards the Master, who looked up with a rather tired and bored expression. This was usually the dull part of his and the Mistress's plans. The waiting part. But it was also the point when many things could go wrong, if they allowed it.
"Yes, what is it, Farrel?" asked the Master tediously.
"I was just wondering, why did you send Professor Philips to the circus? The UNIT people may find him." It was only then, that the Mistress remembered about the Professor at all. The Master had taken him with them when they first left the radio telescope, but she'd completely forgotten to ask what he'd planned to do with him. As such, she turned to look at her Master with another questioning glance. This time aimed at him.
The Master merely grinned knowingly in response. Taking in a moment of enjoyment during this dull time. "Well, Mr. Farrel, the thing is… I actually sent Professor Philips to the circus, so that he would be found – particularly by the Doctor."
"I'm sorry, I don't understand," admitted Mr. Farrel with a frown. But from the edge of the desk the Mistress's confused look had turned into a growing smile.
"You see, the bomb and the compressed man we left behind at the radio telescope, was by means of a greeting card to the Doctor. So that he would know it was the Mistress and myself he was facing. For that reason, the car will lure the Doctor to the circus – and then there, we shall subdue him until our plan is complete," explained a satisfied Master, before looking over to his equally excited Mistress. Like himself, she too was looking forward to seeing their old friend again. At least before they destroyed his new home that was. That was the part they were really look forward too.
"I was hoping to keep it a surprise…" admitted the Master to the Mistress, only to then be cut off as she slid across the desk and landed on his lap. Straddling him as she came down on him like a vicious beast, capturing his lips and holding them for one long maddening kiss.
Victory always made the Mistress aroused, but the thought of having the Doctor in her clutches and forcing him to watch, helplessly as they destroyed this world. It was too much for her, she couldn't hold herself back as the pleasures raced through her mind.
"I don't suppose we have time…" she whispered in between heated kisses.
"For you, my Mistress, there's always time," declared the Master, before shooting out of his seat and making the Mistress squeal as he held her in his powerful arms. "Farrel, leave us," ordered the Master, to which the man swiftly exited before the Master threw the Mistress down on the desk. What then followed was half an hour of intense and animal like love which steamed up the room before the Master and the Mistress finally released one another.
It had been nice for that quick bit of fun, but they really ought to be more focused on their work.
Once redressed, it was as if nothing had ever happened. With the Master sat behind the desk once more, papers returned to their proper place, and the Mistress sat upon her edge of the desk. In her hand though, she now held an alien computer manual, which she casually flicked through like one would a magazine.
It was during this point, that the small monitor on the side of the Master's desk, began to beep.
As a means of foresight, the Master had turned it into a communications device between him and Professor Philips, who was current in the Master's TARDIS after having been given the key ahead of time. "Yes, what is it?" the Master asked, as the Mistress leaned over to see Professor Philips stood inside the Master's TARDIS, looking at them through the ship's scanner, which the Master had also tuned before hand.
"The Doctor has arrived and been captured by Mr. Russel and his men, per your request," Professor Philips informed them, to which the Mistress clapped her hands together in eager excitement, her delightful smile growing as the Master smirked triumphantly.
"That's good to hear. Thank you, Professor. I'll send some Autons to pick them up, at once" the Master said, reaching over to turn of the monitor until Professor Philips continued speaking.
"Actually, there is one other thing, sir," added Professor Philips.
"Oh?" asked the Master curiously, indicating for the Professor to answer him when he said nothing more.
"A girl arrived around the same time as the Doctor. She'd been snooping around and saw me enter your ship."
The Master thought for a moment, sharing a look with the Mistress before saying, "This girl, describe her to us?"
"Small. Blonde. Short hair," Professor Philips answered robotically.
"Sounds like the Doctor's little friend alright. Switch on the outward scanner and transmit the feed to us here," ordered the Master.
However, rather than waiting for his servant's reply, the Master closed his eyes and reached out with his mind towards Professor Philips. After all, the Professor would have no idea how to work the TARDIS controls, and the Master wasn't such a fool that he'd teach a mere human how to operate his TARDIS. So he had to briefly link his mind to the Professor's. Taking control and guiding him, until he opened his eyes to see what his TARDIS saw.
It was a useful trick, being able to link his mind with another. But it was extremely hard, and from his own experience, only worked with already hypnotised subjects – and even then there was always a risk of breaking his hypnotic control once he performed the link.
But for him and the Mistress, it was worth it on this occasion, as they saw the Doctor and Jo looking out from a caravan, before ducking back out of sight. The Mistress smirked as she then said, "Seems the Doctor has escaped Mr. Russel and his men." Though in truth she was hardly surprised. The Doctor was a fellow Time Lord after all.
The Master hummed his agreement, though was clearly a little disappointed. The Mistress was too, only she was hiding it much better. They'd both been looking forward to having the Doctor in their clutches – and in person.
"Alright, Philips, here's what I want you to do," the Master began, before directing the Professor to a weapons room and ordering him to take an alien grenade. "You will show the Doctor this grenade, understand? You will then threaten to activate if he or his friend try to leave. When our Autons arrive you will then return with them, bringing the Doctor and his friend with you. Understood?"
"Yes, Master," answered Professor Philips, before turning off the TARDIS's scanner and proceeding to hold the Doctor and Jo captive. Waiting until the Master and the Mistress's Autons could arrive to collect them. And while they waited, the Master and his Mistress laughed between themselves. Very much looking forward to their face to face meeting with the Doctor.