Author's note: Thanks for adding MA to your reading list! Enjoy!

Recently, I saw a commentary on The Godfather and realized...woah, people might think I watched it or something. Never watched The Godfather, but I guess The Master could be likened to The Godfather.

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"Boss...Hello, are you going to let us come in?"

"Yeah, we hear it's going to pour!", the other whiny one added.

Tomas stood petrified at the door entrance.

If he let them in, he'd be letting the men responsible for multiple crimes and murders have his life in their hands. If he didn't, they might break down the door and he'd have suspicion thrust at him on why he didn't open it immediately.

Being caught between a rock and a bad place, he chose to compose himself and do what he always did when a situation was out of his control-act like he knew what he was doing.

"Come in.", he mentioned as he opened the door and gestured towards the empty apartment.

"Huh? What are you doing here...Wait a minute, aren't you The Master's accountant?"

"Brother,", the taller one slapped the whiny one's arms, saying, "Duh, I'd assume he'd have free reign over this apartment-him being The Master's apprentice and all."

"But I thought you said his apprentice was his nephew...oh, that explains a lot, actually.", the shorter brother whispered as Tomas tapped his foot impatiently.

So his uncle told his closest confidants Tomas was his protégé? Wonderful. This could work out in his favor if he played his cards right.

"What do you want?"

"We have some business to discuss with The Master. Is he here?", the taller one asked.

Tomas phrased his next statements very carefully, "He was."

Slowly walking across the hallway, he reached the living room and the two gangsters followed him, oblivious to Tomas's true intentions.

"And?"

"He left for Argentina."

"What?", the shorter one screeched while the other reached for his firearm by his side.

"I had presumed he would inform you of the matter. You are his most loyal...compatriots."

Holding his tongue from saying criminals was the hardest thing that Tomas had endeavored to do this whole night. If he did not keep it together, he would get his head blown clean off.

"Did he mention why?", the taller one pondered out loud.

"I came here to deliver reports and settle some accounts after he called me this night and asked for my help. Alas, all he told me when I got here was that he had some friends in Argentina and that he thought he could make a run for it before the DA caught wind of it."

"That sounds like him. Rather run than go to jail again.", the shorter one stated.

"I remember that's what he did in the UK when the cops were onto him there. Speaking of which, that's what we were going to tell him about! Our MI6 agent got the name of the one who subverted our whole operation and got the bloke from the company to confess!", the taller one recalled.

"Really?"

"And apparently, it's a woman! She even dressed up as a granny and devised a way to spy on the company by working as a janitor! Can you believe the gall of that lady?"

Tomas internally smiled. He could believe it, and now he knew who laid out his jacket on him on late nights when he fell asleep at the office. She must have come back from Scotland early.

Now all he had to do was get rid of the Lombardi brothers and make them disappear for good.

"Unfortunately, she lives in Scotland so we would have to go all the way there to catch her and get her to confess her subversive tactics. I don't think having British authorities messing with American investigations unofficially will delve well with the court's sense of due justice."

"There's a greater issue at hand," Tomas uttered, stroking the chair before he came to sit down in it.

"What would that be?"

Had his uncle really hired such dapper fools to be his lackeys?

"He's gone and fled to Argentina. There can be no trial without him present there to have the charges read."

"You're right! We must go after him. Did he by perchance say where in Argentina his friends were located?", the shorter one vocalized.

"All I know is he was rushing out of his apartment and had made up his mind by the time I got here. Packed his suitcase and everything. I could do nothing to dissuade him."

"He must have panicked real good this time. I thought The Master swore he would never lie down and let the Yankees get him. Rather die than flee again."

"Must have changed his mind", Tomas wagered.

"We were about to declare a mistrial to...******* it. Wish we had gotten to him sooner."

"In the meantime, can you go to uncle's office and inform his secretary of his departure? The feds have the place on lookout and we ain't exactly on good speaking terms with them."

"I'd be risking my own neck to do that. They have no idea I'm involved with my uncle yet.", Tomas reasoned.

"Can ya at least call the secretary and ask her to perform a temporary change-of-command? He's gone and left us and we need someone to be in charge while we head to Argentina."

"You are going?"

"We'll find him and when we do, we'll be back."

As they rushed out, Tomas breathed a sigh of relief and searched for the amulet he had hidden within the sofa before he answered the door.

It was still there. They hadn't seen it and they still had no idea he had been married to the British spy.

He realized once the Lombardi brothers got to South America, they would figure out the truth.

As a result, he panicked and looked for the secretary's personal number. He deduced that the secretary and The Master had been friendly towards one another, so he guessed it had to be around here somewhere.

Going into the kitchen for a drink after scouring the living room, he glanced upon the fridge and saw a familiar last name and a number.

"Wow. Leaving that in the open, pretty ****** move right there, uncle. You thought the cops wouldn't find you here, huh?"

Dialing her number at 3 am in the morning might not have been the best idea though.

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Author's note: Tomas should be in bed right now; he's lost so much sleep.