[ WP ] Michael Fishbein , Rogue Accountant

`` MICHEAL.'' 
 
 `` What is it?'' 
 
 The two figures were hunched over a suitcase in a quiet warehouse down near the docks. Outside it was midnight and the ships were n't due for another few hours. In here the time did n't matter and men with guns were coming for Micheal and his intern. 
 
 `` I hear guns.'' 
 
 `` I'm taking that under advisement. Looks like he's got an offshore account.'' 
 
 `` I do n't think that's important right now.'' 
 
 Micheal shook his head. Typical for Jimmy to miss the point. The man had an offshore account and kept all the information at a dock yard. There was clearly something fishy going on. Fishy like the the contents of all these crates clearly marked `` fish.'' 
 He dove deeper into the accounts. Numbers present themselves in neat, orderly rows. He saw them streaming by, pointing out the errors. 
 Jimmy tugged nervously on Micheal's sleeve but the accountant did n't feel it. He was lost in the midst of the accounts. 
 
 A few days ago Tony Geppetto had come to Mike and asked for some help with his books. There was a Federal Investigation, he explained, and he needed some numbers legitimised. Otherwise, and Micheal remembered the threat very clearly, he'd end up `` sleeping with the fishes.'' 
 
 Fish. Like the ones in the crates. 
 
 Like in the accountants. 
 
 Offshore. 
 
 Fish as in Fishbeign, Micheal's own surname. 
 
 Something was going on. 
 
 He turned a page, following the money just like he had followed it to this warehouse. There had to be an easier way to make a living than this, but Mike could n't think of one that would be more fun. 
 
 `` Mr. Fishbeign!'' Came the voice. Jimmy whimpered a bit, but it did n't matter. Mike had just worked it all out. He stood and straightened his tie. 
 
 `` Tony. I believe I've cracked your accounts.'' 
 
 `` I did n't ask you to go off script on me. I asked you to cook the books I gave you.'' 
 
 `` But I've worked it all out. The Feds are looking for your money, right? And I know just where to hide it.'' 
 
 Say what you will about Micheal Fishbeign. Accuse him of breaking into your warehouse, point guns at him, once he's on a job there's no stopping the rogue accountant. 
 
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 Just a quick story I've thrown together on my phone. I love the idea of an accountant who's a force of nature, dim witted when it comes to everything but numbers. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed the prompt.
