Fishy's Adventures

Chapter Twenty-Two - The Double Agent

Sir Gregory Fishy was sitting in his study, browsing through some private databases on the laptop. He was looking at the intelligence his people had gathered during the IIIrd crisis.
"Hmm.. Bukky? No, deceased. Froggy? Too loyal. Goldy? Meh, I wouldn't trust him. Ms Important? Not mobile enough. Wait. What's that?" - On his screen he saw a database entry that wasn't completely filled out.
"Yvonne Isher? Who in the world is she? No picture, almost no data.. almost. Jayden, bring me the phone. Get the voice modulator as well."
An aging man in a scruffy coat brought the devices to Greg's desk.
"There you go, sir. Now excuse me while I go inject some..."
"Spare me the details. Just leave for now."
The crook left the office, as Greg was calling the number. He had high hopes, although he couldn't be sure it would work.
Jumping to a different space and time, a few minutes ago, not far away from the IIIrd LO, a young man and a hooded shady woman met.
"Miss, I'm here, just as you asked. How could I be of help?" - he said.
"Good that you're here, Vantami." - the woman took her hood off. It was Ms Isher! - "During all these days that we cooperated together to teach you Chemistry, I've come to realize that you're easily the most talented student of mine. You even beat those retards at the SHVS! I want to give something to you, my boy. Take this. Open now, don't be shy!" - Isher gave Vantami a large envelope. Inside, he found a couple documents. He was more and more astonished the longer he stared at those. His heart started racing.
"A certificate of finishing the school? With absolutely perfect grades? All the finals "aced"? But how? And why?" - Vantami had plenty of questions.
"It wasn't easy to forge these papers. But they look even better than the originals, don't they? You don't really have to go to the IIIrd LO anymore, Matthew. It cost me much effort, though. In return for this generous gift, this investment for the future, I ask only one thing of you."
"Which is?..." - Vantami was slightly frightened. It was like signing a pact with the devil. This time though, he wished he'd been negotiating with the devil.
"Dear boy" - Isher said. - "You're working for me now. Don't act suspicious, wait until I call you. You don't really have to do anything else. You've just "graduated"!"
A few minutes after they parted, Isher was making her way down the street, satisfied with herself, when her phone rang. This couldn't be Vantami. Who then? Not the family for sure.
"Undisclosed number" - Isher frowned. - "This probably spells trouble. But even bigger issues if I don't answer."
"Hello, this is Yvonne Isher speaking." - she said as confidently as she could. In response, she heard an incredibly garbled voice. Possibly because of a modulator.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. We don't know each other. I'm calling you and you in particular, because I want you to do some things for me."
"Why would I do what you want?"
"Because then you'd be rewarded mightily.  Money, estates, businesses, influence, whatever you desire. I just need your help in something I couldn't do myself."
"What do you want then?" - Isher said with a voice colder than the coldest arctic winter. She had to stay calm.
"Unfortunately I can't tell you that through this phone. Too risky. If you wander to the phone booth near the shopping center, you'll find a piece of paper taped under it. You'll know what to do. If you succeed, I'll personally reward you. If not, I will seek help of someone else. Make a wise decision."
"But wait, what.." - The sound of a phone hanging up interrupted Ms Isher from asking any more questions.
After a rather long and tiresome journey through the city, she finally found the phone booth. Under it indeed was a piece of paper. The writing said: "Convince Fishy to purge the mafia in Cufthill. Rewards await you. xoxo"
Ms Isher smiled calmly. She already had a plan. And she was quite confident she could pull that off.
Meanwhile, at Greg's place, the older Fishy was thinking a lot about what to do now. His thinking got interrupted by someone entering the study.
"Oh, it's you, Jayden." - Greg said.
"Yes. Before I take the phone back, could I be curious enough and ask what have you negotiated about?"
"I trust you the most out of all my pawns, Jayden. Wait, no. I actually distrust you the least. But I think it wouldn't hurt if I tell you what I just arranged. I want to get rid of that stupid, edgy scumbag Ian. He insulted my dignity during that family dinner. I can't forgive him, never. But it would be dishonorable to simply send someone to eliminate him. Risky as well. Making it look like an accident would be too unreliable and time-consuming as well. That's why I want him to fire the first shots. Then I will be able to unleash hell on him and on the stupid IIIrd LO. I'm going to level it with the ground, just to give everybody an example of what happens when you mess with me and my people."
"That's a clever scheme, sir. You played yourself." - Jayden has seen many things in his life, but he was still impressed.
"I know. Let's sit back and see how things evolve." - Greg folded his hands and sit back in his chair.