Fishy's Adventures

Chapter Twenty-Three - The Request Of The Century

Fishy was enjoying another peaceful day at the IIIrd LO. Things seemed to be going perfectly for him as of recently.
He was sitting in his study, listening to stoner metal, while the unexpected happened - Ms Yvonne Isher once again entered his study, walking in gracefully, dropping several papers with Chemistry tasks on her way, caught off-guard by the weird, speaker-ripping music.
Having gathered her stuff, she walked up to the boombox confidently and turned it off.
"Enough of this terrible music." - she said.
"Hey, it's stoner metal! My favorite genre!"
"The last time I was here, I liked it much more. You've put on some weight, Fishy." Ms Isher said, pointing at his belly. "You're becoming fat, lazy, bloated. I know how you can be helped."
"No, you can't be serious! Not now!" - Fishy panicked slightly. Or, to be fair, he just pretended that he didn't expect Isher to say that.
"Yes. Now, today, here and immediately. I've come to call in my favor. I need your assistance." - Ms Isher said, frowning. - "My students are working like slaves in my laboratories. You have one chance to guess what we're looking into now."
"Alternative usages of weed?"
"Close enough. If the theory of one of the researchers is correct, by processing cannabis leaves in very specific circumstances, you could obtain a new, unknown substance. Many tried to obtain it before, but failed miserably. It's called magnesium chloride."
"Huh? Sounds scientific! What exactly would you like me to do then?"
"Nothing related to this, just wanna brag, heh!" - Isher said. - "What I want you to do, is to purge the mafia in Cufthill. With your newly-established influence and the help of your students and vice-headmasters alike."
"Why do you hate the mafia, though? These dudes are chill, apart from their boss. They deal dank weed and I wouldn't really like killing them all. Actually, even if I wanted to do that, it would seem almost impossible to do! I'm a headmaster, not a field marshal.."
"Saving your butt when the school was under siege and smuggling the weapon past the attacking 'armies' also seemed impossible. But I pulled that off. Now it's your turn to return the favor." - Isher spoke more and more confidently. - "Prove to me that you're a man of your word."
"And if I say no?"
"Then you'll see why I wanted you to eliminate the mafia in the first place."
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"Hold up, hold up." - Fishy's voice of reason spoke to him in his head. - "I know you've been ignoring my advice for the past, like, 40 years, but listen to me. Greg probably wants you dead now, for the offense you've made. Yvonne somehow must have learned about that. She wants to save your ass again! But why would she be this helpful? Damn, the pieces of the puzzle don't fit together. What I'm sure of, you have to leave the mafia alone. You wouldn't like Greg to shoot you like a chicken, wouldn't you? He's..."
***
"So, what is your decision?" - Isher cut Fishy's daydreaming short.
"I'll do this. Every voice in my head says that it's a good idea. How nice of you to show me my new training grounds. Very well. From now on, the war on Cufthillian mafia shall be declared!"
"One more thing, Fishy."
"Yes?"
"I think you should expel Vantami from the school for insubordination. This guy broke half my laboratory equipment yesterday."
"Oh, it's my pleasure to kick students out of this school. I'll make sure he won't bother you anymore."
"Thanks a looot!" - Isher winked at Fishy and left his study, stepping in an almost rhytmical way.
"How heartwarming." - Fishy thought.
Meanwhile, having taken the keys from Mr Waldeck, Ms Isher made her way to the school laboratory. When she got there, she laid her bag down on the floor and took a hammer out.
"Sorry for the collateral damage, Fishy, but I'm a woman of my word!" - Yvonne thought, while breaking more and more equipment. It felt really good to demolish something and easily get away with it.
"What a great stress relief that was."
Ms Isher hushed the janitor who came up to check out the worrying noises. She then pulled her finger across his neck, making a clear message.
Meanwhile, Fishy was talking to his second-in-command, Froggy.
"I'm going to destroy the mafia in Cufthill. It's sad indeed but that's the favor I must return. Since you've had way too much time to slack off, you'll go and sniff around the enemy territory. Hopefully you'll be the first one to get shot, heh." - Fishy said in his standard, bossy tone.
"I'll try not to take the second part of that order to myself, sir. Despite this, I'll leave for the shady district like you want me to do. I've been there already, though this whole idea slightly creeps me out.." - Froggy replied.
"Very well. You may leave now. Oh, who am I kidding - get the hell outta my face, you half-brain!"
"All right, sir." - Froggy turned to the exit.
"A bit more of such treatment and you'll become as robotic as Waldeck! How you like that?!" - Fishy was being a douché, even for his standards.
Trying to ignore him, Froggy left the office, trying his best not to slam the door. It worked out. It was more silent that the noises upstairs, of which Froggy took no notice, though.