Fishy's Adventures

Chapter Twenty-Five - The Past Returns

Gregory Fishy was sitting in his wheelchair, thinking about new, devious ways of getting rid of his younger brother and enjoying a cup of evening tea.
"He's being quite hesitant to attack my goons.. Either very reasonable or very slow to act, the latter being more likely. I could remove him swiftly, oh so swiftly. I don't even need gunfire!" - Greg thought out loud.
"Jayyyyden!" - he shouted. A few seconds later our favorite, lifetime drug dealer entered the room. He just stood there, awaiting his orders.
"I have a new request for you. I know that you were the dealer who had sold Ian his first bag of weed. I don't even blame you for causing his weed habit." - hearing that, Jayden shrugged indifferently. Such the nature of his job.- "I want you to give him his LAST bag of Mary Jane as well. You'll find a way to stuff those leaves with some deadly poison of your choice. Understood?"
"Of course, boss. I even have some 'loaded' drugs stashed in my room. For those unpleasant customers, you know. It saddens me deeply, but such is the will of my master. I'll not fail you." - Jayden said.
"I hope so. My every hope is with you. Now go, with my blessing."
"One more thing, boss."
"Yes?" - Gregory hadn't been expecting any questions from his subordinate.
"I ain't even talking about the family bonds. But is eliminating our most generous customer really such a good idea? It's gonna have a negative impact on our budget. Not sure how much money are we exactly about to give up, but it would be quite crippling to our economy."
"Vengeance always comes at a price. He refused to admit his inferiority and now he's going to pay, even if it means us suffering economically. Enough bantering. Go. Now." - Gregory frowned.
Jayden left without another word.
As he was making his way down the streets of Cufthill, he spotted Froggy who was trying his best to stay out of sight, hidden behind a dumpster.
"Come out, you spastic! You can't even conceal yourself properly. I remember your foul face! You were the one whom I sent to see my boss a few months ago... What the hell are you doing here this time? Surely not buying any drugs, you don't have the balls for that.. Fishy sent you on a scouting mission, right?"
"No, never! I... was just having a walk around.." - Froggy crawled out of his hiding spot. He sounded visibly nervous.
"You can't even tell a lie without sounding convincing, eh? You would be much better off as a frickin' bank clerk or whatever. Missions out in the field ain't no good for you, amigo."
As Jayden was questioning Froggy, one cunning, smart and undeniably handsome former student of the IIIrd LO approached the scene, hiding behind a gutter. He knew that all he had to do was to report everything to Miss Isher. He did smile at Froggy's incompetence, but he also had to suppress the brief thought of helping the relatively innocent man. He wasn't as bad as Fishy, after all. Having seen all this, he scurried to catch the bus to Goldy's place.

Meanwhile, Goldy was enjoying a cup of hot chocolate, spending his time home alone, rolled up in a warm blanket, watching TV.
He was feeling very comfortable, until he heard the front door slam.
"Hello?" - He didn't expect his parents to return this early. Or maybe these weren't his parents?...
No answer. They must be very tired. No, that's nonsense. This is certainly an unwanted guest. But what could he want? A burglar, certainly! Goldy grabbed his bamboo sword and went to confront the intruder.
He checked the door. It was closed, no signs of a security breach. As Goldy leaned to inspect the door more closely, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"That's a nice house you got there. I've returned, dear slave. Let's have a deal where..."
"NO!" - Goldy interrupted the person, turning around and sweeping his weapon dangerously. The "visitor" had his own sword, the familiar one, back from the IIIrd Civil War.
"I haven't fought for your sake to be disturbed now!" Goldy shouted, mixing furious slashes in between the words. "These wounds I've sustained! The time I've been stuck to the bed! I will never, ever, return to the life of servitude! I'm starting to regret having freed you!"
Fishy almost caught our hero off-guard with his blade, which slightly stunted his aggressive attacks.
"Reconsider. There is a new threat and I need your assistan..."
"Never!" - Goldy replied, dealing a furious blow that almost threw Fishy off balance. Almost.
"Just stop the pointless attack, you moron. You'll hurt yourself before you even reach me." - Fishy said, delivering a disarming blow, that sent Goldy's weapon flying. He lunged for it, though, and reclaimed it almost as quickly as he lost it. He stood in place, panting heavily. He's put quite a strain on his rather stale muscles.
"What do you want?" - Goldy asked, hatred burning in his eyes.
"This is a deal I wanted to have with you. You return with me to the IIIrd LO and become my sl.. uh, champion. And I don't skewer you, right where you're standing. A new conflict has arisen. I need your assistance. This time you won't have to rescue anyone. I'm standing right here, ha-ha! You'll eliminate one innocent, elderly, disabled man. Howbouhdah?"
Goldy knew that this wasn't good. It certainly smelled "fishy". Seeing that his headteacher's fencing skills were just slightly superior to his, plus given the weakness from lying for nearly two months straight, he decided to agree to his teacher's demands. He always can retire, a bit later, but this time for good.
"You're talking as if I had the choice, Fishy" - Goldy left his sword on the floor and reached for the hot chocolate. Fishy swung his sword and shattered the cup into bits, scattering the drink everywhere, making quite a mess.
Goldy didn't respond to the provocation. Instead he sat down and said:
"Very well. But you have to swear that you'll leave me alone after your foe is vanquished."
"You have my word for it, slave. You've made a wise decision today. And now excuse me while I enter my private jet and fly over to the coast of Spain. Have a nice evening, my pawn! I'll be in touch."
Fishy winked and jumped out of the window, solely because doors are too mainstream.
He got on his car and drove straight for the city of Cufthill.
He didn't notice Vantami, who was lurking behind the corner. The concealed student laughed silently at the vehicle, then called Ms Isher.

"Mission accomplished."