I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 189: Clingy predator

Ceremony, that rung a loud bell. Specifically since he was part of it before, and almost lost something that no child should lose, his virginity. Evidently, such a ceremony seemed to prove effective in terms of draining out souls from any random fish.

That was somewhat relieving, because such a step towards soul slavery, seemed necessary and wasn't just some sick joke made by the higher ups.

However, neither of these friends had the faintest idea regarding why the holy-tar, drained souls only after a fish's anus had been worked on. It was difficult to think about, and not to mention understand.

Unwilling to admit that he had almost completed the ceremony before, the topic was swiftly shifted. "We need to adjust our plans a little bit then."

"Our plan? Why, what's happening here?" The thought of working together again managed to pull a few heart strings, but she was rather confused.

"A few shrimps are cooperating with the enemy-sect, we need to kill them all." That was the briefest description he could figure out, and it spoke volumes regardless how little effort was put into it.

Somewhat catching up, Osira answered. "Right, then what's the plan?"

She understood the motive but everything else was a blur, so all planning had to be tossed over towards the little stingray. And from the looks of it, he was happy about that.

For a brief moment, the little boy thought if his intelligence was noticeable. There had to be some reason for this lady to blindly follow the boy; regardless what that reason was, it felt nice to be trusted.

Letting silence stretch for a little while, he finally answered. "We can't let the sect open up another tar-pool, so we have to take their bricks and balls."

Such a sentence was difficult to say with a straight face, and the lady noticed a crack in the other's tone, which led to a developing smile. That aside, the plan made sense but after thinking it over for a little bit, she became confused.

"So you didn't kill the tribe after figuring out that they made a deal?" It was difficult to picture this young stingray cowering in fear, so she had to ask for the sake of certainty.

Nodding a little but hitting the roof of the coral in the process, he assured. "Oh I did kill them all. But I have an itch that there are more sect-tribes into this scheme."

Getting more and more confused, she asked. "What makes you think that?"

"A few shrimps wanted me dead, that's why they made a deal with the enemy-sect. At least that's what their speaker said, but I have a feeling that there is more to it than just this. These shrimp are all working to make a lot of caverns for the tar-sect." Evidently, his recent intelligence upgrade was working harder than the devil.

Sharing as if the same head, the lady followed up. "Meaning that these shrimp had made deals with more than one holy-tar tribe."

Growing a big smile, he started out the sentence with a shout. "Exactly. I feel that something big is going to happen, and the best way to stop it from happening is to take away their tools."

The plan was sealed up by adding, "So we need to be sneaky first, at least until we find and destroy what they need the most."

With absolute certainty, enthusiasm grew in her tone as she spoke out. "Let's do this!"

...

Dawn was an hour or less away. So it gave the team of two, a bit more time to pierce through the waters for the sake of finding the construction site. The route that Timothy had picked out earlier, proven to be correct.

As they only required a good few minutes to reach what these shrimp were working on. The results were staggering. Before, it was an understood fact that these shrimp, were biting their way towards the creation of more than one cavern.

But one thing that neither of the heroes expected, was for these caverns to be so close to each other. They saw the line of shrimp, splitting in 3 directions. And each group seemed to enter some tunnel, that was likely their workplace.

These works in progress, were only a short distance of 10 meters away from each other. That struck as highly unusual, because they have never seen hidden tar-dens being this close to each other.

Tim and the lady decided to just enter the middle portion of this workplace. He had a feeling that this one had begun construction first. So chances were high, that important tools had already been delivered here.

A problem stumped them right away, and it could be difficult to solve this one, the issue had to with stealth. In the midst of darkness, Osira was mostly unnoticeable by any passer-by, but right now they had to enter through a tight tunnel.

Which ultimately meant, that they would be too close to these white shrimps. Although these critters are clueless, they will notice an entire fish swimming above their heads; and havoc can break loose, if information about their presence reaches the higher ups.

The couple of heroes were in a rush without a doubt, so a quick solution had to be figured out. That's when the stingray began using his noggin a bit more than usual. It stung for a short second to think this much, but he gave out a sigh as an idea rolled in.

"I will cling over you..." He cited. But considering that they had to whisper, the idea sounded like a child predator's last words.

An embarrassed blush began growing over her fishy cheeks, so the lady grunted. "The fuck are you talking about?"

Clueless regarding what she was angry over, he asked. "You can see that I'm almost invisible right?"

"Yes?" She added, becoming even more clueless than the little boy.

"If I'm over your back, you will be mostly invisible." The plan made sense and it managed to stop what could have been a heart attack.

So the latter answered, "Okay, let's do it. But stay away from my tail!"

Knowing that this good woman could head-bud him into unconsciousness, he swiftly nodded a few times. "Definitely!"