No. 307: Chaos

"It's fine. I'll probably be staying on Fish-Man Island for quite a while, so we can put off the tour."

Atlas waved a hand, completely unconcerned.

But Neptune and the other two failed to notice the flash of crimson in Atlas's eyes as she turned her head. Countless scenes of blood and fire seemed to flicker in her clear pupils.

"Heh. Interesting."

Atlas murmured so softly she could barely be heard. Only the smile at the corner of her mouth sent a chill down their spines.

Fish-Man District, in a shadowy corner.

Clad in standard military armor, Hody Jones stood atop a battered trash can and looked coldly down at his Fish-Man underlings. He resembled a general inspecting his troops before battle, his expression grim.

"I assume you all know the plan?"

"We do, Brother Hody. Leave it to us. We'll buy you as much time as we can."

Ikaros nodded firmly and tightened his grip on his Red-Tasseled Spear.

"Good. I've already heard the news. That bitch Otohime can't wait to drag all of Fish-Man Island along to curry favor with that human Marine!"

Hody Jones stamped hard on the metal trash can. Old and dilapidated, it let out a series of strained groans.

"I've found the human. Assign a few men to watch him closely. The moment he fires and kills Otohime, jump him and kill him. Then announce it loud and clear: the murderer was human!"

"I bet Neptune and those Marines will have priceless looks on their faces!"

"Gahahahaha!"

"But what if that human bastard doesn't do what you told him to, Brother Hody?"

Zeo couldn't help voicing his doubts.

"And wouldn't it work even better if we caught a Marine and made him do it?"

Hody Jones's smug expression slowly vanished. He gave Zeo