The woman, now revealed as the boss's daughter, removed her gloves. "Would you mind if I use the restroom?" The group moved aside as she went into the ladies room, Rarity following her. "So the mission has already begun," Buccellati noted, "May I ask more specifically who she is?" Pericolo nodded. "Her name is Trish Una, age fifteen. She shares her last name with her mother, not her father. She's already aware there are people after her, but she has not seen her father since she was born..."

Giorno could relate to that. His own father, DIO Brando, was dead by the time he could even get the chance to know him. "As you all know," Pericolo said, "No one, not even I, has seen the boss's face, or know his name. But even he had a past. Two months ago, a woman named Donatella died of illness in a Calabria hospital. During her last few days she was trying to find a man named Solido Naso, a man she briefly dated. Her dying wish was to know what he was doing at that time."

He closed his eyes. "All this was for the sake of her daughter, born of that man. She wanted her daughter to know her father before she passed away. But... She never found him, and for good reason. Solido Naso, as you may surmise, never existed. That name was one of many pseudonyms the boss used in his life. His way of keeping his identity secret while still being able to maintain a social life. I'll wager the woman never imagined the man she once dated could be a mob boss."

"What does this have to do with the mission?," Abbacchio asked. "Everything," Pericolo explained, "Countless people search for each other every day, and normally no one pays any mind. But our gang pays close attention to those who search for the various names the boss has taken! The act of looking into the boss's past is considered an act of war against Passione, no matter how mundane or innocent the reason! When members of our gang realized Donatella was looking into Naso, they began to wonder if she knew something about the boss's past. They began to think... That her daughter was the boss's daughter."

"And it wasn't long before the boss heard of this," Buccellati realized. "Any matter concerning people looking into his identity is of concern to him," Pericolo acknowledged, "When he heard of Trish's existence, his decision was swift and decisive... To guard the girl and hide her! He instinctively knew the child was his, despite never having known her his whole life, and in spite of the fact that she appeared out of nowhere! Practically thin air! So we took her into hiding, and none too soon."

"What do you mean?," Giorno asked. "No sooner had I secured Trish," Pericolo explained, "Did we cross paths with some men. And they were looking for her. They wanted to take her hostage. This was two days ago. If the boss had waited half an hour longer to act, they would have had her. And they would likely have killed her, since they would no doubt try to get her to reveal whatever she knew about the boss." "Who is they?," Buccellati asked, "Who's going after her?"

"Traitors to the gang," Pericolo said ominously, "I don't know how many there are, but I do know they seek to overthrow the boss and seize his drug routes. Your first orders are to guard her for one week, after which you will receive further instructions. Though it may turn out to be less. The boss is hunting down and disposing of the traitors as we speak." Buccellati rubbed his chin. "If these orders were to originally go to Polpo, then our enemies are Stand users, aren't they?"

Pericolo nodded. "Yes. The boss only gave orders to Polpo concerning matters of this nature. And I have no Stand of my own, so I can no longer be of use here. I've fulfilled my duty, the rest is up to you. I recommend you get off the island with Trish as soon as possible. For now the boss and I are the only ones who know the girl is with you." And with that, he walked off, returning his cap as he did. Rarity came out of the ladies room shortly after. "I overheard all of that. Looks like our good fortune came at a cost."

Trish came out as well, now dressed in a different outfit. She walked up to Fugo. "You there. We'll be together for some time now, yes?" "Yes," Fugo said, "I am Fugo, this is Narancia, that's Mista." "I'm only taking with you," Trish said, "Could you take off your shirt? I need to wipe my hands." "Is the paper towel dispenser empty?," Fugo asked as he complied. "No, but she refuses to use it," Rarity said incredulously. "I didn't bring a handkerchief so I'll need you to buy me one," Trish said as she wiped her hands.

She started doing up her hair. "Also a pair of stockings and Givenchy's No 2 Rouge. And this month's issue of Vogue Italia. Make sure the stockings are reinforced around the thighs. And some mineral water, French-made. I'd sooner die than drink anything else." "Oh certainly," Rarity said sarcastically, "Anything else, princess? A neon sign saying, 'Trish Una is staying here'?" Trish glared at her. "What are you implying?" "Let's get one thing straight," Rarity told her, "We are here to protect you, not pamper you. Just because you're the boss's daughter that doesn't automatically make you a mafia princess."

Trish tried to make a retort, but Rarity held a finger in front of her face to silence her. "Now the handkerchief and stockings are reasonable. I'm a woman too so anyone seeing us buying them might think they're for me. But lest you forget, there are dangerous men after you, and they have likely been studying your personal tastes in an effort to identify you. Our job can go a lot smoother if you are harder to track down, capisce?" Trish looked indignant, but it was clear she understood.

The others couldn't help but snicker. Despite sounding posh herself, Rarity couldn't tolerate a spoiled child. Her own upbringing was on a farm where she learned the value of hard work. But for now, the group had its first real mission. If they pulled this off, it would give them a lead on the boss. If they failed, it could mean death for all of them. And something else they didn't know, was that the traitors standing against them had caught on to the fact that Polpo died. While this slowed them down, they had no intention of stopping.

I had a lot fun writing Rarity. Just another reason why I loved doing this part so much.