"And he said his group has seven members in total," Narancia said once he and Giorno returned. "Assuming he wasn't lying," Buccellati said, "We have six more to deal with." "I'm normally the skeptic in these situations," Abbacchio said, "But Formaggio had Giorno and Narancia dead to rights. In that situation, I highly doubt he would lie. His mistake is our gain, and we now have a better idea of what our odds are. We may not know their Stands, but we do know their numbers, so its only a matter of keeping track of them."

"And Formaggio never had time to tell the others about the vineyard," Buccellati noted, "We may have some breathing room before we need to relocate." "How's Trish?," Giorno asked. "Sullen for the most part," Rarity said, "It may be because of the berating I gave her earlier, but she doesn't even try speaking with me." "You did kinda put her off," Mista noted, "Seriously, you really tore into her back at Capri." "I may not have the same dark and troubled history as the rest of you," Rarity admitted, "But that doesn't mean it's been the easy street her's has been. I'm more of a middle ground in that regard."

"As expected of a Zeppeli, I suppose," Abbacchio noted, "I know that family's history. They're somewhat of a household name in Napoli because of how old William Zeppeli was when he died." Giorno saw Trish staring out an open window. "So if we do need to relocate, how should we go about it?" "It won't be easy," Buccellati said, "Formaggio said he and his team are trained assassins. And they tracked the rental car in mere moments, so they'll be watching all forms of public transport."

"So no boats, no trains, no planes," Fugo said, "Even the highway carries risk. There's eight of us including Trish, we'd need two cars." "At least Giorno was there to keep Narancia from going berserk," Rarity pointed out, "It'll be tricky, they'll have to pick up where Formaggio left off and they don't have the benefit of the map he had. Plus even if they are drawn by the rental car exploding, how long can it really take them to move this far out?"

"I'm sure the boss will contact us on what to do next," Giorno said, "Now that the enemy knows Buccellati is the one guarding Trish, the boss is bound to find out and send instructions." "That could take weeks though," Abbacchio pointed out. "Or right now," Mista said from the truck, "The boss just sent an email for Buccellati." Abbacchio looked shocked as Rarity grinned at him. "I hope you feel this big," she said as she pressed her index to her thumb.

"A wireless transmission?," Buccellati asked. "Ah, that's right, you only recently became a capo," Mista realized, "This is how the boss always sends messages to his capos. It's a way to insure they can't be traced." Buccellati nodded and picked up the transmission. "The boss wants us to go to Pompeii. He left a key in the Dog Mosaic. Apparently it's to a ride that can safely bring Trish to the boss." Fugo immediately got a map of Pompeii while Mista pulled out a reference book for the city.

"A simple ride?," Abbacchio asked, "What ride could prevent us from getting detected?" "I'm not sure," Buccellati admitted, "But the boss gave assurance that we wouldn't have to worry about the other traitors once we found it. He can't deliver it because we're so far away from the ride, it would be too risky. Once we have the key we'll receive further instructions." He deleted the email as instructed and emptied the recycle bin afterward, insuring the message couldn't be retrieved.

He then turned to his group. "Giorno, Abbacchio, Fugo, get to Pompeii and retrieve the key! The rest of us will stay here and safeguard Trish!" "What sort of ride would we be getting?," Mista asked. "It's gotta be a helicopter," Narancia suggested, "With a helicopter we can get anywhere without getting caught." "None of us knows how to fly a helicopter," Rarity pointed out, "And it would have to be big to carry the eight of us, making it conspicuous, and an easy target for the traitors if they happen to have long-range Stands.

"We'll know what the ride is when we find it," Buccellati said, "It's thirty-five kilometers to Pompeii, so you should be done within the hour. Find it and contact us when it's safe. We'll join you afterward." Giorno, Fugo, and Abbacchio nodded and they headed off. "Do you think they'll get ambushed?," Mista wondered. "I'm sure they'll be fine," Rarity said, "I still don't know what sort of power Fugo has, but it's likely to ward off any threat." "You don't know the half of it," Buccellati said, "Those who know Fugo are afraid of his Stand. In fact, even he fears it." Rarity raised an eyebrow.

"Pompeii," Giorno said when they arrived, "The city is world-famous because of the nearby Mt Vesuvius, which eradicated the original city way back in AD 79 on August 24. But when the city was buried, it was completely preserved as well." "Yes, much of the ruins, the corpses of the people," Abbacchio noted, "Even the tracks of the chariots as they moved through the city streets. Because of that near-perfect preservation for over eighteen hundred years, Pompeii is famous the world over. Vesuvius still erupts from time to time, but it's never caused the same catastrophe as it did that day because people are now aware that it's a dormant volcano instead of a simple mountain."

He grinned. "I used to walk all the way out here as a kid." "As much as I love the history of our country," Fugo said, "We don't have the luxury of sightseeing. We need to find The House of the Tragic Poet, and the Dog Mosaic held within. It should be about a hundred meters in that direction. Then it's just a half hour back." He then spotted something in a nearby mirror. "Hey, stay sharp guys... Looks like they found us again. Just one guy, but he's tailing us from behind the stone pillar. I don't know for how long."

"We'll deal with him if he becomes a threat," Abbacchio said, "Our priority is the key." Giorno looked behind them. "Are you sure he's here? There's only one stone pillar in the area, but I can't see him from here." Fugo was confused at that, since the guy was clearly in the mirror. He turned around, and sure enough there was no one there. He looked back at the mirror and the guy was still there. 'There's no way he can move that fast... This must have something to do with his Stand...'

Our next major fight is soon to begin. Hope you guys are ready for it.