The group's van was traveling to the Napoli train station. Apparently, the key had instructions inscribed on the ruby that could be seen when light was shown through it. There they had to find a turtle at the drinking fountain at Platform 6 and use the key there. From there they were to head to Venezia by train. "Will we really be safe taking the train?," Abbacchio wondered, "The message doesn't even tell us what the key is for." "I'm sure we'll find out once we get there," Buccellati said, "The boss said the key would help us move without getting detected."

"Is the boss in Venezia?," Narancia asked. "Maybe, maybe not," Buccellati said, "That's none of our concern. We just need to follow the instructions. The fastest way to Venezia is the express train to Firenze that's leaving in ten minutes." "No one's following us so far," Rarity said, "But I'd more expect them to ambush us at the station. Trying to follow our vehicles already got one of their members killed, I doubt the assassination group will try the same tactic twice."

"She's right Buccellati," Mista said, "I've no doubt they likely paid off the staff or hobos to keep an eye out for us and inform them. Getting on the train unseen won't be easy." Fugo was busy looking at Trish. "I hope you're not undressing her with your eyes," Rarity said. "I'd sooner be in range of my Stand while its virus is active," Fugo said, "I was just trying to get a read on her emotions." The van braked suddenly, and Rarity grabbed Fugo while Mista wound up using Trish's breasts as a makeshift airbag. He immediately backed off. "I'm sorry! That was just a slip! Please don't tell your father!" Trish just blushed lightly.

At the station were two more of La Squadra di Esecuzione, the assassination squad Formaggio and Illuso belonged to. They were Prosciutto and Pesci, and they saw Buccellati at the train station's drinking fountain on his own. "There he is," Prosciutto said, "His team and the daughter must already be on the train." "His whole team?," Pesci said, "Then maybe we should kill him now. Take revenge for Formaggio and Illuso." "We can settle that once we have the girl," Prosciutto reprimanded him, "Our revenge for Sorbet and Gelato comes first. Don't forget, Buccellati's gang is just following orders. It's the boss who killed our allies so mercilessly."

He poked Pesci in the shoulder. "Besides, in our world we don't need to say things like 'I'll kill you'. The moment those words come into our minds, the deed is already done and the target is dead. You understand my words?" Pesci nodded. "Gotcha Fratello. So what's the plan then?" "Buccellati came here for some reason," Prosciutto surmised, "He likely has confidence that he found a way to evade pursuit. I'll stay here at the platform. Head to Car I, that's likely where the others are. We'll catch them in a pincer attack. Preferably we can be done before the train leaves and we don't have to buy tickets."

Meanwhile, Buccellati was rereading the instructions after checking the key on all the nearby locks, which it didn't fit. He then realized something. "The turtle..." He looked at the turtle drinking at the water fountain, and saw an indentation in its shell. Buccellati picked the turtle up, and realized it matched the key perfectly. "Giorno," he said, as Giorno appeared in the car door, "I found something." He placed the key in the turtle's shell, and found his hand get sucked in when he touched the ruby. He grinned. "Get the group together. I know what the boss planned for us."

Pesci was shocked when he walked into Car I and ran right into Prosciutto at the door. "Fratello? What are you doing here? Didn't you see Buccellati at the fountain?" "I did and saw him come in here," Prosciutto explained, "But he disappeared somehow." He looked in the nearby door, which lead to a bathroom, but it was empty. He then looked back on the platform, but there was no sign of the group. "Pesci, you know what the group looks like right?" "Of course Fratello," Pesci assured him, "There's Buccellati, Abbacchio, Mista, Fugo, Narancia, and those two new members Giorno and Rarita. I memorized their faces clearly. And we still have their pictures besides."

Prosciutto nodded. "And you obviously didn't recognize them as you came down the aisle, or you'd have said so by now. I saw Buccellati jump onto the train from the platform with my own eyes, but there's no sign of him here. Rather strange, that. Was there anyone you saw wearing anything that looked like it could have been a disguise?" "I may be slow but I'm no idiot," Pesci complained, "I got a good look at each passenger to see if they could be one of the group in disguise, but nothing. Not even a shadow of the group, or the daughter."

Neither of them noticed the turtle, the key in its back, as it plodded under an indentation in the wall and took a rest. Inside, the group was amazed at the luxury suit contained inside the turtle shell. The turtle was in fact a Stand user, its Stand activating when the key was placed in its shell. "This place is amazing," Rarity said, "It's like a presidential suite. Anyone mind if we call this Stand Mr President? I think that sounds fitting." Mista snickered. "Then what about the turtle? Coco Jumbo?" He then paused. "Actually, that name doesn't sound bad."

"Aw man, this is neat!," Narancia said, "Our own personal living space! Even if we were followed on the platform, there's no way they'll find us in here!" "And best of all it's no illusion," Abbacchio noted, "The furniture and sofa are all real. There's even food and cold beverages in the fridge." "Our own private little dimensional pocket," Giorno said, "Rather ingenious. Look, even the TV gets reception." Mista looked. "Is that a Japanese channel? Those look like Power Ranger suits but I don't recognize the season."

"It's the new Super Sentai," Giorno said, "This year they have Gaoranger, the series' twenty-fifth anniversary." Mista looked at him. "I'm half-Japanese," Giorno explained. Back outside, Prosciutto and Pesci were having no luck finding the group. Of course, they didn't think to look for a turtle. "The train's gonna move soon," Pesci said, "Maybe they're still at the station." "They wouldn't risk that knowing we could track them down at any moment," Prosciutto noted, "Plus I saw Buccellati pick up something I couldn't see back at the water fountain. No, my gut tells me they're on the train."

A realization dawned on Pesci. "You think the boss is lending them support?" "It is his daughter on the line," Prosciutto pointed out, "If we don't investigate this train, we'll lose their trail, probably forever." He placed his hand on a wall. "What's behind this door?" "That leads to the cabin," Pesci said, "But it doesn't open from this side." "Just in case, search the room with your Stand," Prosciutto suggested. Pesci shrugged as he approached the door. "If you insist Fratello. Beach Boy!" A fishing rod complete with line and hook emerged from his hand.

He cast the line through the door, the hook phasing through. "There's only two people in there," he said, "I already got one of them." He tugged the line, pulling the train's engineer through the door as it burst open, the hook caught on his cheek. Prosciutto looked in the cabin. "Are you sure there were two people in here? This placed is cramped and there's no one else in here." "My Beach Boy felt two living things...," Pesci said, "I don't know why we only found one." Neither of them saw Coco Jumbo under the seat.

I will continue to reference Toei in each arc leading up to a certain part further down the line, just to let you know it exists in this world. Anyway, short but important part that leads up to the next major confrontation.