As the group got to the airport, ignoring the guards trying to wave them off, Narancia did a final check around the area. "So far no enemies. Just a few local critters. I think we were right in believing there are no more attackers in Venezia." One of the guards started to draw his gun on the group, but Buccellati easily dealt with him by having Sticky Fingers zip his hands to his own gun. Fugo also gut-checked the other guard using Purple Haze just to drive the point home that they weren't in the mood for hold-ups.

"Now then," Buccellati said to the first guard, "We're in a bit of a hurry, but this airport is too big and we don't know our way around. We'd like to steal an airplane. Do you happen to know where one is around here?" "Don't worry, we have no intention of taking a passenger plane," Fugo clarified, "A small private jet or at least a cargo plane will be sufficient. We'll be sure to compensate you, of course." The guard was too busy gawking at how his own gun was somehow glued to his hands and keeping him bound to a light post.

"No need to worry, you two," Rarity said, "The other guard proved more cooperative." Mista had taken advantage of the guard being floored by Fugo to chain him to the nearby fence, which loosened his tongue easily. "Hey guys," Narancia said, "I just realized something... Who's going to fly the plane!?" "I will," Rarity explained, "My grandfather taught me a few things growing up near Manhattan. Flying a plane was among them. Though I hope I don't pull a stunt similar to his best friend..."

"We still need a copilot," Abbacchio pointed out, "However, Moody Blues can sense someone who once piloted this plane, so we'll use that." "Just in case let's double-check around the plane," Giorno suggested, "Rarity's grandfather spoke of his best friend's own adventures, including being attacked on a plane at least twice." He checked the plane and found no trace of life energy, which naturally would include Stand energy. As Moody Blues used the memory of the pilot to learn how to fly the plane, Rarity checked on Trish.

"How are you feeling?," Rarity asked. "Apprehensive," Trish admitted, "I still feel like an outsider. I apparently have a latent Stand of my own, so I can see everything you and the others can do with your powers. But right now... I just feel like a load to the group." "I'm sure you'll find out how to awaken your power," Rarity assured her, "Believe it or not, Giorno also had to go through an awakening with his Stand. He's the only member of our group who didn't need that arrow to obtain his power."

Trish looked to the cabin. "It's taking a while, isn't it? Our take-off, I mean." "It's not like in the movies," Rarity reminded her, "There's a bunch of pre-flight checks, we need to program in our destination, and we need to pressurize the cabin. We should be off within the next two hours." Narancia still had Aerosmith out, using its radar to check for suspicious breathing. And suddenly a large blip appeared on the screen.

"Mista!," he called out, "We've got someone incoming! Ahead and to the right!" Mista looked and saw some odd-looking man running right at them. "Is there anyone else around?," Mista asked. "No one in range," Narancia assured him. Mista nodded, and drew his gun on the man. "All right, that's far enough! I'm under strict orders not to let anyone lay a finger on this plane!" The man ignored him and kept running. "Either he's hard of hearing or he doesn't care what you have to say," Rarity noted.

Mista scoffed. "His mistake." He fired a warning shot that hit the man right in the leg, causing him to stumble. "That was to let you know I'm not bluffing! The next shot goes in your head! Turn around and crawl away from here, and I'll let you go! But if you insist on continuing, it'll be the last thing you do!" The man lifted himself onto his legs as best he could, and kept trying to approach the group. "I guess he never skips leg day," Narancia quipped.

A strange figure emerged from the man, likely his Stand. "Mista, watch yourself!," Giorno called out, "I think he may be from Passione!" "Shit," Mista cursed, "Guess there's no alternative." He fired off a few shots. "Sex Pistols!" His Stand started rebounding the bullets, firing right into the man. Instantly he collapsed on the ground as one of the bullets hit his brain. "He's stopped breathing," Narancia said, "I think he's dead." "Let's not rest on our laurels," Rarity said, "We're not safe until we're out of Venezia."

Meanwhile, the boss received word on the deaths of Squalo and Tiziano. "What a waste... Those two were my best team. I have so few members that could stand against Buccellati's team. There's the possibility of Sale and Zucchero, but they already fought them and were defeated. Who else can I send?" He looked through his gang's files. "Carne is the only other agent I have in Venezia. His Stand is a peculiar one. Notorious BIG is a Stand who's true potential only activates when he dies."

He then got out another file and grimaced. "Ugh... Him... Considering him for this job leaves a bad taste in my mouth, but there's no denying he's capable of taking them all out. Though it might be more difficult since even Fugo found the strength to defy me." He leaned back in his chair. "Of course, there's still a loose end to tie up. The fact that the leader of La Squadra never encountered Buccellati's group." He tapped his chin. "If he learns that Buccellati has also defected... The possibility of them teaming up exists, and must be addressed." He grinned. "I think I can leave this up to... Doppio."

And things are set up for the next major fight. Enjoy.