Trish had Spice Girl grab a nearby pipe and jam it into Notorious BIG, thrashing it around until it seemed to dissolve. "Think that did it?," Fugo asked. Just then, Buccellati entered. "We have a problem. We're losing altitude fast." Rarity gasped. "It must have drained the jet engine before attacking us just now." "Almost," Buccellati said, subtly pointing behind the trio. The group turned around, and saw Notorious BIG had grown to ridiculous size.

"Some of it must have fallen into the engines when I was attacking it," Trish realized. "I can try dissolving it with Purple Haze at this point," Fugo suggested, "But it's so big it might take a while. And if anything moves while that's happening..." "The others are still inside Coco Jumbo," Rarity realized. Trish didn't hesitate, and quickly dashed for the cockpit. Realizing what Trish what thinking, Rarity grabbed Fugo and pulled him along as well.

"Trish what are you doing!?," Buccellati demanded. "This!," Trish said as she slammed the door shut, "Spice Girl!" Spice Girl appeared and smacked the door, causing Notorious BIG to slam into it and make it bulge. "Is that what I think it is?," Abbacchio asked. "Trish just awakened to her Stand," Rarity said, "It can alter the hardness of any object." "Well that keeps it out of the cockpit," Abbacchio said, "We'll need to make an emergency landing." "No, that won't work," Trish said, "We need to do the opposite." She had Spice Girl start pummeling the entire plane, causing it to act like play dough.

"WAAAAAANNABEEEEEEEEEEE!" "Fugo!, Trish called out, "We're about to tear off from the plane! Now's your chance to try melting that bastard!" Fugo smirked. "Full power it is then! Do we still have the turtle!?" "I took it with me once the others entered it!," Buccellati clarified. "Then hang onto something!," Trish called out. Immediately after the cockpit tore loose from the plane.

As it did, all six of Purple Haze's virus capsules were launching into Notorious BIG, landing deep inside its gullet. The plane exploded and landed in the Tyrrhenian. "Well," Abbacchio said as Rarity started growing a makeshift glider from the cockpit, "Even if Purple Haze can't dissolve it, it makes no difference now. The only thing it has to chase are fish. Even better, now the boss's men can't tell if we're alive or dead. We just bought ourselves some breathing room."

"Looks like my virus can work on it though," Fugo said, spotting a chunk of the otherwise invincible Stand dropping off of Abbacchio and burning up, "The virus is draining it of all its energy." "Hey, is something going on out there?," came Narancia's voice from inside Coco Jumbo, "We heard an explosion." "Everything's fine, for the most part," Buccellati said, "But we're altering our travel plans slightly. We had to trade in our plane for a glider mid-flight."

"I don't even wanna know...," came Mista's weary voice. Trish smirked. "Well... Now we can finish reaching Sardegna. It's time to find out who my father is... And stop him once and for all. For all our sakes." Rarity smiled. "Now you're one of the group." Buccellati smiled. "It seems our gang has officially grown from seven to eight." "Then what are we waiting for?," Abbacchio said, "Next stop... Sardegna."

Meanwhile, the boss was watching the news as he always did. His eyes narrowed when he saw a report about a group of unidentified individuals who hijacked a private jet from the Marco Polo airport. The plane was later found crashed into the Tyrrhenian Sea fifty kilometers off the eastern coast. There was no sign of the passengers, but the cockpit was missing from the wreckage. "Could they be alive? Until I see a body I can't be sure. But we have nothing to trace them easily. Still, I know where they're going, but Sardegna is a big place." He sighed. "I'll have to leave this to him."

He turned to his desk. All over one wall was information regarding Buccellati's gang. And on his computer was a picture of Trish and her mother Donatella. He sighed. "Even when you try to erase the past, there's always some trace that comes back to haunt you. I'll never regret the time I spent with Donatella, but I should have been smarter about our affair. Blood relations can be so dangerous to have... When one is looking for true peace. But once I remove that connection, the final bit of my past can finally be erased."

It was shortly after Pericolo had captured Trish. La Squadra had ransacked the apartment Trish and Donatella had been living in. In the process of trying to find clues, they overlooked a simple photo, taken by Donatella back in 1986. But the boss had managed to spot it when scanning the room with his computer. As the boss gritted his teeth, King Crimson smashed the computer apart. "Somehow I can tell they're still alive! I could sense it... My daughter's Stand power awakening!"

He picked up Abbacchio's photo. "Moody Blues has the power that group needs to find me. I cannot allow them to reach the location in this photo. Trish may not realize it yet, but she will remember that this photo exists! And when she arrives in Sardegna... She will realize what happened fifteen years ago..." He looked at the picture of Donatella again. "I was the one who took this picture... And if Moody Blues can reach the place where it was taken... Even fifteen years is not far enough away to escape Abbacchio."

He clenched his fist. "No... My men could never defeat them. If even Carne's Stand could not finish the job... Defeating them will not be easy for me. Rarity's already proven my equal, and Fugo's power is deadly. But Abbacchio is the only one I need to kill for now. Then I'll worry about how I can deal with the others." He then heard a cleaning lady enter. "Oh sorry...," she said, "I didn't realize you were still in here." She turned away for a second, but when she looked back the room was empty, including the items the boss was working with. She was confused, but got to work cleaning the place.

Hope you like this. I tried to build up as much tension with the boss's scene as I could. While also trying to do Trish's shining moment in the series justice.

My likes and dislikes have been flip-flopping, but still positive. Please keep sending me support.