Doppio had taken a flight out of Sardegna. With the group in the wind, there was no way to know where they were headed. Even the boss didn't know, and Doppio was starting to get the feeling he understood why. 'Damn it... Ever since that fortune teller. Those things he said. Not even the boss has been able to calm me down.' He rubbed his temples. There was too much that started to not make sense. Like how he was able to talk into a broken phone. Why he had grabbed a frog in the middle of battle. He was starting to think he was sick in the head.

Just then, he started making ringing noises again and went for a toy phone that belonged to a little girl he was sitting next to. "Yeah?" 'You're sounding a little irate.' "Sorry, a lot's been on my mind. Anyway, I just got a report from those two. It seems Buccellati's group is heading for Roma. They were spotted at a fishing village outside the city limits." 'That's a broad spectrum to search. But either way, we'll have to do damage control. Cioccolata... I imagine he'll carve a path of destruction through Roma if given the chance.'

Doppio nodded. "Yeah... Hopefully it won't come to that." 'Listen, Doppio. Allow Cioccolata his chance to eliminate the group, but follow them closely. You'll have to take control in the end, and make sure those two don't discover whatever it is that sent Buccellati's group to Roma in the first place. I suspect it might have something to do with my identity. And you know that must be kept secret.' "All right," Doppio agreed, "What sort of people am I dealing with?"

'Cioccolata is age 34, and a former doctor. Two years ago, he made a mistake which accidentally killed one of his patients. He was fired, lost his license, and joined Passione soon after. But his true nature was revealed when he became a Stand user. As it turns out... It was no accident that he killed his patient. He did it deliberately. His mistake was getting caught. Our research into his history has found at least four cases where he deliberately diagnosed illnesses in healthy people and performed surgery on them.'

"You mean vivisection...," Doppio said, his voice dripping with contempt. 'Yes, I suppose it would be closer to that. But it gets worse. He would weaken the anesthetic so his patients would wake up during the procedure. It all stems from his reasons for becoming a doctor. He had no intention of treating the sick... He wanted to observe the death and suffering of other people. I only found four cases looking into his history. But he could have killed many more people this way without being discovered, so who can say?'

"This is horrendous," Doppio noted. 'I'll not deny that. It's one of the reasons why I was reluctant to rely on him in the first place. Anyway, when he is able to observe a death, his curiosity is satisfied with unparalleled happiness. It is in these moments where he feels superior to all other humans, as if he understands the truth of life.' "Where did this ridiculous notion stem from?," Doppio asked, "There must be a logical reason." 'I don't know if I consider it logical but...'

There was a pause. 'I did look into the history of his youth. He grades were among the top of his class. He began volunteering at the age of fourteen, where he cared for bedridden and elderly patients for two years. Or at least, he was supposed to. In reality, he fed them unknown medicines, put them on diets that would ruin their blood pressure, and told them each day that no one was there to visit them. This would drive them to suicide after suffering in despair for who knows how long.'

Doppio felt a shuddering from the boss. 'Sorry, just thinking about it sickens me. Anyway we found twenty-five videotapes he took of the facial expressions of those patients. It appears that after the ninth suicide he aspired to become a doctor.' "He sounds like the lowest of the low. What about Secco?" 'Now there is a enigma. Secco was a former patient of Cioccolata's. The two seem to get along well, to the point where Secco won't obey orders from anyone but Cioccolata. He even ignores orders from me, so if I need something from Secco specifically, I need to go through Cioccolata.'

"Why let these two live, knowing how dangerous they are?," Doppio asked. 'I did consider having them assassinated,' the boss admitted, 'But they do have their uses. Ultimately, their Stand abilities are more reliable than any other member we have. But you will need to stop them once they have finished the job. Understand... You are the only one I can trust with this.' "Understood, boss," Doppio said. He then handed the toy phone back to the little girl, who tried using it herself out of confusion.

Fugo was grateful that he had learned how to manipulate the virus he controlled through Purple Haze. It came in handy for destroying other destructive microbes, like the odd mold that was growing on Mista's hand. "When did this even get on you?," Fugo asked. "Don't know," Mista said, "But it's all over the locals here. Only a Stand user could spread such a virulent mold this quickly. We need to find and kill that user before he gets this whole village, let alone our group."

Fugo looked around. "It doesn't look like everyone's dying at once. From what I can observe, elevation seems to be the X-factor in this situation. Meaning the higher we get, the less likely we are to get afflicted." "Yeah, that makes sense," Mista said, "I first got afflicted when I went to get my gun from my boot. And that drunkard got attacked when he jumped down the stairs after his buddy got ripped in half." Narancia quickly got out of the boat, Coco Jumbo in hand.

Nearby, Cioccolata and Secco were filming the situation. "Remember Secco," Cioccolata said, "The most important thing you need to pay attention to in this situation is the battery. Even their reactions to what is happening comes second to that. If nothing gets recorded, I will be very upset! So pay attention to the battery life, understand?" Secco nodded. Cioccolata looked at the group that he could see. "They're already trying to get higher. I must admit, I didn't expect them to discover the behavior of Green Day so quickly." He grinned. "But it makes it all the more interesting because of that."

You know you're a slimeball when the Big Bad himself finds you horrible to even think about. And Cioccolata definitely qualifies.