Well, we're at two-hundred chapters now, and how appropriate that it's right at the end-game for Stone Ocean. I swear I wasn't expecting these, but I might plan for them in the future. Though I think I may have inadvertently caused it by including Steel Ball Run as an interim between Battle Tendency and Stardust Crusaders.

Pucci stood near Cape Canaveral, his arms crossed and tapping his elbow. "I finally made it, and with two days to spare. But Jolyne and her group are at full numbers with only a little strength diminished from recent events. And, it's almost guaranteed that they've informed the rest of the Joestar family about my plans. The situation as it stands is still under my control, but it's like walking a tightrope." He placed a hand over the artificially created birthmark. "And there is this... So long as I have it they can track me anywhere. I can now understand DeKurliss' concern." He closed his eyes. "But I've come too far to end it now. I must see it through..."

"So you saw an image of Zucchero," Giorno said. The group was heading to Cape Canaveral in several cars. With Giorno was Rarity, Jolyne, and Anasui. "You know, I didn't like Zucchero at first," Rarity admitted, "But he's proven loyal to Passione, and he winds up doing things like this. Really, I can't call him a nice guy, but he can be a good guy." "You seem a little irate," Jolyne noted. "She's still thinking back to the incident with Bohemian Rhapsody," Giorno explained.

Rarity nodded. "One of the TVs was on that fourth generation My Little Pony show, and who should pop out than one of the Mane Six that shares my nickname. Next thing I know she's fawning over my Stand and asking how another version of her can be Applejack's granddaughter." She rubbed her temples. "She did start getting more pleasant towards the end, but it was a headache to start with." Giorno chuckled. "Personally, I thought it was hilarious how a tiny purple dragon was getting jealous of me."

"I don't want to know," Anasui muttered, "By the way, why's a mafia boss driving himself? I thought you had people to do that for you." "It's called being low-key," Giorno said, "Besides, I'm used to driving. Heck, me and Rarity got our start scamming tourists back in Naples hoping to draw attention." "It worked," Rarity said, "But in all the wrong ways." Jolyne looked out the window. "Oh wow, an alligator. Y'know, they don't seem so scary when you're not walking through a marsh because you got prison duty again."

Giorno and Rarity smirked. "The irony," Rarity noted, "We're the ones running a criminal empire, and yet the only time we've seen the inside of a prison was during our initiation test." "That reminds me," Jolyne said, "Anasui, you said you saw a memory of your girlfriend because of Under World." Anasui nodded. "Yeah, it brought up some painful memories. It seems that... She couldn't understand my habits... And her parents never really approved of me."

Jolyne smiled and slipped her hand over his. "Well, you don't have to change on my account." Anasui smiled warmly. "Thank you." "Ah, new love," Rarity said with a sigh, "Reminds me our middle school days." "They suddenly don't seem so far away," Giorno said, "Though granted they were ten years ago. Anyway, we're nearing the Kennedy Space Center at Cape Canaveral." "The last part of DIO's formula involves the New Moon," Anasui noted, "How appropriate that the coordinates he researched involve a NASA research center."

"And with a real to life alien species having settled on Earth," Jolyne noted, "It'll only be a matter of time before it starts sending more than just manned shuttles and satellites. Heck, we could wind up living out the events of Mass Effect for real!" "I hope not!," Anasui said, "What if the Reapers are real!? Can they even be beaten!? Then again, the third and final part of the trilogy is set to release in a few months, so I guess we'll find out before long." "Anyway," Rarity said, "There's only one way into the visitors section of the center. A single road leading in and out of the parking lot."

"And between Ungalo's shenanigans and Wes' brief hissy fit," Anasui said, "They'll likely be limiting the number of visitors for security reasons, making it that much harder for Pucci to infiltrate." "Getting in for us should be easy," Giorno said, "With all the connections we have I doubt there's anyone at the center who doesn't know about us. The questions is, what's going to happen with Pucci once the New Moon arrives? It's not like he can get on the upcoming shuttle launch and take it to the moon, he'd never get there in time. It takes three days to reach the moon from Earth by shuttle."

"Plus it's a moving target," Rarity noted, "If he got on the shuttle launching here at Cape Canaveral, he'd completely overshoot the moon by several hundred-thousand miles." "A lot of the entries in DIO's diary speak of gravity," Jolyne noted, "Not as a force of nature but a concept of fate. Maybe his formula gave Pucci some sort of gravity manipulation powers, like Radames. Though Radames can only control gravity on a localized level, within several meters of himself."

"Whatever the case," Giorno said, "Whatever's been ailing Pucci lately is likely to be solved once he reaches those coordinates. After all, the best place to build a launch center is near the equator, and Cape Canaveral is only a few miles north of it. In fact, Cape Canaveral makes a great spot for launching rockets because the gravitational pull of the area is relatively weak. Likely why my father chose those coordinates in the first place. Whatever Father's formula is meant to do, it's going to start the moment Pucci reaches those coordinates."

Pucci was listening to an explanation about the planned shuttle launch, the words making him understand why DIO chose this location. He had been let into the visitors center despite it reaching capacity, thanks to a friendly middle-aged man intent on doing a good deed for the day, especially to one who was clearly a priest. Though Pucci did think the idea of God being an alien was asinine. It's not that he didn't believe there were such things as aliens, he just didn't think God was an alien.

As he breathed heavily, he could feel something. A stronger pull of gravity that seemed to originate from himself. He then noticed one tourist's drink was somehow falling horizontally from its cup, as if the tourist was on a wall rather than the floor. The man who helped him earlier also seemed to fall like he was on a slope, until his head hit the nearby banister hard enough to draw blood. 'I'm definitely feeling something,' Pucci thought, 'It seems DIO's legacy is already showing it's true form.'