The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.2

Hidey Hole

"Stop! Why are you so mad bro!" Shouted Pesci.

Pesci fell to the floor and Prosciutto started kicking at his face. "You friggin' moron! What the hell was that?! Huh?!"

You hoped to diffuse the situation, "Hey, there's no need to beat him up. I think he did a pretty good job."

Prosciutto kept a foot on Pesci's chest as he tilted his head to to stare at you, "That's not the problem! The reason I'm mad is because he's so weak minded! If he was planning to trick Mista by feigning unconsciousness, he should have stuck it out to the end!" He stared down Pesci again, this time lifting him up by the front of his shirt, "You're a damn mammoni, Pesci. You freaked out. You're such a baby." He started to caress Pesci's face, "You're actually scared deep inside your heart. Grow up, Pesci. If you don't grow up, we'll never get our glory."

Prosciutto pulled away from the carrot top and took a few steps toward you, "And just so we're clear, our team isn't some buddy-buddy club with a bunch of losers who just talk about killing people while trying to cheer each other up." He tilted your head up, "So don't baby him. He needs to toughen up."

"Sure, but he could use some confidence. It doesn't hurt to be nice every once and a while, you know? Or to just congratulate someone on a job well done." You pushed his hand away from your face.

Pesci poked his finger tips together, "I-It's alright, (Y/N). If I want to be a good assassin I should be able to handle things like Prosciutto does."

You let out a long sigh, "Okay, if you say so..." You moved Mista so he'd be in one of the seats rather than the floor. You'd be back for him later. "But now what? Are you guys going to stick around for a bit longer or are you leaving?"

"I'm going to get a look at the Stand user turtle." Announced Prosciutto. "I suppose we'll take our leave after that. And don't worry, your teammates will return to normal once I deactivate my Stand." He then tossed a bag to Pesci, "Here, take some ice. Earlier you said there was a second presence in the driver's cab, didn't you, Pesci? So would I be right to assume that's where the turtle is, (Y/N)?"

"Yup. At least, that's where it was when I left. It might have moved since then. The door's busted down so it could slip out if it wanted to." You followed behind the blonde man as he and his partner started walking through the train. "But... what should we do if someone else leaves the turtle?"

Prosciutto considered your words carefully, "We can make it look like we're dragging you along while keeping you close to death. How many in your group know of your abilities?"

"Giorno, although he's out cold. Bruno knows I don't age, but he's not aware that I can't die through typical means." You recalled the state of everyone when you had left the turtle. "Bruno is probably the only one capable of leaving right now." It wasn't like Tris was gonna come out and fight or anything.

"Pesci, use Beach Boy on (Y/N) again while she trails behind the two of us. We'll make it seem like we're forcing her along. In case they're watching when we get there, let's act it out, too."

"Okay, big bro!" The hook of the fishing rod crept up through your skin up to a spot along your collar that'd be fairly noticeable. So it'd look like he could snag it through your heart at any moment. A simple rug is all it would take.

As the three of you entered, Prosciutto ordered, "Now tell us where your team is and where they're hiding the boss' daughter!"

You grit your teeth and spat back, "Kill me if you want, but I'm not telling you shit." Pesci reeled the fishing rod a tiny bit. Not enough to hurt you, but you made it seem like it did.

"It doesn't matter. We'll find them anyway. Grateful Dead!" Prosciutto brought out his Stand which started punching around the area until it broke off a metal plate in front of where the turtle had decided to hide. He loomed over it with Pesci, staring at the red jewel of the key, "Looks like this is it. A turtle, huh?" Pretending to not have already known. "So the boss has given them an animal with a Stand ability."