〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 90: A plane ride.

Venice, Italy. April 8th, 2001.

"I don't sense any form of life. There's nothing on this plane, not even a cockroach.

- Perfect, let's take it!" Bucciarati exclaimed. "Do not let anything approach it, neither living being nor machine."

Everyone was preparing for the imminent takeoff. And while Bucciarati was directing his men, (Y/N) took care of giving the last directives to Melone and Ghiaccio who would not leave Venice. And no argument seemed able to change her mind. She remained impassive hearing their pleas.

"We could be useful to you in Sardinia!" Melone added.

"No, la Squadra must avoid drawing attention to itself if we want to be able to keep our reinforcements and attack the Boss from behind at the last moment.

- So you're leaving us on the sidelines?" Ghiaccio groaned.

"For everyone's safety, yes. And you better obey this time. I have already lost Sorbet and Gelato. Let's not repeat our mistakes."

Ghiaccio looked down at his shoes, frowning. And Melone pouted. So, after letting out a smile, she spread her arms.

"Come here, you idiots.

- Heh!"

She took them in her arms, a faint smile on her face. But when she broke free from their embrace, her face had resumed a closed and authoritative expression. There was no time to get distracted by emotions. She gave them a slight wave, they nodded. And without looking back, she got on the plane. Sitting in the pilot's cabin, Abbacchio was busy checking if Moody Blues was able to get the plane back to Sardinia. (Y/N) put a hand on his shoulder, almost making him jump.

"Moody Blues will pilot with its replay?

- Mm-mmh. By entering the new data, it should do it."

Moody Blues pulled a lever and the engines began to roar. At the same time, Bucciarati appeared at their side.

"Abbacchio, when will we take off?

- I don't know, I can't speed it up. I would say ten minutes.

- Ahead on the left!" Narancia exclaimed. "I have a signal! It's coming! Mista!"

(Y/N) got out of the cockpit to look through the open door at what was happening outside. A man was dangerously approaching Mista who threatened to shoot him. But the man kept on walking closer, and there was a pistol shot.

"He has a Stand!" Narancia cried.

There were more shots. And the man fell dead in a pool of blood. (Y/N) sighed, before returning to the cockpit with Abbacchio.

"What was that?

- An enemy that Mista has just transformed into Swiss cheese. We're all good.

- Tell them to come up.

- Mista! Giorno! Narancia! Get moving, we're taking off!"

It didn't take long for the boys to board the plane. And (Y/N) closed the cockpit door so that the Captain would not be disturbed. Sitting in the co-pilot's seat, Abbacchio looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going to be standing here for the two hour flight?

- Who said I was going to stay standing?

Without hesitation, she settled into his lap. Abbacchio forgot how to breathe for a second, then he groaned.

"Hey, they might come in and see us.

- Do I look like I give a fuck? They all know. And then you're vulnerable when you use your Stand. I'd rather see to your safety myself."