A Devil with an Angel's Heart

Chapter 32, Part 1

A day before your arrival in Cairo

||Hol Horse

Hol Horse had arrived in Cairo. He'd flown here straight from Aswan. As he left the airport, suitcase in hand, and approached a cab, he was pushed aside by one big bozo, his friend standing to Hol Horse's right. The man cut in front of him as he was just reaching out for the cab's door handle.
"Whoops, snooze you lose, buddy!", the guy laughed.
"I hate to break it to you, cowboy," the other taunted, "but it looks like this is our cab, now." Then he cackled, "No hard feelings."
Hol Horse growled quietly. He didn't have time for this, nor the tolerance.
"Huh?! Don't tell me you're crying like a baby?! Hah!", the first of the two taunted.
One second later he was screaming in pain and his friend was the only thing that kept him from keeling over and landing on the ground. One second was more than enough for Hol Horse to summon his Stand and shoot. The blonde man disregarded the two bozos and got into the cab.
He placed his suitcase on the seat to his left and told the driver to take him to the Mena House Hotel in Giza.

The driver started the engine and off they were. Approximately five minutes into the drive, Hol Horse bent down to the suitcase.
"I'm gonna open up the suitcase and let you out.", he mumbled, "Unless you want your little peepers to hurt, I suggest you keep calm. We clear?"
"Huh? Did you say something just now, Sir?", the driver inquired.
"If I did, it sure as hell wouldn't be to you. Now, shut up and drive.", barked Hol Horse. The driver flinched and obeyed, adding a meek "Yes, sir."
Hol Horse then took to opening the suitcase. Inside lay Mondatta, the little brother of Zenyatta, who had foolishly used his Stand to disguise himself as Jotaro only to land himself in the hospital after accidently triggering the bomb meant for Jotaro and crew while trying to escape the tricky situation. The boy was hogtied and obviously scared, his beloved comic the only other thing in the suitcase.

"Cut it out. You know, if you weren't making such a racket I wouldn't have had to hogtie you and put you on the plane like a piece of luggage. Don't be a baby Mondatta. Your brother has got another month in that hospital thanks to that bomb, so you and I are partners. Now, make sure those big ears are listening cause here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna use your book of premonitions and my assassin gun to stamp out Jotaro, Joseph and the rest of those assholes. Got that, Mondatta. I get that we haven't known each other for very long but from what I've gathered, you're scared of about anyone who's not your brother, Zenyatta. But, don't you think this is the perfect chance to avenge the guy? You don't wanna be a yellow belly coward forever, right? That's no good. I'm out of options, too! We've got no choice but to fight. Time for us to get our revenge, Mondatta! I'm gonna let you loose now.", declared Hol Horse and started to untie the young boy, "But you have to swear to me you won't wail."
Mondatta nodded, eager to be free and able to move again.
"See that, son? I'm not so bad. Now try and settle down, huh. Don't want you getting sick on me.", mumbled Hol Horse, then lifted the boy up to be on eye level after he finished freeing him, "Cause believe it or not, I'm on your side, so don't you worry, just relax."
Finally Hol Horse removed the tape that was covering Mondatta's mouth. One second later, though trying to hold it back, Mondatta puked all over Hol Horse's lap.
"Sir? Why-You have a puking kid?!", the cab driver exclaimed aghast.
"Shut up!", barked the cowboy, trying his best to keep his cool before speaking as calmly as possible, to Mondatta, "I see, you got motion sickness from being on the plane." The boy couldn't stop throwing up and being gagged hadn't been of any help in that regard.
"Let-let's be pals from here on. How's that sound?", suggested Hol Horse.

Later that day...

"Shit, it's dark in here. Can't see a thing.", he had just entered Dio's hideout looking for the vampire. "Where the hell is that bastard, anyway?" Hol Horse lit a lighter to have at least a little bit of light. It was useless trying to find his way in the darkness anyway. "It's the middle of the day and I still have to feel my way around this hovel. It better be worth it." Hol Horse turned right. If he remembered correctly Dio must have been over in that room. That's when his foot bumped into something. It was soft, yet sturdy. It turned out to be a dead woman and Hol Horse quickly spotted the two finger thick holes on the side of her neck. "Disgusting. This little lady must be one of Dio's leftovers. Damn broads just throw themselves at the guy, like having their blood drank is the latest bedroom crave. The whole thing's nutty if you ask me. Though girls do tend to go for the Bad Boys. But forget about that." Hol Horse spoke to himself as he stared at the woman then let his eyes drift across the room which was littered with gold and other expensive looking vases, spears, and so on. "Never seen so much gold in my life. Where'd he get all this?", mumbled the man. "Seems like this guy can do and have just about anything." "Well, almost. There's one woman that keeps refusing.", added Hol Horse in his mind.