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"Bucciarati, we should get the hell out of here." Openly stating that Abbacchio looked over his nails before dropping his hands back down to his side.

"And after I warned you so many times, you fool." Crossing his arms after saying that Fugo let out a tsk shaking his head. Narancia merely just pouted at this raising his hands to press yours over his ears almost like headphones.

"I think Narancia did a great job stopping the enemy." Hearing Giorno speak, you tugged your hands away from the dark haired teen turning your attention towards the blond, "I think he did everything he should've done. And now that the Hitman team knows about us, if he's a reasonable boss. He should give us a method of escape." Explaining that he could see Narancia's expression brighten. "I don't think we should leave until we hear from the boss."

"That's not a bad assumption." Humming that out and giving a soft nod agreeing with what the blond had said, your attention drifted towards Fugo who's face held annoyance and who's brows were furrowed down.

"Well aren't you clever? Do you think you're an advisor now?" His tone was sharp and his purple hues bore into Giorno. He was beginning to dislike the blond more and more after each hour coming to notice that after saying something insightful or smart he'd look your way for some sort of reaction or praise.

Turning in place Abbacchio neared Giorno staring down at the boy, his lips downturned as they usually were when speaking to him, "And how do you know that the boss will contact us soon?" Extending out a hand and gripping Giorno's chin he added on. "No one cares about your damn hunches!"

Right after declaring that the back of the van swung open and Mista had called out, "Bucciarati! I think we got a message from the boss!" Now coincidences did happen but you doubted that was the case, everything Giorno said honestly made sense and you could only wonder why the others got so defensive.

Expression of one in surprise Bruno neared the van sliding open the door and facing the blue laptop seated among the leather cushions. A message icon was displayed on the screen, "This is how the boss always sends his orders to the Capos."

Mista chimed in quickly after hearing that, "This is the first time Bucciarati's received one!"

Taking a seat and resting the laptop onto his lap Bruno's eyes focused on the screen, "I'll check out the message." Clicking around a bit before typing in what you assumed was a password he read the message out loud so that the group could hear, "Head to the Pompeii Archaeological Park. I've hidden a key near the dog mosaic." Turning back to face the group he held a stern expression. "Look into this immediately!"

Both Fugo and Mista popped into the back of the van, the blond holding a map while Mista held up a book. "The key is for a vehicle that'll bring my daughter safely to me." Reading another part of the message out loud Abbacchio couldn't help but raise a brow in question.

"Vehicle? What does he mean by safe vehicle?"

"A helicopter!" Interjecting that Narancia raised a hand pointing into the air and drawing a circle as though to simulate helicopter blades. "That must be a key to a helicopter! We can go anywhere in a helicopter without anyone following us!"

Pursing your lips and looking at the black haired teen you shook your head, "But they're loud and if it was a helicopter we could get shot down." A huff left Narancia upon hearing your reasoning and he could only just cross his arms like a child.

"It's a bit less than fifteen kilometers from here to Pompeii. An hour should be plenty of time to get over there and get the key." Turning back to address the group his eyes bounced between everyone. "Fugo, Abbacchio, Giorno, (Y/N)! The four of you head to Pompeii and get that key."

"Mista, Narancia, and I will remain here and protect Trish from the Hitman team." Stepping out of the van he stood tall focusing his gaze on the four of you adding on. "Retrieve the key, and if it seems safe, contact us. Then we'll take Trish and head over to that vehicle." Resting a hand along the side of his hip, blue hues drifted over the three men falling on you.

"I'm counting on you."

The group nodded at the instructions given and everyone began heading towards where they were supposed to be, you were the last to slip into the van having waited to share a quick nod with the dark haired leader. It was almost like a 'Good luck stay safe' kind of notion which comforted you.

Sliding into the seat beside Abbacchio you lightly drummed your fingers against the fabric of your pants watching the van pull away from the house, Fugo in the driver's seat and Giorno with a map in the passenger's side.

The van drove along the road for awhile till the greenery shifted into spaced apart buildings, "So Pompeii was the place destroyed by the volcano right?" Wanting to break the tense silence you decided that asking a question on where you were headed would be best.

"Yeah I mean if you want the simple touristy version."

Humming that out Fugo peered back at you through the rearview mirror, "The city of Pompeii was known to Romans as a peaceful, prosperous health resort. It was then abruptly destroyed by the lapilli and lava that came from the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius on August 24th, 79 AD." Listening to everything he said you made sure to either hum or nod along to show that you were listening.

"Later, archaeologists discovered that all the houses, streets, wine bottles, and even carriage tracks left behind were preserved as they were when the volcano erupted 1,800 years ago."

Giving a nod once more you spoke up before he continued, "What about the people? Did archaeologists discover any human remains?"

"Most of the people that lived there died from being crushed or burned to death but surprisingly the bones they do find seemed to have taken the shape of the last thing whoever it was, was doing." Explaining that he smiled softly at the fact you were interested in what he was saying.

"The dog mosaic we're looking for is located near the entrance of the House of the Tragic Poet in Pompeii." Turning down a less busy street the blond went quiet and you assumed he was done speaking, choosing yourself to look out the window.

"Oh, Fugo, you were supposed to turn right at that corner, not left." You were quickly jolted forward as the breaks were slammed, an arm shot out before you could hit Giorno's seat though courtesy of the white haired man beside you.

"Thanks." Murmuring that out and looking towards the two in front you could hear Fugo speaking to his passenger.

"You should've told me sooner, Giorno. What point is there if you tell me that after I turn? This is why I wanted (Y/N) to sit in the front." Tapping his finger along the steering wheel annoyed and clenching his jaw you could tell Fugo was minutes away from potentially exploding.

"You're exactly right. I apologize. I'll be more careful next time."

"That's not the point here, damn it!" Fugo's seat was kicked harshly by Abbacchio who'd tolerated the conversation long enough, "Hey, Fugo. We're in a hurry, so don't lose it now." At that the strawberry blond let out a sigh slumping his shoulders a bit.

"I know."

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Another chapter for my lovely readers! Hope you enjoyed this one! and honestly I will let you all know that later on the story might become a bit wonky aha (Because I wrote everything during my peak JoJo brainrot phase). Additionally fun sad fact But I was supposed to go to Italy last year for a school trip but Mrs. Rona said no :')

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