Chapter 1: Arrival in Paris.
"Attention please, the TGV n°1675 to Paris, Gare de Lyon departed at 6.20 a.m. from Torino, Porta Susa will arrive in thirty minutes. We recommend all passengers to ready their luggage. The bar will remain open up to fifteen minutes before arrival."
"Hey miss, do you have pepperonis?"
The barmaid turned her head to the rude customer, with a smug smile. "No we don't serve them here, I'm really sorry mister." Of course she wasn't sorry; in fact she even enjoyed her client's disappointment. Then she took a closer look at him. The man was Italian for sure, his Italian accent was very obvious, but, for all his rudeness, he was very well clothed, if not bizarrely clothed. It was a high quality suit no doubt; a brown striped suit that made him look like a tiger, the fedora matched the motif as well, giving him a wild aura that made you think he was a very dangerous man. Below the suit there was a checked blue shirt, also of very high quality. A Gucci watch, Gucci shoes… A man so rich yet so impolite, you'd think he was some rich kid who has done nothing in his life and will take his father's inheritance so he can have all the fun he wants. You are wrong.
It's because his name is Guido Mista. Born poor, his life a taken a sudden turn in 2001, when the most powerful gang of Italia, Passione, was victim of a power struggle. The branch he was part of, waged war on the Boss himself, and succeeded at killing him and thought their leader Bruno Bucciarati, as well as two other members, Leone Abbachio and Narancia Ghirga, died, they were now at the head of Passione and consolidated their power. Now he is the number three of the gang, just below the Consigliere and the Boss, and he was quite satisfied at this place, as he hadn't any sort of ambition in the first place. In fact since 2005, he's found his life to be quite dull, their power was so great no opponent has appeared since then.
"Well whatever," said Guido, as he quickly turned on his feet and went to his first class seat. When the door shut, a voice suddenly called him: "Guido, we're hungryyyy!" Six little imps, floating around him, were begging for food. They were his Stand Sex Pistols, a peculiar power that allowed him to redirect bullets, and here they were, whining about a food they didn't need. "Shut up! The train's gonna arrive in thirty minutes, can't you wait a little, we'll be going to the restaurant when we arrive!
-But we're so hungry! No way we can get to work with empty stomach!" cried the little stands.
"Just wait! Damn you're so annoying, first we eat then we get to the assignment!"
As the number three of Passione, he had numerous responsibilities, and political struggle with foreign gangs was the most important thing about his work. In the world of gangs, you have to deal with the ambition of other gangs, who wish to take you territory from you, but you must maintain good relationships with them as well. The Boss was taking care of the latter, and he was now in Japan, with the Yakuza, maybe having some kind of party with them right now. Mista's power and ruthlessness was well-suited for punishing any overambitious gangster wannabe. Right now drugs were flowing to Italy through France, Passione having a no-drug policy, it meant that the French were stepping in the gang's territory using small contracts in the north to smuggle it. The Boss being busy in Japan, he let Mista take care of this problem. Recently, a small gang named the Roses has seized power across France's gangs and has centralized their operations in Paris, this gang now controls every illegal operation across France, yet no one knows their appearances or what they can do. The French were not a major organization, but they were really eager to gain importance. One day, the Boss has received an invitation from the Roses themselves: a letter with these simple words: "Let's talk about your father." And a photo of the Boss' own father, a man named DIO. The Boss was suspicious, this invitation was clearly a trap but he wouldn't pass an occasion to deal with this gang, possibly peacefully and stop the flow of drugs in Italy, and to discover information about DIO his biological father. "Mista, he said, I trust you above all. Please take care of that for me." Mista couldn't possibly refuse his Boss 'request, hence his trip to Paris.
In Paris, Mista wouldn't be alone, Passione had a contact in Paris, someone that could take care of herself and that was also trustworthy. In fact Mista hadn't heard of her for a long time, so he didn't know what she had become.
Finally the train arrived in the Gare de Lyon, Paris' train station famed for the huge glass roof that sheltered its platforms. Walking around the station, Mista was looking for his contact. "Pistols, do you see her?" The six little Stands, floating above Mista's fedora, were also looking in the crowd. "There she is!" shouted n°1, the Stand with the number 1 engraved in his head. A pink-haired woman, clad in a leather jacket, was going to Mista. "Hey Trish, long time no see !" shouted Mista.