Chapter Two involves exposition on a certain event that is elaborated on later in the series, so if you have not read the manga (or spoiled yourself on the wiki like I have), I would recommend holding off on reading this chapter until you have read part five to completion.

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Chapter Two:

To Egypt! The Secret's of the Ancients! (1)

"We have arrived, Master Jonathan." The Speedwagon employee declared, putting his car in park as he turned to face his blue-gray haired passenger.

"Thank you, good sir." Jonathan said with a nod, closing his eyes and covering his mouth as a brief sense of nausea came over him and quickly passed. No matter how many times he rode in a car, it would still somehow make him feel ill. The feeling of a horse and buggy would always be relaxing and steady to him, even if the automobile had proven more convenient and superior as time passed.

He opened the car door and stepped out, coming face to face with the crowded entrance to the Venice airport. The entrance almost seemed like the end point for a river before it became part of a large ocean, numerous people flooding in and out at different intervals, the roar of coming and going planes adding to the permanent noise in the airport. Jonathan looked down at his wristwatch, a handy device that Joseph had gotten him for Christmas a year before.

The time read 13:43.

His plane would be leaving in an hour.

With a sigh, Jonathan reached back into the car and got his suitcase, nodding to the driver before he shut the door and made his way into the airport.

"Jonathan Joestar!"

He had not gotten too far inside before he caught sight and sound of a familiar companion, smiling as a certain blonde-gray-haired man made his way through the crowd.

"It's been a long time, Caesar!" Jonathan shouted as he made his way over, extending a hand for other man to shake, which Caesar took without hesitation. It was only when Jonathan got closer did he see the almost uncanny resemblance Caesar had to his old master, William, even possessing a small moustache. Yet, Caesar kept something that made him distinct: his old headband still in decent condition.

"It has indeed." The former blonde said, smiling "I apologize for not meeting you at the mansion, something came up." He said, adjusting his black vest.

Jonathan shook his head, donning a smile of his own.

"It is no trouble Caesar, I imagine the Speedwagon Foundation keeps you busy."

Caesar scoffed, a good natured chuckle following.

"You don't know the half of it." He groaned, gesturing over his shoulder toward the deeper part of the airport "Come, we'll talk more on the plane."

The duo Hamon users walked deeper into the airport, the thought of flying entering Jonathan's mind with a nervous disposition. While he had flown plenty of times before, it still left him with an odd sensation once he was up in the air, such as his seat suddenly falling through the plane, sending him toward the Earth. Being around so many people in a small space also gave him a feeling he was being watched. These nervous thoughts were kicked aside quickly, however, as the duo walked passed the reception desk and made their way to an exit door that lead out to the airfield.

Jonathan was confused, but Caesar turned around and gave him a sly smile.

"What? You didn't think I meant we were taking a public plane, did you?" he asked, making Jonathan chuckle. He had completely forgotten that Caesar was a member of the Speedwagon foundation, renting a private jet was no trouble at all for their agents.

"It had entered my mind, yes."

As they boarded, Jonathan was hit with the distinct scent of cinnamon in the jet's maroon patterned interior, mixed along with a faint hint of lemon soap.

"I have refreshments in a fridge here, if need be." Caesar said giving the small icebox a kick "And I also have some lovely ladies on here to whip up anything you desire."

As if on cue, three lovely young women stepped out from a deeper portion of the plane, all dressed in medium black skirts and white dress shirts, bowing at both men.

"Master Caesar and Jonathan, it would be an honor to serve you." They all three said in a perfect unison.

Jonathan sat his briefcase down and gave a small bow in return, Caesar waving his hand to signal them away. As they left, Jonathan took a seat adjacent from Caesar with a perturbed look on his face.

"Why do they call you master?"

Caesar laughed, his smirk forming prematurely as it seemed like he had saw this question coming.

"Oh, it's just a formality, I treat them no different than I would you, Jonathan."

This earned a sigh from Jonathan, making him chuckle as well.

"That's a relief." He said, reclining in his chair with a sigh, the soft padding doing well for his tense muscles. Caesar then leaned to the side to look past Jonathan, which proved somewhat difficult given the mountain of muscle on the gentleman.

"We're cleared to leave, Francis!" he yelled, receiving an affirmative as the sound of the plane's engine began to steadily grow in volume "Much more comfortable than the stone of the island, wouldn't you say?" Caesar prodded with a smirk, making Jonathan laugh.

"Oh indeed, I could meditate here for hours."

These words made Caesar look away for a moment, raising his right leg to rest it on his left knee as he leaned back into his chair.

"How is Master Lisa Lisa? It has been sometime since I had the chance to speak with her in person."

Jonathan could sense the remorse in those words, making him pause before he spoke.

"She is doing well and is as strict as ever." He said with a chuckle, making Caesar sigh in relief.

"I am glad to hear it. I know Jojo," Caesar cleared his throat after a pause "I mean, Joseph, is doing well. Who knew a cunning cheat would make it in the real estate business?"

Jonathan regarded the name swap as odd yet left the topic alone as the question he had been dying to ask finally made it to the front of the line.

That was until Caesar cut him off with a rather cold glare.

"And what of Wamuu?"

"He is…" Jonathan started, surprised by the intensity he felt from Caesar as his mind flashbacked to the conversation that took place hours ago.

"I do."

"He is quiet."

Caesar waited for an addition to that, but when a full five seconds of silence passed, he drew his eyes to the window that rested to his right. Jonathan looked out as well, seeing the seemingly endless sky with specks of clouds slowly rolling by as the private jet soared across the expanse of blue.

As Jonathan thought back on this, the thought of Wamuu's final words haunting his mind, he could not help but draw his eyes back down to his chest to see the blue of his attire. Rather than simply wearing his training/combat attire, he was now wearing a simple dark blue suit, something more formal for an expedition.

Upon reminding himself of the reason for his journey, Jonathan cleared his throat to break the awkward silence.

"You mentioned in your letters how you were pursuing 'something of interest'. What would that be, Caesar?"

Caesar's attention became focused again, seemingly thankful for the distraction.

"Ah yes, well I am still trying to figure that out myself." He started, taking a small sip of wine from his glass on a nearby table before continuing "The Speedwagon Foundation recently took an expedition to Cape York in Greenland and they discovered some sort of virus plaguing the nearby flora. Turns out, this virus had its origin from a meteor that hit the planet countless years ago."

Jonathan raised a brow and leaned forward, balling his hands into a fist under his chin.

"A virus?" He prodded, earning a nod from Caesar "What does it do?"

"From the research the foundation has conducted on the samples we collected," the bandanna wearing Zeppeli started "We found that it is incredibly hostile to human DNA."

"Wait a moment." Jonathan held up a hand, his thoughts seeming to just now catch up "Are you telling me this virus came from space?!"

Caesar nodded, taking another sip of wine "It is rather bizarre, isn't it?"

"Bizarre would indeed be the word for it." Jonathan thought, shaking his mind free of the confusion as he got back on track "I can see why you would call it interesting in your letters, that is for certain!"

"That's only the beginning, Jonathan." Caesar chuckled "You remember the meteor, yes? Well, it turns out someone got there before we did, hundreds upon hundreds of years ago in fact and crafted arrowheads out of fragments of the meteor."

"What? Why?" Jonathan inquired.

Caesar shrugged "I can only imagine they deduced the killing potential of the virus, since it specifically targets human DNA and attempts to exterminate it." He explained and met Jonathan's gaze "We have a lead on the location where one of these arrows might be: in Cairo Egypt."

Jonathan flexed his mind, trying to fully understand the information he was being presented.

"Wait a moment." Jonathan started, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose "How did figure out someone made arrowheads from the meteor?"

This is when Caesar crossed his arms, looking down at the carpeted floor.

"It required quite a bit of digging on my part, I admit, but I managed to uncover several translations of ancient hieroglyphic text in the Speedwagon Foundation's archives."

Jonathan rubbed his chin, a humorous smile cutting across his face. He never took Caesar as the type to casually browse ancient Egyptian text.

"The text told of a man who wanted to obtain the greatest power in the world, and he had somehow discovered the meteor and the virus that infected the plants." Caesar paused to take another drink of wine, seeing the skeptical look in his eye "When he discovered this power," he continued, "He took the parts of the meteor, crafted the arrows, and used their power to become king by his own hand, or rather, pharaoh in this case."

"So, these arrows," Jonathan cut in, feeling a bit rude as he did so "What about them made them powerful? Did the virus make them kill a person instantly?"

Caesar grew quiet, his eyes trailing off to the window again before he answered.

"That's the part I'm still trying to figure out." He sighed "The Foundation did not grant me any access to the test we conducted, saying it was confidential, but what they found must have been incredible, as they requested I go to Egypt immediately."

"And bring me as well?"

Caesar chuckled and tapped his headband.

"No, that was a decision I made. I read up on your degree, Jonathan. I don't think a doctorate in Archeology serves you well in the field of Hamon mastery."

Jonathan laughed with him, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes, I suppose you're right."

The rest of the flight was filled with a mix of casual and business conversation, creating a friendly and informational cocktail that Jonathan savored with each passing hour. But even with the posh interior, the wonderful service by the attendant girls and the rather funny stories Caesar had to tell of his experiences with women, Jonathan's mind would not stop prodding him with the memory of Wamuu and the sheer pressure put upon him by trying to deduce the meaning of his final words.

Did they mean Wamuu had discovered a new technique that could topple Jonathan once and for all?

Could it be a threat of trying to take the Stone of Aja once again? No, Wamuu all but stated he had no interest in the stone after their last encounter.

Or could it be that Wamuu….

"No," Jonathan thought "There's no way Wamuu would ever consider something like that…would he?"

With a sip of tea, Jonathan drowned this line of thinking before it fully blossomed into something that would make the gentleman reconsider this trip even more.

Egypt was much hotter than Jonathan had read about, the waves of heat visible emanating from the blacktop of the freeway as he stepped out of the plane. Intense heat or no, he was incredibly happy to be out of the air and on the ground once again to stretch his muscular legs.

"Egypt. Beautiful isn't she?" Caesar stated as he walked passed the stunned gentleman.

"She certainly is." Jonathan said in awe, his archology classes coming back to him as he entered the terminal "There are so many places I want to visit: the great pyramids, the Nile river, the-!"

Caesar chuckled, cutting him off "We'll find time for that after we secure the excavation site."

The duo cleared themselves at the airport, their lack of proper tickets seeming to be a problem until Caesar flashed his ID, which Jonathan found peculiar. Did the Speedwagon Foundation have that much pull?

"Come," Caesar said, "An agent is supposed to be waiting near the northern end of the city for us in a jeep that'll take us to the site."

Jonathan nodded, smiling as they stepped into Cairo proper. The city was massive, its architecture looking rather astounding in some places and rather plain in others. The locals seemed friendly enough, giving Jonathan a mixture of frowns and smiles as he passed, and the food was excellent when they stopped to eat due to Caesar's roaring stomach cutting off their travel. The sun hanging high in the sky, beating them down with its scorching rays, Caesar managed to hail a cab to make their trip shorter.

As the yellow automobile pulled to the curb, Jonathan felt a strange feeling grip his mind, almost begging him to turn around. He did so and came face to face with a rather lavish looking mansion that rested across the street. It was surrounded by a large white wall, the entrance seeming to be somewhere to the left of the building. That strange feeling took hold once again, making him take a step toward it, an air of familiarity hanging around the location for some odd reason.

"Jonathan!"

Caesar's yell snapped him out of his trance, making him whirl around to see Caesar standing next to the stopped cab, a look of confusion on his face.

"I'm coming!" the gentleman yelled, rushing over to the other door and entered the slightly cramped cabin of the vehicle.

With a confirmation of their destination, the sweaty and somewhat smelly driver whirled the car around and began driving opposite of the mansion, and Jonathan could not help but whirl his head around to gaze at a certain balcony embedded in one of the four towers embedded in the structure.

He had no clue why he felt any sort of attachment to the building, but the feeling was almost haunting to him.

"Jonathan, is everything alright?" Caesar prodded. Jonathan nodded.

"Yes, don't worry Caesar."

Of course, all this did was make the old blonde worry more. Yet he did not press, choosing instead to withdraw a slip of paper Jonathan had saw on the plane, a form detailing the expedition from the Speedwagon Foundation.

"We should be at the site no later than 5:00 PM, so we'll have plenty of time to see if they have uncovered any of the arrows."

"What do we do if they have?"

Caesar put away the slip of paper and looked back at his muscular companion.

"Simple, we'll contact the Foundation and inform them of their existence. Once they clear us, we'll inform the excavation leader of the Foundations request and they should let us take them. If they have unearthed nothing of the sort, then I will let the bosses know and we will go home"

"And if they refuse to give us the arrows?" Jonathan asked, Caesar shaking his head in response.

"They shouldn't, but if they do, then we'll simply have to ask the Foundation for further instructions."

Jonathan nodded, feeling slightly odd at being involved in such a formal mission. Speedwagon had offered him numerous positions at the Foundation, head archeology expert being the most common and supernatural expert being a close second, but Jonathan had declined due to his need to train.

Either way, he was just glad Caesar was here to make things feel slightly less professional.

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