Chapter 2 : Rocket Queen 1.
Trish Una was the estranged daughter of the former Boss of Passione, and along with Bruno Bucciarati's group, she helped take the Boss down. However being part of a gang didn't interest her, so she returned to a civilian life, but kept being in touch with Passione. Now she was an art student in Paris and planned on becoming a full-time artist.
"Guido! Oh my god I'm so happy to see you! How are you doing in Italy?
-You know, there's really nothing new here. We're all doing good, and we're just working all the time... Oh and Fuugo says hello! You're good here in France? asked Mista as the couple walked in the train station.
-Paris is so beautiful, a very nice place to visit. By the end of the year I'm going to have my diploma so I can return to Italy. But then, let's eat; I'm sure your Pistols are hungry.
-Yeah! Shouted the little Stands, we've never eaten French before!
-Ahah, see I've made a reservation at a good restaurant here, It's called the Blue Train and I've heard it's really good here."
The Blue Train is a legendary restaurant in the Gare de Lyon: named after a famed locomotive, its luxurious setting, the walls showing France's landscapes framed with ornate golden sculptures giving the place a true 20th century atmosphere, as well as the exquisite cooking, made the Blue Train as place frequented by stars. Everything here is the best service that France has to offer.
"Man this feels like a date…muttered Mista.
-What did you say? Asked Trish not sure about what she heard.
-Nothing! Shouted Mista, blushing a little and looking abruptly the other way. Say Trish, you sure about helping me here with this gang?
- Yes, friends help each other, and Passione is still undermanned right now. I certainly won't let you alone against them. You've received an invitation, right?
-Yeah but that's all I've got. I don't even know how many of them are here, and I don't know if they have Stands. I got here by train because it is a covert operation, smuggling a gun in France by plane would have taken too much attention. Besides Sex Pistols is not very useful without a revolver."
The Pistols, too busy munching the bread and the meat, weren't paying much attention.
"Where is the rendezvous, asked Trish?
- In the Notre-Dame Cathedral, they were very specific about it, but there's no time of appointment. I guess it means that they are waiting for us 24/24. The plan is to watch the place beforehand to identify the gang members and then we'll contact them. There's a 100% chance that things will go ugly, so we need an escape route, said Mista.
-The Cathedral is on the "Ile de la Cité", in the middle of the Seine", replied Trish. She then took a sip of sparkling water. "There are about eight bridges that connect the island to the land, as well as a metro line. My studio is in the North of Paris, in case we need to hide, it'd be best if we take the bridges to the North. In the meantime, it'd be best to be careful about being followed.
-Yes, doesn't hurt to be careful about anyone tailing us, answered Mista who was munching on his veal cheek, but I'm sure we're being watched right now."
The atmosphere suddenly became much heavier. Trish didn't let any disquiet flow out of her, but a nervous sweat drop slid on her face, and she unconsciously began to watch the waiters and the clients very carefully.
"You think they're already here, asked Trish?
-No, about five new clients came here after us, but they look clean. But the Roses have sent an invitation, thus they are waiting for us; they've must have been watching every train station and airport by now. I don't know if they want to attack us here, but we're watched, no doubt."
While Mista and Trish were chatting with each other, a man was staring at the front of the restaurant. Wearing an orange jacket and a black leather pant, as well as a stripped green bowler hat, this man has been following the strange couple since he's seen the man's Stand floating around him but stopped short at the front of the Blue Train, he couldn't have entered without raising suspicion. "How careless" he thought. "Was he really sent by the Italians? I thought they would have sent a whole bunch of them, instead they go on a date… Better be safe than sorry, let's contact Corine…"The man turned his phone on, and then proceeded to call.
In the other side of the place in front of the Gare de Lyon, in an apartment facing the train station, a woman was playing with a miniature circus. On a closer look, you could have distinguished some movement. In fact, there were lots of movements in this little circus. It was a flea circus, and same woman was training two of them to crawl on a tiny string tied to two poles while being on top of each other. "Yes that's it Leo and André, you can do it! Just a little and you'll be in the middle of the string!" Then the woman's cellphone rang. She angrily picked up the phone "What? I'm in the middle of an important training. Leo and André are on the verge of completing their training, I hope it's very important Johnny!
-I think I've found someone from the Italians Corine, said Johnny. He's very suspicious, and he has a Stand."
Corine quickly abandoned her fleas to go look at the window facing the train station.
"Are you sure? He's alone now ?
-No he went to the Blue Train with a woman, I don't know if she has a Stand or not but they knew each other for sure. And the man's Italian, there's no doubt.
-Where are they, asked the woman.
-It's the one with a brown suit and the pink-haired one.
-Très bien… Rocket Queen!"
Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared behind the woman. It was some sort of humanoid blue and grey robot, which had a scope fused to its head in place of the right eye. In the right hand, Rocket Queen was wielding a sort of billiard cue while the left hand was replaced by a plate. The woman's Stand began watching at the windows of the restaurant, and quickly found Mista and Trish conversing rather sternly for a couple in a date. It was definitely suspicious. "Let's call the Boss…"Corine then took out a second cellphone out of her pocket, and calling the sole phone number in it.
"Boss, we've found one of the Italian gangsters. He's not alone, there's another one with him but it's not the leader, more of an underling.
-Good kill him, answered a voice on the phone.
- Kill him, but why?
-This one may not be the boss of Passione, but his death will certainly anger him.
-Are you sure it will draw their Boss in Paris? I mean he doesn't look like an important member…
-No I've made sure Giorno Giovanna would have his attention caught, but he certainly can't afford to go in Paris on such a dubious reason than a photo and some drugs across the border, but he would have given some kind of mission to his right-hand man. Now let's go to work." The phone was suddenly hung up.
"We'll then let's go to work. Johnny, your Stand is not a close-range one, but can you make sure they'll be dead ?
-Okay but you'd better not miss them.
-Rocket Queen never misses its target…"As she talked, the woman placed an iron marble into the plate that served as her stand's left hand. Then Rocket Queen put itself in a shooting position, as if it was playing billiard, the cue being prepared to hit the marble, the scope looking directly at Mista's throat…
"Très bien, mise en joue, tirez !(Aim, fire !) » And Rocket Queen violently shot the marble straight into the restaurant, directly into Mista's face, unaware of the beggining attack.