Chapter 3 : Rocket Queen 2
« Are we even sure they won't try to kill us immediately, asked Trish.
-It's almost 100% sure, but Giorno specifically asked me to carry this on. We'll get here and if possible get out of here alive…" Suddenly, the glass window besides them broke in a loud noise. The marble shot by Rocket Queen had entered the restaurant and was getting close to Mista's throat. "Mista watch out, shouted n°2 who was the closest to the window." Then in concert, Sex Pistols rushed at the marble and prepared to redirect it with a kick. Then something surprising began, when the six stands kicked this marble, it didn't change its trajectory, Sex Pistols number three even injured itself, causing some shooting pain in Mista's leg. "Shit, shouted Mista. Gotta avoid this one! » He threw his head backwards as fast as he could, and got his throat slightly slit for his trouble. "Shit! Get to cover, Trish!
-Mista, are you hurt? Asked Trish after she jumped in the cover of the massive wooden benches.
-Just a scratch. I didn't think they would've attacked this soon. What's up with this thing?" Mista was looking at the iron marble, which was curiously not falling, but staying still in midair, with nothing holding it. "What the hell is this power, shouted Mista!"
In the meantime, Corine was placing another marble in Rocket Queen's left hand, and asked Johnny on the phone: "Where are they, precisely? Why don't you use your Stand?
-It'd be too dangerous for me! I don't know what they can do! They're still behind the benches, crouching. The girl is on the right. Don't miss them this time!
-Come on I didn't know he had a Stand like that! Okay…Tirez!" Corine shot another marble, straight at the bench where Trish was hiding. However, the marble wasn't stopped by the thickness of the bench, in fact it wasn't even slowed down, and it continued its course at maximum speed through the bench as if it was nothing. Without any warning, Trish felt that a part of her shoulder had been cut by the moving marble. An intense pain rushed to her arm, but she hadn't time for this. "Mista, the shooter is somewhere in the building in front of the train station, distract him!
-Without hesitation, the Italian gunslinger pulled out his gun out of his pockets and abandoned his cover. His eyes, full of the determination built after several years of fighting, were already on the Stand user across the place."Tchh, he didn't even bother to hide his position... Sex Pistols, get to work!" Two loud bangs were heard across the restaurant: Mista had shot his revolver in public toward the unknown the aggressor, two bullets flew through the space left by the window rode by the little imps, very happy to have some action already . Corine, seeing the bullets coming toward her, was already under pressure. "What, he's shooting me? Rocket Queen! Shoot down these bullets!" She quickly fired again two marbles, which proceeded to collide with the bullets destroying them and again floating in midair at Sex Pistols' stupor.
The whole scene hadn't lasted ten seconds. The clients of the Train Bleu, taken by surprise by the ruckus, began to panic at the sight of Mista's gun. "Oh my god he's got a gun! Shit, I'm outta here!" And now the clientele was fleeing for their lives, getting as far as possible from this improbable shooting and soon the restaurant was now empty. Mista and Corine quickly asserted each other's powers: no doubt the other had also a Stand involving projectiles. But Mista's stand was still not really known by Corine while the latter knew that the projectile couldn't be deflected nor destroyed.
Mista, still prepared to shoot at the sniper, knowing that he could see the marbles coming, instead saw him taking cover and trying to change his position. He shot a third bullet, not aiming her but just the building, using Sex Pistols n°3 as a spotter, and then also changed his position while the sniper wasn't looking. However, even when he made sure the enemy didn't know where he was, another marble came out of the bench, grazing his forefront, causing some serious bleeding.
"Shit! Can he see through wall or what?!
-No, answered Trish, we already know what kind of power the one across the border has, he's got to have a spotter somewhere, somewhere nearby that will give him our position, but it's not precise enough for our sniper to get headshot!" Trish then looked at her surrounding, and behind the window of the cuisine's door, she saw a silhouette, someone who wasn't panicked, used to this kind of incident, and he was looking directly at them. Their look met. Without any second thought, Trish rushed at the spotter, with a ferocious look. "Oh shit, thought Johnny, she is a stand user and her stand is certainly a close-range one! I gotta bail out!" Johnny ran to the exit on the other side of the room, and as Trish entered it, she noticed that the unknown spotter has already disappeared.
"What are you doing Johnny? Shouted angrily the woman, how the fuck I'm supposed to spot them now?
-Sorry Corine, I cannot risk my head like that! Answered the coward."
And as she stood beside a window, unable to shoot at her target, she suddenly saw one of the little imps that rode the bullets.
"Hihihi, gotcha fucker, Mista, she's here! Shoot here!" shouted the miniature stand. And suddenly, three bullets crushed the window. "What? exclaimed Corine" as the stands kicked the bullets toward her. "Pass, pass, pass! Bullseye!
-Oh no, shouted the sharpshooter, taken by surprise. She folded her arms in front of her face, and felt the bullets entering her arms and her chest. The pain hit her like lightning, but it wasn't enough to make her faint. She ran at the exit of the chamber where she was as fast as she could. Thankfully for her, Mista was out of bullets and already gone. Running across the corridors and running down the stairs, Corine called her boss again. "Boss, things' gone sour. We need backup!"
In the cuisine of the Train Bleu, Mista and Trish were building their plan. "The sniper and the spotter are on the run. We've gotta go, said the shooter.
-Agreed, answered his partner. Soon the train station is going to be a trap. Not only the enemy must've called some support, but the police are going to arrest us. The Subway is out of the question…
-Let's just steal a vehicle here, screw the police, interrupted Mista, we must have as much mobility as possible.
-I don't know, here gangsters don't have as much influence as in Italy. If we steal something here, they'll never let us go.
-Well too bad, but it's that or leaving me defenseless in prison." Trish nodded in agreement.
The couple ran down the emergency stairs, and got to the place, where they stole a Yamaha left without surveillance. However, hidden among the crowd, Johnny had one more time spotted them stealing the scooter. "Shit, they're getting away, Corine, get to the motorbike quickly, we mustn't let them get away!"
