Joy peered out the window as the car finally rolled into Bath, well finally was overstating the fifteen minute drive. It was honestly rather quaint and peaceful which just felt alien given the circumstances. This was not the place she had envisioned the final showdown with Mortis and his damn lackeys to go. She felt a slight burning pain on the back of her shoulder but she ignored it, trying to get her to focus on the other weird issue she had been dealing with.『ALICE IN CHAINS』had still been feeling off, it felt like….an unsatisfying meal or something. It just seemed like it wanted her to put something together and-well she didn't know. She snapped back into the moment when she heard Marshalls startled yell, "What are you doing!?"

She glanced up and noticed that John was halfway out the door of the moving car as he called back," I remember that damn warehouse."

He made it out while keeping both of his feet under him, and Joy couldn't help but go wide eyed as he booked it across a lane of traffic towards a barbed wire fence. She could almost see the annoyance on Marshall's body as he went to pull over into a gravel parking lot. She clambered out of the car and quickly looked around, feeling a degree of nervousness at the fact they were basically standing in enemy territory. The three of them gathered up in a makeshift huddle as Seth spoke up first," So what exactly is the plan?"

Marshall responded almost instantly" We know the location of the warehouse and we can work backward from there quickly, but the biggest issue is that we can't afford to get caught off guard."

Joy found herself agreeing, mostly on account of the dull pain still throbbing throughout her body. A quick glance at Seth gave her the idea that he was very much in agreement. She turned her focus back to Marshall as he began to walk off towards the warehouse, taking care to keep some distance from the crowds. She took up last position in their little brigade and glanced around the city before staring up into the relatively cloudless sky. She shifted her gaze back down and blinked as her vision swam with black spots, despite that she picked out an interesting building. Well what was interesting was the flashing coming from the third story window, really made her won-

She heard Marshall yell and basically on instinct moved into a crowd of people as the all to familiar sound of a sniper sounded off. She didn't hear the bullet hit anything but that might have had to do with the now screaming crowd. She tried to block the noise out while searching for Marshall, which he wasn't really hard to find considering he dressed like you assumed a federal agent would. She saw him gesture down the alley he had ducked into before turning and moving forward. She exhaled and summoned 『ALICE IN CHAINS』before taking off across the gap between her and the alley, thankfully no shot was fired.

She dashed down the alley keeping just enough sight of Marshall to know where he was going. She cut around the corner and kept to the wall as she ran forward, but a sudden series of cries caught her attention. She halted and glanced from her cover onto another small parking lot to see a young woman laying on the ground. She wanted to keep running after Marshall, but some part of her wanted to go help the person. She heard footsteps behind her and just gestured in the direction Marshall went before venturing out to save the person. She could understand why Marshall wouldn't go rescue her, the risk of it being a trap, but her stand had a solid work around. She cut to the cover provided by a fairly low car and made a fairly long chain before snaking it forward across the ground and wrapping it around the person's leg. She exhaled and slowly went to pull….only for nothing to happen.

Joy wouldn't brag but she was definitely stronger than the average person, so the fact that she couldn't drag somebody who weighed like a hundred and fifteen pounds was infuriating. She had her stand grab the chain and assist her in the pull but still there was no movement. A glance up revealed that the ground itself seemed to have wrinkled up, like a carpet scrunched against the wall. The girl turned over and smiled darkly as the shadow of a figure seemed to float over her. Joy went to drop the chain when a pain suddenly exploded in the back of her head, accompanied by the warm flow of blood spilling down her neck. She held onto consciousness though, and went to spin around. She caught sight of a pair of blue pants and black shoes before something hit her head again. Her vision tilted but she held onto consciousness and went to launch an attack with her stand, but a sudden prick on her back accompanied by a surge of electricity slowed her down. Her muscles twitched for a second but she fought through and launched the attack a second late. The fist impacted the ground cracking it, but it was too little late as another blow to the back of her head finally took her out of commission. This hit carrying a completely different feel then the two previous finally made her vision go dark.

Valentino grimaced as the shot connected with nothing but concrete, though he knew it wasn't expected that he would actually make it. Part of it was his pride as a hitman, but the other part was definitely the fact that it wasn't a hard kill for any trained hitman to make. It was not a good mark for his future success if he couldn't make that shot, though his stand might make up for that. It was honestly an incredibly exciting experience to have this power at his fingertips, though he noticed an odd difference compared to what that other guy dealt with . It was also weird for the fact that he couldn't really make out other stands, which was something that was weird apparently. To him Mortis's stand appeared as sort of vaguely humanoid green smoke, though apparently this was a side effect some of the other users of the drug had….didn't make him less nervous about that.

He heard the cries of the panicked public begin to subside as actual police sirens came closer, and with a smirk he got the rifle stowed away before quickly getting to the stairs. This really wasn't his favorite way to carry out a hit, normally he preferred to get the target alone and kill them where he could control the scenario. Beggars can't be choosers though and Mortis wanted an incredibly obvious distraction to keep the FBI away from some warehouse. He had done his part so now the ball was with the Jett siblings to keep the rest busy. As he quickly cut down the stairs he couldn't help but regret his decision in life, specifically to become a hitman not the criminal activity. It wasn't so much the constant killing of people, though that did wear on him a bit, but it was the fact he was constantly the villain…'and that's enough philosophy.'

He made his way down the ground level and steadily opened the door before cutting into the open air of the back alleys. He winced a little and immediately reached for the bottle of pills he had in his coat, really the only thing that was keeping him up at this moment. When he had woken up it had hurt to breathe, much less move, but Mortis had dosed him up with a load of painkillers in order to get him semi functional. Realistically though, even with his painkillers, he would only be able to function for an hour, or less if he had to push it. This was also one of his issues with this current situation...that the damned half-dead man was having to help save the damn organization. He slid a handful of the pills into his mouth and swallowed them, grimacing at the taste while rounding a corner. He glanced forward and nearly stopped dead in his tracks as he saw one of the faces he had been briefed on. He held his face in what he hoped was a general visage of an average person and altered his body posture slightly. As he got closer he felt his stand begin to hum, or rather writhe under his skin as emotions flooding his head. Determination. Hardy. Focused. It was an awkward rush of things but he held it under wraps and kept walking. He passed by but instead of feeling relief like he normally would, an insignificant little detail appeared in his head; The man was a long term marksman. The quick connection of that fact coupled with the fact he was carrying a modified marksman case forced his instincts to scream at him to get into cover.

He followed his instincts cry, and dove behind a bin feeling a small tearing pain across his chest, a pretty good signal that some of the stitches gave. He pulled out his pistol and braced as he heard a similar series of noises coming from the other side of the alley. 'Jett you absolute failure…"

John placed his hand on the security pad and had『RIDE THE LIGHTNING』short it out with a blast of electricity , it didn't actually unlock it but it did make it so he could muscle the gate open. That process was not as simple as it seemed to be, but only a minute later he squeezed through the gap. He jogged up to the building before working his way around the outside trying to find a way to sneak in. He vaguely remembered this warehouse as one that had been mentioned in some of the papers he had found. The fact that it was mentioned in those papers lead him to believe that it had to be somewhat important, though he really had no idea what would be in here. He continued his path around the building until he noticed a relatively small box truck pulled up next to an open side door.

He crept up the open door and peered inside where he was able to see stack after stack of various crates and goods. He assumed most of it had some major purpose to Mortis or some other part of the organization. The sound of footsteps sounding off throughout the building basically confirmed that idea, but it made him wonder what the person was looking for. John hesitated for a moment before sneaking his way inside, trying to find whatever Mortis felt was important enough to try and remove it.

He began to walk between the stacks keeping an ear on the footsteps. As he threw his gaze over the area he found a small broken crate that was leaking jewelry on to the floor. He reached down and picked up one of the chain necklaces before noticing the uncut diamonds buried deeper in the crate. It was somehow both surprising and expected at the same time, but he was forced to start moving again as the footsteps started to sound closer. He quickly shuffled his way around some of the piles and found himself staring at a few military crates. He scanned the listed cargo and found ballistic jackets, ammunition, and some radio equipment. Honestly it really seemed like this was just a storage place for their stolen goods until they were needed, judging by the crate he found that was full of small arms. He suddenly froze when the footsteps sounded off very close to him, he hadn't been paying attention given his interest in what some of the crates had. He quickly turned and as quietly as possible cut his way deeper into the piles of items. He cut his way through taking note of some of the items he was noticing; paintings, antiques, and even some fashion clothes. It was all just high value stuff that seemed to have been grabbed and accumulated as sort of a backup vault of sorts. He cut his thought short and crouched behind a pile and peered around it before noticing another military crate in front of him. He tried to take a second to examine it, but the footsteps sounded off again much closer. He kept low and maneuvered deeper into the piles, trying to keep his steps silent. Thankfully despite his size he was fairly used to sneaking around, though that was normally done on carpet or outside.

He worked his feet over each other with measured steps for a bit before settling down into a crouch again. He kept an ear open but was only really to make out vague grumbles and exclamations but what stood out was that the footsteps ended. That meant that whatever that truck was here for was in that area, but he couldn't place what it would be. He focused on what he had seen; Military crate, cloth covered crate, few paintings, and some other miscellaneous antiques. He wanted to guess it was the military crate, but there wasn't really any real evidence to say why it was that crate over the others. He remembered that it had some unique markings compared to the other crates, mostly some faded yellow markings that dotted the upper half. It was all just baseless guessing but he had a bit of a feeling that it was that crate.

He shifted again but this time started to move forward trying to get a look at the crate and whoever was dealing with it. Though he didn't really know what his plan was after finding out who was there, since he knew absolutely nothing of anybody outside of the people that kidnapped him. Honestly his best bet was to get back to Marshall and tell him, hoping that the description matched up with someone he knew.

He made his way around looking up through a somewhat narrow gap at the man who was unburying the army crate. He could tell the man was incredibly annoyed based on his body language...and the swears echoing throughout the area. He pivoted a little on his back foot in order to open the view up and a loud squeak sounded off. He glanced down quickly and saw a small puddle of water all around his one foot. He glanced up quickly and saw the man spinning around with his stand already out and at the ready.

Seth glanced out from his alley as the police officer and some girl dragged Joy into some rundown security shack. If the situation wasn't already completely awful he would find it funny how it took two people to carry a basically eighteen year old girl. He exhaled and began to quickly run through the current situation; Marshall had gone ahead to where the sniper had been perched, John was by the warehouse, and Joy was captured. That left him with two stand users he knew absolutely nothing about, and it definitely didn't help that he had yet to win a fight without serious injury.

It put him in a difficult spot when it came to figuring out the best way to handle this damn situation. He could go try to find and help either Marshall or John, but at the same time there was no guarantee that they were nowhere close to where he last saw them. So based on the odds his best option was to deal with it on his own, which posed an even bigger set of challenges. Namely how to go about this. He could just make Joy go berzerk and hope for the best, but his incredibly small moral compass and survival instinct put that idea to rest. There were other smaller plans that quickly ran through his head, but each either was a terrible idea in terms of keeping Joy alive or required an insane amount of luck. One idea though was still technically viable, though he wanted to do a bit of setup before even attempting it. Mostly because he was sick of getting the absolute shit kicked out of him and he wasn't sure that his bones could endure many more meetings with physically orientated stands.

He took a fairly deep breath before jogging off to find a fairly empty parking lot, or really any wide area with some sort of cover. In part because he was sick of trying to get his flying stand to handle tight quarters or try to go toe toe with humanoid stands. As he made his way around he couldn't help but feel some sort of perverse pleasure at the idea of taking somebody out after not doing well in any of his fights. He guessed that part of it was his general superiority complex and desire for complete control, but the other part was the idea that these were the people that had put him through hell and back.

A slight buzzing filled his head as he jogged down the road, it really seemed like 『BALLROOM BLITZ』 agreed with his sentiment.

Jett deposited the unconscious girl onto the floor and quickly bound her hands with some handcuffs. She had come damn close to taking him out with her stand and he didn't want her hands to have any chance to get a go at him. He plopped back into the completely mediocre office chair as his sister took a seat on top of a desk. She spoke up first to break the silence, "How they hell did she take that many hits to the head?"

He shrugged and spun his baton around," Some people got some crazy blood in their system."

She seemed to accept that and just went back to being quiet, at least for a solid thirty seconds before she spoke up again. "Aren't you supposed to be with Idris right now?"

Jett just rolled his eyes," I was actually supposed to be with him before this whole op-eration went off, but I decided to get some food instead."

His sister just smirked at his antics before responding," Well it wasn't like anything would really slow him down, all he has to do is find the crates, load it up, and be off."

He fully agreed with her, there really was no reason for him to interact with those nutjobs from the armed division. Or as he liked to call it Killers Paradise. They were a bunch of ex-cons, former hitmen, and general psycho's that were very good at making people not breathe. They tended to get annoyed with him and he didn't want to ruin his mood by interacting with those people. Hell, talking with Mortis had ruined his mood to the point where he wasn't able to enjoy his speciality brandy later.

He left his musings as the girl on the floor began to wake up, he thinks the briefing folder he was given said her name was Joy. That was one of the files he actually read, the other being on the FBI agent Marshall something or other. 『OUTLANDOS D'AMOUR』 came into existence and reached down lightly touching the back of her neck and placing an oddly colored X onto her skin. It was time to do the thing he was good at, though he would much rather be back in his apartment watching the baseball game of the night. The girl started to wake up a bit more and he stood up before hauling her up into a sitting position.

He plopped back down into his chair and decided to let the girl come to on her own, no real rush to wake her up. So all he could do was wait for when the girl fully came to. Then he would be able to get the info easier, mostly since his stands stupid ability only worked when the person could actually understand the question. It also wasn't like anybody else needed their help at this moment; Idris should be gone from his life and the italian should be handling the other three from the second sniper perch. It was such a simple plan that everything should be going fine.

Idris was incredibly pissed, no, he was beyond pissed into murderous rage. It should have taken him less than five minutes to pull up, load the shitty van, and be off to Florida to drop it off. But fucking Jett had not shown up making it so that he to hunt his way through the very full warehouse looking for the two obscure military crates with the MK-Ultra. That itself was annoying but not unexpected, what sent him over was the fact that there was an intruder. And furthermore the intruder had a stand, based on electricity that had been sent flying at him. In all it was a list of things that he shouldn't have had to deal with and definitely didn't not want anything to do with.

He peered around one of the piles and caught sight of the intruder dashing deeper into the warehouse. It was kinda funny to him, that he wasn't actually mad at the man he was chasing into the warehouse. He was able to understand that the intruder had a job to do and he couldn't fault him for that, but he was definitely livid at Jett for making this process take forever. He snapped out of his thoughts as he used his stand to propel him backwards out of the way of a targeted electrical blast.

He was also annoyed that he didn't have his pistol on him, mostly because he expected to be dealing with absolutely nothing. It wasn't like when he was on a job dealing with constant threats and law enforcement, he was driving a freaking truck to pickup drugs. Which, while a felony, was significantly more mundane then his general run of murders and fights with gangs. In fact, as a whole he was regretting this assignment in a nutshell. It really made him wish that they could go on their own and just be done with Mortis, but their 'head' was an idiot with some fanatical allegiance to Mortis and his motivations. Really made him wonder how Mortis won these people over considering every time he met the man he just got annoyed. Really everything about the 'boss' annoyed him. The way he threw around his men without actually telling them any sort of plan, even if it was a lie he still would like to know why he was taking out these people. It led to the narcotics and armed divisions running into each other on missions that could be accomplished so much easier when working together. He could understand paranoia, hell he lived every day thinking everybody could kill him, but you needed to let your goddamn associates know what the fuck the plan was. He snapped out of his internal rant about Mortis and shouldered one of the piles to his immediate left over, causing the next three to fall over. It conveniently blocked off the path the intruder was trying to take forcing him to double back deeper into the warehouse. Idris kept his stand tucked away for the moment, mostly since the intruder hadn't pulled theirs out. It wasn't a sense of honor or anything but with some stands he had seen there were structural things that seemed to give away abilities or purposes. He wasn't really sure his stand had any features like that but he was trying to account for his familiarity bias.

He rounded one of the piles and heard the squeaking of a shoe dead ahead. He had his stand at the ready and kept barreling down towards the noise, really just trying to get this job done.

-STAND STATS- 『OUTLANDOS D'AMOUR』

User: Jason Jet

Strength: C

Speed: C

Range: D

Durability: A

Precision: B

Potential: A

『OUTLANDOS D'AMOUR』is a humanoid stand that consists of a human body. The torso resembles a ballistic vest colored a deep navy blue that flows into a slightly lighter calf area. The arms, face, and leg from the knee down are all colored metallic gray. Where the mouth should be there are a series of x's that pattern along the grey colored parts. It's ability is that when it makes contact with a person it is able to place an "X" on their body. Then the user is able to ask a question and if the question isn't answered with the truth, as the affected person understands, damage is dealt. After lying the "X" moves around the body to a different part, and then that will be the next part. The subject can refuse to answer the question and not suffer the damage, but giving a half truth will still trigger the damage. However, it is all based how the subject interprets the information.

User History: Jason Jett was a street punk who jumped ship on his original gang to join up with the narcotics group. There he was a mid level member who did half of his job, but he fell out of favor when the narcotics group started to expand . He ruined three simple operations by acting out without actually thinking, and got himself almost killed before Mortis put him on guard in order to keep the stands ability in his pocket for interrogations.