Idris stared at his opponent and tried to get a grasp of what his stand was capable of, aside from the obvious electricity. Interestingly it seemed that he could only generate electricity, which meant he didn't have to worry about electricity coming from the power outlets. He snapped back to the action as the man started to pace around, forcing him to mimic. He wanted to go for the throat immediately but he didn't know exactly how his opponents stand worked, so it was better to play the counter puncher for now. That counter fighting style worked especially well for Idris since『NEMO』gave him the ability to travel using the ground as a medium. Basically, he could go into the ground and come out farther away, with some minor limitations and slight disorientation.

His opportunity came a half second later when electricity rolled off the arm and fired forward in a violent arc. Idris activated his stand and felt his body stretch across the floor until it exploded out of the ground right inside of his opponent's guard. His stand swung forward and connected a solid hit to his opponents core, making them dash backwards with a pained hiss. Idris went to follow up but was forced to dodge retaliation in the form of a heavy right hand that cracked the floor as it narrowly missed.

He swore a little as both decided to put some distance between each other. He had wanted to end this quickly, especially since it seemed there was a large gap in their stands power. Also, it seemed like he wasn't dealing with an idiot. The man had led him with that initial bolt, the one attack Idris had seen, in order to get him to react. Thankfully Idris wasn't a complete fool, dumb luck wasn't the reason he was still kicking about, and he was able to react.

He took a breath and prepared his next move; He'd warp his hand through the ground and try to grab the Achilles tendon. If he pulled that off he could render the mobility-

His plan was stopped before it began by a headlong charge coupled with surprising speed that put his opponent right in front of him. He weaved through the incoming hits with some ease, mostly reading them because they were so obviously telegraphed. When a left came, he ducked under and came up with an uppercut to the man's jaw, rocking his head back and forcing him to stumble back. It only took Idris a second to realize that something wasn't right as his right arm suddenly seized up and spasmed. He pushed it out of his mind and dashed backwards, barely avoiding a vicious one-two combo aimed to rip his head off. A deep chuckle sounded out, " Bet that feels nice."

Idris glanced over for a brief second before responding, "You psychotic bastard."

He couldn't help the predatory smirk that crawled onto his face as all the facts fell into place. This psycho had quickly figured out the gap in skill when it came to stand fighting, and at the same time noticed that there was an equally large gap in terms of their stands strength. So this man decided to put faith in his durability and turn his body into a walking taser. It was a decent plan to take advantage of his stands lacking power, something that aggravated him to no end, but Idris knew he was a different issue altogether.

Idris took a deep breath as he got his arm to function again, but he didn't have any time to think as the man rushed forward. He activated 『NEMO』and got to the side where he had a clear view of his opponents ribs. Despite the chance he held his fist after seeing arcs of electricity. That hesitation was a mistake in the end as he narrowly managed to dodge a backhanded swing and the follow up hook.

He stepped back to put some distance in between them as he quickly ran over his two options. His pride quickly answered it and he stepped right into his opponents guard slamming his stands fists into the man's jaw. Both his arms responded by locking up and spasming, but he grimaced his way through the pain. If he had any sort of weapon this would be over in a second, but he hadn't been expecting to have to fight any stand users. He cut his complaint short when a low kick forced him to dodge away, since his arms weren't good to go yet. He almost perfectly dodged it, but the man followed up with a toe stomp. While the pain was definitely dull and nothing new to him, the torrent of electricity that surged into his leg was.

He activated 『NEMO』and got himself out of harm's way but his movement was severely hampered, to the point where he stumbled trying to get his feet under him. His opponent capitalized on the weakness by trying to close the distance, but Idris fell to his back and lashed out with a kick to the man's groin. Thankfully the boots he was wearing were rubber soled so the good leg wasn't electrocuted and it made the man back up.

Idris got back to his legs, however shaky one was, and started working on his next move. This was basically a contest of endurance and he was more than willing to meet the challenge. He used his stand to lunge forward and get inside his guard again before landing three strikes to the man's core, getting a satisfying crack as the last punch pulled away. His arms went numb again but he was only dealt a glancing blow by the man's stand as it swung at him. Though he was forced to throw himself out of the way when a bolt of electricity sailed at him. He used his stand again to dodge the next salvo before getting back to his feet. He was starting to get used to the pain the electric armor caused which meant he could work through it. It also meant that this hit and run style was working, though it might take a bit with how durable this bastard was. But it wasn't like he had anything else to do for a few hours.

John let out a sharp breath as the unfortunate, and aggravating, reality set in; he was completely outclassed. He had eaten the first punch on purpose in order to get an idea of what his stand's power was like, but that hadn't told him the skill of the user. This guy moved so much more efficiently and precisely compared to somebody like Leen, sort of like a whip vs a club. Both of those hurt like hell, but moved so different. It also didn't help that his stand made it difficult to counter his moves.

That had been the reasoning behind his electric armor. He had noticed that there was a power gap between the two stands, and with his durability he had figured that he could take some punishment. It had worked for a brief moment since the man had definitely lost both of his arms for a second, but it hadn't shaken him at all. Thankfully his opponent hadn't realized that the armor was hurting himself, so he kept back only stepping in for quick shots. Of course those shots were danger-

As if on cue the man warped-jumped-stepped forward right into his range and let loose a quick jab. John managed to turn it into a glancing blow along the side of his head. The second hit connected solidly with his nose, drawing blood but thankfully not breaking it. He managed to keep his focus through the hit and launched a counter that clipped the stands forearm. There was a cracking sound that filled the air, but before John could capitalize the man melted into the ground and moved right out of range.

He wanted to go for a rush and try to force the man to make a mistake, but he knew that it wouldn't work. Somehow despite being in every beneficial position possible for his stand to take control; he just couldn't. Every move he thought was smart was being countered, and every crazy idea he had seemed less and less probable. The man disappeared again and John slammed his arms in front of his face in some sort of guard.

The guard saved his head but it felt like three thousand needles were driven into side as a fist connected with his cracked ribs. He kept his mouth shut and took the opportunity to lash out with a heavy, yet obvious strike. This time it was intentional. In reality it was a hard feint meant to make the man think he could easily dodge and counter.

The man bit, and John stopped the attack short before hammering the man with the right he had been loading up. If it fully connected it would finish the fight. Unfortunately the punch didn't fully connect, instead it glanced off the mans torso. It still sent him backwards through the air before he met and then melted into the floor.

John couldn't help the guttural growl that leaked out of his mouth. That feint had been a gamble and it hadn't paid off. Sure he landed something, but at this point it needed to be a finishing blow. Now he had to get the hell out of there. There was still a chance he could win the fight, but it wasn't worth the damage. The goal was still Mortis, and going down early doesn't help anything.

A quick plan came together in his head, and it went into action even faster. He let loose two bolts toward his opponent which got him to do the floor melting trick again. Then John spun on his heel and blitzed towards the nearest open door. He had roughly a second to get as much distance as possible, since the man always came out disorientated. It hadn't mattered so far because he had just been standing still and trying to win by defending. Something that clearly hadn't been working.

John all but threw himself out of the door right as he heard grunt come from behind him. He tightened his back in preparation for a hit, but thankfully it never came. Something that shocked him a little but didn't slow down his retreat at all. Though his muscles were certainly screaming for him to slow down with every miniscule movement he made. Not even to mention the screaming pain that came from his ribs. He could still move and that meant he could still fight.

How well and how effectively was still to be determined, but even being just a little useful was good enough.

Idris kept his eyes on the fleeing form, though he couldn't muster much motivation to pursue. He knew that he had put his opponent on the ropes, especially with how those ribs had cracked. But, his job was only to get the crates and get them moving, not deal with intruders. Part of him knew that Mortis would be pissed, but at the same time he didn't care.

If Mortis wanted to moan about things then he could bother to spare some help for the armed division. The drug division took the most funding and had the most members, but his division had to do the most dirty work. Hell, after he dropped these crates off he had to ship out to deal with a territory dispute in Vancouver. They were busy dealing with some gangs trying to establish a foothold in North America as Passione all but shoved them out of Europe.

In all it was interesting, but he didn't exceptionally care. Just tell him who to kill and he'll get right on it. But at the same time he was fed up with Mortis, or more specifically the fact that their division had no idea what was happening anywhere else in the organization. Made them work their asses off for issues other divisions should be able to resolve without theirs's having to run across the country at the drop of a hat.

The man finally rounded a corner and left his sight, getting him to finally turn back and get the crates. He was partially thankful that none of those bolts had damaged the crates, since his boss had told him several dozen times.

He snarled a little as the memory reared its head, it hadn't been a productive meeting to say the least. It faded away as he hefted the first crate and quickly realized that he underestimated it's full weight. He struggled with it to the car, ignoring the clanking glass, and slid it into the back.

He was supposed to check in with Jett before taking off, but after getting the second he was leaving. It was a mixture of his annoyance with Mortis and then his incredible dislike of Jett. The bastard was only useful because of his stand ability, and Mortis saw that as a reason to keep him around. He believed that a person's personal skills and conviction mattered more than their damn stand. Though that might just be his jealousy speaking because of his stand.

Jett glanced over as the girl started taking in her environment, and he took a small amount of pleasure in the worry that appeared on her face. She quickly started struggling against her handcuffs, but his sister cut it off," Oh, shut up."

The girl glared and he swore he could see a plan to kill Iris flash across them. He decided to try to deescalate the situation...well, stop it from annoying him any more. "Don't mind her girly, we're just here to ask you some questions."

He was somewhat aware of how demeaning that sounded, but it didn't bother him at all. He just used it as a veiled threat. The girl however just glared back in defiance, which prompted him to start his 'job'. "So the boss wants to know how many people you all brought to town?"

Thankfully the girl rose to the bait, "Enough to kick your ass."

'Shit, worded that poorly,' he thought to himself, though he kept his features schooled. "Did you bring five people, including yourself of course?"

"Why the fu-"

And like clockwork there was a spray of blood from the back of her neck. Honestly some part of himself enjoyed seeing his stand work. He shifted his gaze from the blood on the wall, to the chuckling face of his sister, and finally to the stunned face of the girl.

He stood up and walked over, summoning his stand next to him as he stood over the girl. "Now that you've felt it, that's the power of my stand『OUTLANDOS D'AMOUR』."

The girl glanced up and he immediately figured she was going for her stand, but in an instant Iris was to her feet and her stand was out to attack. A smirk crawled it's way onto his face as he continued. "Now every time I ask you a question you have to answer, or risk gaining a few more scars. If you lie or even tell a half truth." He made an explosion gesture with his hand.

The girl stared at him with a fire in her eyes that could light an Olympic torch. He just chuckled and had his stand reach out and touch the girls arm placing a black X. He chuckled and returned to his chair but left his stand there, mostly to give his sister a break.

It wasn't that her stand was useless, but she definitely was the more rash of the two of them. He really couldn't afford to lose this source of info. Not that he couldn't get another victim, but he was starting to think he was on thin ice with Mortis. It was subtle but he had been getting bypassed more and more in terms of a middleman, with the agents in Michigan and Pennsylvania doing more and more. It wasn't too bad in terms of his relaxation and easy life, but the fear of being made redundant. The moment he was made redundant meant that he was no longer under the Mortis banner of protection. With the enemies he'd made that was a death sentence, since outside of Mortis he had no connections with other people or groups.

He bit his lip in order to refocus on the situation, and to actually resume the interrogation. Hopefully, he could dig up a lot of new info for Mortis.

Marshall stopped his walking and gave the black car a solid once over before walking up and peering through the window. All it really did was confirm that this was the getaway car he figured had to be here. It wouldn't have made sense for the escape route to be a sewer with all of the effort that went into getting Valentino a stand. So he guessed that there had to be some other form of transportation.

Normally a nondescript car wouldn't be enough evidence to confirm his suspicions, but in this case an open file with his picture was enough evidence. It also made him wonder what Mortis' goal was with this plan. With every other attack they had fought off the idea had been to kill them. Here it didn't seem like that was the intention. Especially since they made the injured hitman try to stand his own ground. Even if he was injured as well it wasn't a smart move if Mortis wanted to preserve the project.

These little parts weren't adding up. It would make sense if the plan was to delay, but Marshall didn't know why Mortis would want to delay them when killing was an option. With what he knew about Mortis it meant there was something in the town worth defending or distracting them from.

It worried him a little but he really wasn't in a position to go chasing this mythical sort of lead when Mortis was still an option. He let out a sigh and unholstered his pistol before winding up a swing aimed at the window. He braced for the sound, but was sidetracked by a voice calling out; "Marshall"

He glanced over his shoulder and saw John limping quickly down the road, and as he actually turned to face him he was able to take in more details. Namely, the bruise quickly growing across his face.

It made him wonder what he had gotten involved in since he hadn't been nearby when Valentino fired. He had gone to the warehouse. So based on what he figured earlier, that meant there was something in the warehouse that needed them to be distracted. He let John take a few deep breaths before asking;" What happened?"

John stood up straight and Marshall noticed the pained wince before he responded," I went to check the warehouse out and I ran into this stand guy who seemed to be trying to find something there."

Marshall waited for more info, but quickly became aware that nothing more was going to be said. Part of him wanted to sigh, but there really wasn't a reason to since John hadn't known what was going on with their group. But based on what he said that meant there was definitely something in the warehouse worth distracting them over. A thought blitzed through his mind," What exactly did you notice in the warehouse?"

He was hunting for anything that really stood out in the warehouse. Odds are that whatever Mortis was hiding was something accessible, otherwise there would be no reason to do the distraction. "Just some paintings, drugs, medical equipment, and some crates, there were definitely military ones there."

Marshall paused as his mind ran over all the things John mentioned. Paintings and drugs wouldn't be something that Mortis would waste time on, since the organization had more than enough funds to pay off judges and other agents. If he needed the medical equipment he would have already had it in place considering his obsession with this project. So that left the crates, but why would Mortis focus on the crates. He didn't need any firearms since he had connections that this investigation still hadn't uncovered, and MRE's aren't even wanted by most people in the army. So unless it was something experim-Fuck.

Mortis had to have MK-Ultra. It was the only answer that really made sense in this scenario. Nothing else was nearly as valuable in the eyes of Mortis than the ability to make stands. Well to make stands in forty percent of cases, the rest either died or didn't manifest a stand. Still the fact that something like that was in the hands of Mortis filled him with a general sense of dread.

Of course he was still faced with a dilemma; chase the drugs or hunt down Joy and Seth. It shouldn't be a hard decision, he should just buckle down and go for Joy. But just letting the drug slip away and disappear to some other warehouse for the organization to use didn't sit well with him. His mind bounced back and forth, driving him mad with how indecisive he felt in this situation. He eventually stopped thinking, let out a deep exhale, and in a smooth movement pistol whipped the window of the car.

Glass exploded inward startlingly John for a brief second, but otherwise getting no other reaction. Partially because no alarm went off, something the Marshall figured wouldn't happen given the fact it was probably already a stolen car. He reached over the jagged glass and quickly grabbed the folder that was sitting on the seat.

The folder was likely full of information about the entire group, but that was only part of what he wanted. What he really wanted was the diction and any possible instructions. It should give him an idea of how Mortis intended for the plan to go, and it should give him an idea of how it went wrong.

He started skimming the information, most of it being things pulled from official files and compiled notes based on previous fights. His eyes snagged on some instructions scribbled at the base of one the pages. The sloppy handwriting was an issue, but Marshall was able to decipher enough of it to get a good idea of what the plan was. Apparently Valentino was supposed to make it to the car and head right to a 'security base'.

Obviously Valentino didn't make it to the car, but that raised the question about where and what the security base is. He can easily rule out police stations as a possible location since the nearest one was from the direction of Valentino's roost. So why would you go back to the area you just walked away from. That narrows it down to either a private location, or it was something to do with the industrial park. The private location was tempting to follow, but it didn't make sense to refer to a private location as a security base. Especially considering how Mortis had a tendency to spread out his assets so that if one fell the rest could stand. All that put together led him to believe that the target was somewhere in the industrial park. It made the most sense and was still in the direction Valentino had initially been walking.

Marshall closed the folder and started off down the road, giving a small gesture for John to follow him. They had made it this far by sticking out for each other and he wasn't going to go back on that idea now. So for now the current objective was rescue Joy and then go stop Mortis.

Though hopefully the missing arm would slow him down a bit.

-STAND STATS- 『PROFESSIONAL VICTIM』

User: Iris Jett

Strength: C

Speed: B

Range: D

Durability: A

Precision: A

Potential: A

『PROFESSIONAL VICTIM』is a humanoid stand with no real identifying features aside from a black pair of eyes on the face. It has a tan coloration aside from the black stripes that cross the arms and legs, and a black 'X' across where a mouth should be. It's ability is to channel actions taken against its users into the ground, making it act as some sort of anchor or channel. However the user must be touching the ground and the stand only deals with physical damage. This is because it can't channel emotional or psychological damage as the ground has neither.

Iris Jett is the sister of Jason Jett and is relatively new to Mortis organization. She was a dealer who operated in New York and eventually impeded on his territory. She was caught and was going to be killed, but her brother managed to convince Mortis to spare her provided she got a stand. She was lucky and found herself serving as her brother's assistant. She has a quick temper and a violent temperament that results in her brother having to try to keep her on a leash. Part of that violence is pure instinct but there's no real intelligence behind it, which makes her very easy to outthink and manipulate.