"Okay, run this by me one more time," Daniel said. "Why, exactly, are we here?"

After a bit of confusion in determining Daniel's location, Stan had taken his black truck to pick Daniel up and bring him back to Virginia. It was now early afternoon, and the five of them - Joshua, Hiram, and Daniel, as well as Alexa and Stan - had gathered inside Stan's truck, which was parked on the side of the road in a suburban neighborhood. Two rows of nearly identical houses surrounded them; every so often, a car would slowly pass by, but otherwise the entire block was still and silent. Stan impatiently tapped on the steering wheel, turning to Daniel.

"I don't understand how you can still be confused by this, given the six hours you had to ask me questions," Stan said with a sigh. "Okay. While you were fighting with that slime Stand, the rest of us continued searching that office to find more leads on the Cobalt Order. About half an hour before you called Hiram, I found a pile of these in one of the trash cans." He held up a torn, empty envelope, passing it to Daniel. "What's the first thing you notice about this?"

Daniel held up the envelope, examining it for a second, before responding, "It doesn't say where it's addressed to. There's a return address," he continued, slowly spinning the envelope, "but nothing else." "And yet, it seems to have been delivered," Stan said, "which means that whoever delivered it must be associated with the Cobalt Order. As it happens, I have had an encounter with a message-sending Stand that matches this description perfectly."

Stan pointed to the house across the street. "The return address listed on that envelope is this house, which tells us two things about its occupant. First, that they are the type of person that will buy stationary with their own address already printed on it. And second, that they are a member of the Cobalt Order. They might even be a central figure."

"The person in that house is a goon, I got that," Daniel said, tossing the envelope aside. "What I meant was, why exactly are we all here together? You tried to kill us!" He turned around to Alexa, who was gazing out the car's window disinterestedly. "And I thought you didn't want anything to do with us." "What was that?" Alexa asked, pulling one earbud out of her ear.

"That's enough," Hiram said, lightly swatting the back of Daniel's head. "Mr. Istanbul's attack was a misunderstanding, and he has apologized for it. He also was kind enough to drive out to Ohio and pick you up. Anyway, wasn't it you who said that the more people that can help us fight the better? So stop complaining."

"Fine, fine," Daniel said begrudgingly. "But," he added, pointing to Stan, "don't think I won't be keeping an eye on you." Stan lightly chuckled in response. "Okay, kid. You do that. I just want the same thing you do." "Do you?" Joshua asked. Something that had been bothering him for a while finally came to the surface. "I thought you had warned us to stay away from the Cobalt Order."

Stan chuckled again. "I did, I did. And if you boys had any sense you would listen to me. But it's different for someone like me, who makes it their business hunting Stand-using criminals. The Cobalt Order considers me a threat, so they have made me a target. For them, I must either quit being a Stand hunter, join their Order, or die. For me, none of those options are acceptable, and so the Cobalt Order must fall. Besides, there are a few kids I know who might get themselves killed if they continue running into ambushes without a plan." He was staring pointedly at Daniel by the last sentence, who in turn turned away and muttered something along the lines of "can take care of myself...beat you..." under his breath.

"Let me ask you a question," Stan continued. "You were searching that warehouse for evidence of illegal activity, correct? What exactly were your plans once you had found said evidence?" "Well," Hiram said hesitantly, "It's not like we could just go to the police, right? Even if they believed us, there wouldn't be much they could do against Stand users." "Perhaps," Stan responded. "The thing to realize is, the reason Stand users commit crimes - the reason anyone commits crimes, really - is because they believe they can get away with it. The Cobalt Order is the same: they're a bunch of thugs who have decided that their Stand powers give them the right to do whatever they want. Once they learn they can't get away with their misdeeds, they stop; the job of a Stand hunter like myself is to beat that lesson into their heads."

So, your plan is to beat up each member of the Cobalt Order until they all turn themselves in?" Alexa questioned. "And then hope that they keep their promise?" "It's a bit more complicated than that," Stan answered, "but you'd be surprised how docile a defeated Stand user can be. The more arrogant they are, the more deflated they become when they lose. And organizations exist to monitor such Stand users and make sure they stay out of trouble."

"But that's not the only reason we're here," Joshua said, staring out the window toward the house. "You think this guy might be a central figure in the Cobalt Order?"

Stan shrugged. "It's possible. There were several more envelopes like this one, and it seems unlikely that a regular grunt would be sending so many letters. At the very least, this person will probably know the location of the Cobalt Order's base."

"So what are we waiting for?" Daniel asked, opening the car door. "Let's go over there and bust some heads!" "Hold on, now," Stan said, grabbing Daniel by the collar and pulling him back into the seat. "As we are working together now, we will be doing this the right way. And that means forming a plan. We don't know what sort of Stand ability this person has, after all. There is one advantage we hold, and that is surprise. He may know about our raid on the warehouse, but he can't know we're outside his house right now."

Unfortunately, Stan was wrong. Wilson Woods, the man inside the house, could know they were outside the house right then. In fact, he did know they were outside the house right then, and he was currently freaking out about it.

"Oh, this is bad, this is bad!" he whimpered, pacing the small, cluttered room he called an office. Beside him, a yellowish creature with fuzzy, spindly arms frantically scribbled on a pad of paper. "Why me? Why'd they have to come to me?" Woods whine. "How did they find me? An envelope? My correspondence is meant to be kept secured!" He suddenly stopped in place, bent down, and stared at his yellowish Stand, which was still scribbling furiously. "We can't fight them!" He hissed at his Stand.

His Stand's name was [Subdivisions], and it was an information gathering Stand. All it took was the description of a person, and Subdivisions could write down everything about them: their names, their addresses, even their Stand powers. Though it completely lacked offensive power, Subdivisions' ability had made Woods an invaluable asset of the Cobalt Order. Subdivisions would create files of the Cobalt Order's enemies, and Woods would send them out. Because of him, Cobalt Order operatives always knew who to look out for, as well as any secret abilities their enemies might possess. In exchange, Woods was able to live comfortably without having to work a day in his life.

And now, all of that was about to come crashing down, because he had decided to get fancy with his stationary.

Subdivisions had been updating some of the files when one of them - Hiram McRodes - suddenly had the listed location as being 'outside your house.' Through panic, Woods and Subdivisions quickly determined that there were five Stand users located in the car across the street, all of them enemies of the Cobalt Order who had come to capture him. Woods nervously peeked at the car from behind the window blinds. They were there, all right, and he could recognize them even though he couldn't see them clearly.

The boy with wavy brown hair who was gazing intently at his front door - Joshua Johannson, whose Stand had been awakened by the Cobalt Order only a few weeks ago. Woods sharply turned away from the blinds, pacing the room once again. "Subdivisions," he snapped, "what's going on? Are they about to attack?" The Stand's large eyes blinked as it held up the pad of paper. Not yet, it read, Daniel wants to but Stan is having them come up with a plan first. None of them know your Stand ability. That was the one good thing about the enemies being so close: at this range, Subdivisions could sense their precise locations and intentions. It was still entirely too close for Woods' liking, though. "If I get out of this all of my notes will be sent in blank envelopes," Woods swore. "More than that, I won't even put my notes in an envelope to begin with. Oh, why did this have to happen to me?"

A ringing cell phone shocked Woods out of his monologue, and he desperately dove for it, answering it before it could ring again. "Gary, is that you?" he shouted into the phone. "Are you set up?"

A derisive chuckle came through the phone. "Yep, I'm ready to go," Gary answered. All I need is that information I told you get ready." "Yes, yes!" Woods exclaimed, turning away from the phone. "Subdivisions, show me what you've prepared." He yanked the pad of paper from his Stand's hands, and turned back to the phone. "Where would you like to begin?"

"Let's start with the location of your house. I know generally where it is, but I'll need a precise distance to be accurate," came Gary's reply. "Yes, of course!" Woods said. "My house is - let's see here - exactly 453 meters away from your current position." "All right," Gary said, "I'm putting down the walls now."

Woods peeked outside the blinds again. Everything seemed the same as before, but a faint distortion in the air around his lawn revealed the truth - the invisible, impenetrable walls that now surrounded his house. Gary's Stand was a powerful thing indeed.

"Moving on," Gary said, "what's the location of the enemy?" "They are grouped together in a car directly south of my house," Woods replied, turning his attention back to the pad of paper. "They're about 30 meters away from me." "Excellent. and there are five of them?" "Yes. Remember, these people are the ones who stole the Fragment from us. We need to keep at least one alive until Subdivisions can decipher where they hid it. At the same time, we can't let them get away, and we absolutely cannot let them get to me."

Gary let out another derisive chuckle. "Don't worry. You did the right thing by calling me. Between your information Stand and my [Limelight], there's no way they can win."

"Alright, is everybody listening?" Stan asked. "Here's the plan."

He held up a clipboard. "Alexa, you'll be with me. We're going to approach his house as if we were solicitors, and ring the doorbell. When the Stand user answers, we immobilize them with our Stands. Daniel and Hiram will be behind us; Daniel, if the Stand user doesn't answer the door, you'll use your Stand to search the house for him. Meanwhile, Hiram will have his Stand at the ready to protect us from ambushes."

"Finally, we get to you," Stan said, turning to Joshua. "Joshua, you will sneak around to the back of his house. If he tries to escape out that way, you'll block his exit and capture him. You'll be the only person Hiram's Stand can't protect, so the durability of your Stand will have to be enough."

Joshua nodded. So this is what how a professional Stand hunter works, he thought as he turned his gaze back to the enemy's house. I wonder if he had a similar plan when he fought us? Light from the sun, setting but still high in the sky, glinted through the window; a shape seemed to be forming in the glint, a shape which appeared to be…

"If everything goes to plan, we should have no trouble capturing…" Stan was saying when Joshua jerked back from the window with a gasp. "Everybody get down!" he shouted.

THUMP! Something incredibly heavy-sounding landed on the roof of the car. Joshua raised his head to see a silvery sheen covering the car window. By Hiram's side, Off the Wall had appeared and was pressing its large hands against the roof. There was the briefest moment of complete silence and then -

"Everyone out of the car!" Stan yelled. "Now!"

Joshua didn't need to be told twice. He almost stumbled as he rushed out of the car, Imagine Dragons appearing at his side as he ran across the street. The rest of the group followed suit, spreading out from the car in various directions. When he had put what he had felt to be a safe distance between him and the car, Joshua looked back to see what had crashed onto the roof.

Standing with one leg on the car was a giant figure, about 15 feet tall. The figure was tan and nearly featureless, with a lumpy body and a stubby, misshapen head. A crumbling sound could be heard from its thick neck as it turned its head to face Joshua.

"How could this have happened?" Hiram questioned, a look of shock on his face. "How did they know?"

"Heads up!" Daniel called from the other side of the street. Four more giant figures, identical to the one on the car, fell from the sky. They crashed to the ground around the group, cracking the pavement beneath their feet and sending up clouds of dust and gravel.

"Everyone, on your guard!" Stan yelled. "The Stand user inside has begun an attack!"

-To Be Continued- The Most Dangerous Game (Act 2)

Stand User: Wilson Woods

Stand Name: [Subdivisions]

Power: D

Speed: B

Range: C

Durability: C

Precision: A

Developmental Potential: B

Profile Writing: Subdivisions can create written profiles of people after having been given a picture and/or a description of them. This profile can include names, powers, locations, and personal details. The profiles Subdivisions writes become more precise the closer the subjects are to Subdivisions; at close enough range the profiles can include the inner thoughts and short-term intentions of the subjects.