The bird led Hermes and Giorno to a, relatively small, 2-story warehouse towards the far end of the city.

"Don't park directly at it, park at the next one over," Giorno instructed.

Hermes drove to the neighboring building and parked. Her eyes were fixated on the crow circling their target structure, which had no cars out front. "Huh, this place is smaller than everything else in this area," Hermes observed.

"It's not big enough to be a corporate warehouse, but it's the perfect size to store their product, or use as a hideout." Giorno steeled his gaze on the building, his vengeance was finally here. "Fits right in and avoids any suspicion in this town, but he can't hide from me any longer."

"So did you have a plan?" Hermes asked. "Or are you just gonna bust in there guns blazing?"

"No one in their gang is a Stand user. Sneaking up on him and finishing him will be easy. Still, we don't know if he's in there alone or if they're armed. We need to be quick and quiet."

"I don't really do 'quiet', but I'll follow your lead," Hermes assured.

Giorno scanned the surrounding area, apart from the occasional passing car on the street, there was not a soul around. There was nobody standing outside the hideout, and the other warehouses were too tall to see anyone on the roofs. The only living being besides them was the crow still circling, Giorno made a mental note to himself to turn that crow back to a screw before they left. Giorno waited a few more moments for the coast to be clear and for the grays of the evening to begin hanging over them. "Alright, let's move."

The pair exited the car and Hermes spotted Giorno using Gold Experience on it, changing the car back to the watermelon he'd kept in his bag. Hermes exhaled and slowly looked away, "Really glad I didn't try to eat any of that fruit when I had the chance."

Hermes and Giorno ran towards Wariano's safehouse and found the nearest door. She jiggled the unyielding locked door handle. "I figure knocking the door down isn't part of your plan?"

"Unnecessary." Gold Experience poked the lock on the door and turned it into a centipede. The lockless door gently swayed open with no issue. "No alarms?"

Hermes poked her head in the hideout. "I don't see anyone, but I do see a camera."

"Pointed away from us?"

"Thankfully. It's outta my range though. No more stalling, time to head inside."

The pair slowly make their way into the building. All they see is a decently kept interior with a few functioning light bulbs, boxes and crates stacked along the walls, a couple security cameras, and a single staircase leading up to the 2nd floor. Kiss and Gold Experience easily point the cameras away from ground level.

Hermes turned to her partner. "Should we check what's in these boxes?"

"You can," Giorno glared at the upper level. "All I care about is what's up those stairs."

Hermes grew a devilish grin on her face. Not willing to pass up potential free cash, Hermes broke open the three nearest boxes and crates, only to find nothing but wrapped up bags of drugs. Her eager smile morphed into a scowl of pure disdain. "These would have made a killing at Green Dolphin." Once again, all she could think about was the night her life changed when she ran past the wrong set of lowlifes. "Giorno better make this fucker pay."

Giorno crept up the stairs and found a single door along the wall with light shining out from underneath it. "No guards here either." Giorno was bewildered, things were going too smoothly. He signaled Hermes to follow him and the pair stood outside Wariano's door. "He should be in here."

"Time to get loud?" Hermes shot Giorno a smirk that dripped with confidence.

"We still don't know if he's alone or what weapons they might have, but it shouldn't be anything our Stands can't handle. Time to get loud."

Hermes handed 2 bags of drugs to Kiss and then gave Giorno a wink.

On that signal, Gold Experience kicked the door down. The first thing they saw was Wariano's jacket handler leaning against the wall in the room checking his watch. Before he could even react, Kiss flung a bag of drugs directly at his head like a record setting baseball player. A cloud of cancer dust exploded on impact, and before he could take another breath he was beaned by the second bag, knocking him out cold.

"What the fuck!?" Wariano flung himself off his bed after seeing the drug explosion. He reached for his bedside pistol and aimed it towards Hermes, only for Gold Experience to grab it by the barrel and break it off. Or, as he saw it, his gun ripping in two by an invisible force while the Don of Passione stood before him not moving a muscle.

Hermes dragged the sweater swinger's unconscious concussed body outside the room. "You can stay out here. The adults need to talk."

"Hermes," Giorno spoke up. "Can you close the curtains please?"

Hermes locked the door behind them. She examined the room upon reentry. There were 2 windows, a desk with monitors that had the feed for the now obstructed security cameras, a skateboard beside the desk, a mini fridge, a television, a bed, and one very frightened mobster. Hermes closed the curtains before returning to Giorno's side.

"I…I knew it!" A scrambling Wariano muttered. "I didn't believe the rumors, but I started to after that fucker knocked my bullet off course! That was a perfect shot, but something saved him! Passione is full of freaks! You're all haunted by evil spirits!"

"If that's what you're choosing to call it." Giorno glared down at the cornered Wariano with nothing but loathing in his eyes. "You're about to die. You won't be able to tell anyone."

"How did you find me all the way in the states? When did…" Wariano stopped once he noticed the woman standing beside Giorno and started pointing at her. "You, I remember you! You ran into me earlier! Did you plant something on me!? Is this bitch one of yours!? You Passione trash!"

Hermes rolled her eyes. "Hey, Giorno. I don't want to interfere in your business or anything…"

"Do whatever you want," Giorno's gaze never left his target. "Just don't kill him. I have something for that."

Without wasting another second, Hermes gave Wariano a personal kick to the side of the face. "Not so fun when it's your ass on the chopping block is it!?" Hermes's voice cracked after shouting that. The memories began flooding back. "How's it feel, huh?" Hermes started stomping on Wariano's ribs. "How's it fucking feel!?"

After the fifth stomp, Wariano grabbed Hermes's ankle. Hermes winced in shock while Wariano pulled out his pocket knife as fast as he could. Before he could pierce Hermes's flesh, Kiss kicked Wariano's hand, sending the knife flying across the room, and leaving a surprised Wariano open for another personal kick.

"I think I've had my fill," Hermes declared to her comrade.

"Wha…what the hell are you guys?" A bloodied Wariano uttered.

"You can consider me a delivery man." Giorno used Gold Experience to hold Wariano up by his legs. "You signed your death warrant the day you chose to go after one of my men." Gold Experience poked the wall behind Wariano, growing vines out to hold his upside down body. "I'm here to give you what you signed for. Since you went after my closest friend, you're getting a visit from me personally."

"You're nuts!" The dangling and sloppy Wariano pleaded. "You're still just a kid who's in way over his head! We won't stop coming for you! We're gonna take back Italy and get back to the old ways! Before that old boss of yours stole all our territory!"

"After they see the state I'm about to leave you in. They won't even think about bringing that filth back into Italy."

Giorno reached into his bag and pulled out the tiny blacked-out sandwich bag. Hermes recalled the previous night when she spotted that bag in his fruit bag, her curiosity was piqued.

"Hermes, you might want to step back," Giorno warned. "This is gonna get ugly and gross."

Hermes took a few steps back, but she was very focused on everything in front of her.

Giorno opened the bag and pulled out a single bullet. He held it with Gold Experience, to increase the fear in Wariano, and pressed it against his face. "Do you recognize this?"

"It's a bullet." Wariano spat on the floor. "I've used thousands of em'."

"This is the exact bullet you used to try to kill Guido Mista a month ago."

"Well I'll be damned." Wariano had no choice but to accept whatever hell was coming, but he was gonna try to give Giorno as much of a hard time as he could. "This kid is a little sentimental."

"Have you decided on your last words?"

"EAT A-"

Gold Experience shoved the bullet into Wariano's mouth. "Muda!" Giorno screamed as Gold Experience punched Wariano's mouth. "Muda!" A second punch followed. "Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda!"

The bullet was rapidly punched into Wariano's throat by Gold Experience until it was lodged into it. Once the punching ceased, Gold Experience's ability began its work. The bullet began sprouting roots throughout Wariano's body. Roots and branches began crawling their way out of his skin, and implanting his body to the wall. As his body opened, blood and various other bodily fluids began trickling out the openings, and Wariano's body morphed into more of a tree than a man. The tree spread throughout the entire room, its branches knocking down one of the curtain holders above the window. The odor in the room became putrid as pieces of Wariano's body started simply sliding off of the tree as it disconnected from the rest of him. The only thing resembling Wariano anymore was the remains of his face, mostly intact, but his mouth was forced open with a small indent inside, as if that part of the tree had been hit by a bullet.

Hermes backed up to the wall as soon as the branches forced their way out of Wariano's guts. It took every ounce of willpower inside her not to puke. She'd seen many filthy things during her time in Green Dolphin, but an execution of this caliber trumped everything. She tried staring at the ground and covering her mouth, but the smell was inescapable. "I think I need a shower."

"I'm sorry you had to see this," Giorno said, his eyes still fixated on his portrait. "My life can get really ugly, but this is a message. This is what they need to think about if they ever come after someone I care about."

Giorno's words echoed in Hermes's mind again. Going to unbelievable lengths just to avenge someone will never fail to speak to her. "You don't have to say you're sorry, but I'm pretty sure I'm ready to go home now."

Giorno took one last look before turning away from the rotting tree of Wariano Grande. "You're right, the job is done." Giorno took a few steps towards Hermes, and didn't realize he walked in front of the window. "It's starting to get late. We can find another hotel for the night then call the Speedwagon Foundation in the mo-"

Hermes finally looked up to listen to Giorno, only for her to spot a red dot steadying on the side of Giorno's head. "Giorno, get down!" She screamed. Hermes charged forward and tackled Giorno right as a loud gunshot echoed throughout the silent streets. Before she could hit the ground, a sniper bullet dashed through the window and pierced her through both sides of her mouth. "AGH! FUCK!"

"Hermes!" Giorno returned to his feet as fast as he could and leaned over the bleeding Hermes.

Hermes didn't even notice Giorno's concern. Despite the pain, her mind was laser focused on finishing this job. She summoned Kiss and placed a sticker on Wariano's mattress. Kiss picked up one mattress and held it against the open window. Giorno immediately figured out her plan and grabbed the copied mattress with Gold Experience. A second shot is fired, but this time it was absorbed by the mattress Gold Experience held against the other window.

"I can repair the cartilage in your cheek!" Giorno scrambled. "Just let me look for-"

"Later!" Hermes stopped Giorno in his tracks. "I can hold the bleeding for a little bit at least. Just find whatever fucker is still out there!"

Hermes's determination forced Giorno's focus back on track. He looked at the broken window, then at Hermes's wound. The bullet entered at a higher point in her face than when it exited. "They shot down at us." Giorno moved his mattress and looked up at the next door building with Gold Experience. "They're on the roof!" Giorno's eyes frantically scanned the entire room. "Shit, how can I get up there before he escapes?"

"The roof?" Hermes muttered amongst her spilling blood. "I have an idea. Do you have anything you can hold on to? Something light?"

Giorno looked around the tree filled room and the first thing he noticed was the skateboard leaned against the desk. He grabbed it and brought it to Hermes.

Kiss placed a sticker onto the skateboard, creating its copy. Hermes handed the original board to Giorno. "Throw this as hard as you can with your Stand. Get it over the roof. Hold on tight to the copy, and when you pull the sticker it'll send you up after it."

No time to comment, Giorno simply gave Hermes an assuring nod before heading towards the window.

"Giorno!" Hermes said while leaking blood.

Giorno turned to face Hermes again.

"Promise me that you won't let any innocent people see you."

Giorno had no time to process the request, nor any time to wonder why she'd ask that. He just knew she spoke with earnest determination, and she meant everything with that plea. "I promise."

Gold Experience moved the mattress completely out of the way and flung the original skateboard over the top of the next door building. While it soared above, it momentarily distracted the shooter, and Giorno leaned out of the window. Holding onto the truck of the skateboard, Giorno removed the sticker off the copy. Like clockwork, the copy flew into the air, while Giorno held on for dear life. Once the copy made it over the roof, Giorno let go, and spotted the same blonde haired man from Wariano's entourage, seated next to a sniper rifle.

Giorno landed on the roof with a tumble, while a confused hitman scrambled for his sidearm. The combination of flying through the air and rolling on the roof put too much strain on his hair ties and broke them, letting his blonde locks flow in the wind. Once Giorno made it to his feet, Gold Experience already had a grip on the man's gun.

The man felt an invisible force with unrivaled strength pull his gun away from him, grab him by the wrist, and keep him still. "What!? What the hell is this!? What's wrong with these Passione guys!?"

"There's nothing worth saying to you that I didn't just say to your superior." Giorno barely even looked at the man while he walked past him and picked up his sniper rifle. He looked over the area, nightfall finally arrived, none of the nearby buildings had lights on, and no one street level was close enough to see them clearly on the roof. "Repeating myself would be useless. Although…" Gold Experience elbowed the blonde man in the face before touching the rifle and turning it into a scorpion. "After what you just did, I'm going to make sure this hurts."

Giorno had the eyes of a bloodthirsty monster. Gold Experience forced the man's mouth open and Giorno shoved the scorpion inside. Gold Experience covered the man's mouth so the scorpion could sting away at the man's insides while he frantically tried to release muffled cries. The cries couldn't have fallen on more deaf ears. "Muda!" Gold Experience delivers a furious right hook to the man's jaw. The man fell to the floor while the scorpion began to turn back into the rifle. One end came out of the side of the face, while the barrel extended out the other side. The handles pierced through from the inside of his throat, while the top of the gun obliterated his nose. It didn't quite reach his brain, but the bottom half of his skull was no more, which was more than enough to put the fear of God into whoever would have to clean this mess. "I think that makes you even for what you did to her face."

Wasting no more time, Giorno rushed to the nearest fire escape to return to Hermes. He made his way to the bottom of the building and ran back to the hideout as quickly as he could. Running back to Wariano's room, he saw the jacket handler still knocked out on the cold concrete warehouse floor, as well as the same crow who made it inside through the broken window. He made good on his word and turned the crow back into the broken screw on his way back to Hermes. He flung the door open and saw Hermes slumped on the ground, a few puddles of blood surrounding her. "Hermes!" Giorno quickly started grabbing any small object he could find to make cartilage with.

Hermes's eyes were closed, and her breathing was incredibly weak.

Giorno sat Hermes up with his arms and started repairing the holes in her face with Gold Experience. After all the years with Mista, Giorno was a maestro at fixing bullet wounds. He still felt life within her. "You're gonna be okay, Hermes. Wake up. C'mon."

Hermes clenched her shut eyes and slightly moved her head. Her breathing stabilized slightly, and she slowly opened one of her eyes. "G-Giorno? Wha-OUCH!" Her hands immediately flew to grip her jaw. "My face hurts like a motherfucker! But…" She starts rubbing her cheeks, and despite the brutal sting, they felt normal. "You did this?"

Giorno released a sigh of relief seeing Hermes back to normal, ever grateful for his Stand ability. However, before he could say anything else, they were both interrupted by the sound of police sirens sneaking up on their eardrums.