In Bocca Al Lupo

19- Gone feral at Pompeii

Back at the hideout again, I jumped out of the car first chance I got, breathing a loud sigh as I did. The others were sprawled out around the entrance, seemingly having waited for the two of us to come back. About to wander over, I noticed Trish observing us from above, window open and leaning on her elbows boredly.

"Did everything go well?" Giorno's question made me jump, a small squeak escaping me. Turning around, I gave him a small pout before nodding.

"It went," I paused, "Well, it was mostly good."

"(Name), what do you mean by mostly?" Turning back to face Bruno, I glanced over at Narancia and saw the grimace on his face.

Deciding to spare him the spotlight of shame with Formaggio being nosy, I took one for the team, "Yeah some asshole thought it'd be funny to, like, peek through the stuff we bought, right? So Narcy beat his ass, and then I had to pull him off and talk to the guy. I mean, hey, he did leave."

"Great job," Abbacchio's sarcasm was very much present, though vanished when he turned to Bruno, "Bucciarati, you know the bad feeling this orchard gave me? It got worse. We should get out of here while we still can."

Bruno seemed to take Abbacchio's concerns seriously after hearing my report, "But... how would we relocate? If that guy was snooping around, he might've been part of a team. If that's the case, then he was deliberately targeting Narancia and (Name), so it'd be safe to assume they know our faces. Leaving through a dock, train, or plane is out of the question."

"Oh, especially a plane!" I chimed, earning a look from Fugo, wordlessly pleading with me to be serious. I shrugged, then decided to paint my case about the plane, "If we got onto the plane, by the time we found out people were trying to attack us we'd probably die."

Fugo considered and nodded slowly, Bruno turning to me, "That's absolutely right. The danger only increases with the Boss' daughter in our care."

Noticing Trish shuffle uncomfortably from up above, I decided to correct Bruno, "Trish, you mean."

A bit caught off guard, Bruno did a small double take, eyes transfixed on me for a second. After a moment, he corrected himself, "Right.. the danger would only increase with Trish in our care."

"I don't think we have any more time for discussion," Fugo cut in, looking rather stressed, "We should move to a new hideout right away. Even after all the precautions we had taken, they found Narancia and (Name) easily. If what (Name) said was true, then Narancia attacked one of them. They'll definitely be after us now, and it's a safe assumption they know what all of us look like- with Giorno being an exception."

Narancia's guilt over tackling Formaggio seemed to increase with the thought of putting himself and the rest of us in more danger, Narancia taking a seat down in the dirt and reaching up to knot his hands into his hair.

"I think that they handled it rather well," Giorno's words caught Narancia's attention, "Given the situation and what the provoker had been doing, Narancia didn't do anything wrong."

Looking away from Narancia, Giorno focused on Bruno and continued, "And... another assumption we can make is that the enemy knows Bucciarati's the one keeping watch over Trish. The Boss is bound to direct us on where to go. I believe we should stay here until further contact."

"Nobody asked for your opinion, Giorno! Know your place!" Abbacchio shouted, standing up straight and giving Giorno a mean look.

Hearing a metallic noise from behind, I looked behind to see Mista crawling around in the Passione rental van. Wondering what he was up to, my attention was snapped onto Abbacchio as he gripped Giorno's chin between his thumb and the rest of his hand, lifting his face up. Giorno stared straight ahead, uncaring.