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[Bocaj]

Still somewhat shocked and disoriented, Jonah sat up right. A few drops of water dripped from his bangs onto his knees, as he looked over, and noticed how calm Mordred was acting, for once. Typically, the other private would be steaming with anger, shouting already- almost spitting. Another small little... thing that got under Jonah's skin. Not just Mordred, but people in general. Why did they have to spit at times? It was so disquieting, so..dirty.. The thought alone could cause him to shutter.

He wanted to offer some something to the other, as a response to his words. But, he didn't know what. Instead, he moved onto the first statement. "What I recall,I got shot. Then I heard another round go off. " The Young Joestar tried to think back onto that night, but his memory was hazy at best. Everything went so dark, so fast. As he thought, his hands slid up his shirt, testing and searching for anything. No bandages, no scars, nothing that would hint at a shot actually hitting the young man. Still..there was nothing. Nothing at all.
"I don't feel anything,..it just feel like we took a long nap.." Jonah murmured, his eyes glancing back over towards Mordred, before towards the two front doors. Outside the building, through the windows, Malik alongside MacMillan could be seen. Both men, appearing to be in some sort of discussion/debate.

 

[Moonlessite]

"That other round went straight through my shoulder. Thought it went through my heart at first," Mordred answered. "Sure felt that way. God damn, felt like I was actually dyin', too. Everythin' went so fast, I didn't even have time to think."

It was still a shock. He couldn't believe what had happened. And that nurse... she acted like she didn't even know what they were talking about. Or maybe she didn't actually know? Malik didn't even tell them, either. He just let that man do what he wanted. Maybe he knew him? There were too many questions going through his head, and it was far too much for his tired mind. Something was going on, and it frustrated him that he didn't even have an inkling of what was going on. What else could they do but rest? Another sigh left him, and he sunk further into his bed. He watched the ceiling for a few moments longer before turning back to Jojo.

"A nap that felt a lot like death. Hell..." he paused for a moment. "It wasn't really a nice feelin', ya know. I've heard it feels a lot like goin' to sleep, but that sleep was heavy and I woke up feelin' like I had a killer hangover." Another pause. "Do... what do ya think they're gonna do with us? Malik didn't look too happy..."

 

[Bocaj]

Jonah’s eyes tensed.

Not only did Malik not seem happy, he seemed...upset. Genuinely. Not like when a private or two were misbeaving or disobeying orders. Somethihg had gotten under his skin. But what? The Sergeant didn’t bother to linger in the room with the two, supposedly injured men. He left, with some British man, that the Joestar had no idea who it was. He had no idea what was happening in general, if he was being honest with himself.
“Don’t know...you think they might experiment on us..?” Rumors had it, that some factions of the German army were working on human modifications andd such. Perhaps, whatever happened to Jonah and Mordred would prompt the US to do the same. Maybe they’d just go back to finishing their training.

But..that’s when it hit the young Joestar.
”Wait...! You said..we were out for a week?” Jonah questioned. “Last monday...marked the last week of training..” Swallowing, he looked to his fellow private. “Did everyone else already get shipped off?” His voice was quiet.An army base was never empty- new recruites and volunteers would always show up- even more so during a war. But, the platton they had both trained together with..was gone.

Just then, the doors opened. Leading through them once more,was Captain MacMillan. Rolling up something, some paper it seemed, he faced the two. Malik and two military police soliders follwed behind. A tension between thefour was clear, but nothing spoke.

”Alright boys, pack your things. We’re leaving.” Tobias annoucned, as a new cigar was tugged from a small box in his left breast pocket. In the right, was a small black sketch book.

 

[Moonlessite]

Experimentation? That made Mordred's blood run cold. How could they experiment on them? It wasn't like they got hit by some sort of chemical, or whatever. It didn't feel that way. No, they'd just gotten shot at. No chemicals, no tranquilizers, nothing special about the bullet that they were hit with-- at least, that's what he thought. "Nah, they can't, we're just privates... there isn't anythin' to experiment on."

Jojo's surprise sent another chill through him. Wait... was training really over? They... slept right through everything? Their goodbyes? The farewells? Kelly, Lawson, Patrick... they were all gone? Mordred was silent for a moment. No wonder why everything was so quiet. Why there weren't any other soldiers on the bunks. He slammed his fist into his bed, enraged. "Shit! All of that for nothin'?!" Snarling, he wanted to punch, kick, yell in anger. But he didn't have the energy. Before he could say anything else, Malik and the British man came back, this time with soldiers at their flank.

"Excuse me? Where are we goin', exactly?" Mord sneered up at him.

 

[Bocaj]

It was easy to understand his frustration, hell even Jonah wanted to hit something. Brotherhood, and every connection he had made, just moved on without him and Mordred. It was like a sick joke. Something just didn’t want the pair to go onward. Maybe Fate had seemed the two unworhty, due to the tension bewteen them, and allowed those around them to go serve, why they lingered behind.
Though, the young Joestar didn’t want to belive that. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. Part of him, and Jonah realized how impossible of a thoguht it was, still wanted to see his brother Jacob ont he front lines, working besides him. No matter how hard that was going to be, he still wanted that to be reality.

When the man returned, Jonah flinched at the sight of the horribly worn out cigar box. It looked as if it was dropped through mud and stomped on multiple times by different soliders. But, the british man still shoved the butt into his mouth and with the flick of his lighter, took a huff.

“The War.” MacMillan explained, pulling the cigar to the side, and spiking a brow. “That’s what soliders train for, right? Or do you two have bullocks for brains?” He scoffed.

Jonah blinked, and looked over at Mordred in shock before looking back to the man. “Y-you mean it..!?”

”I’m not asking twice, get your shit and report out by the jeep in the next ten minutes.” MacMillan scoffed again, turning on his heel.

 

[Moonlessite]

They were going to the War? Mordred felt a slight amount of relief. They were actually going to catch up with the rest? So their time really wasn't wasted! He let out a sigh of relief as his temper deflated. They had to get their stuff and meet the man at the jeep outside, though. Mordred still felt tired from the long sleep and somewhat fatigued as well. Even then, he got up from his bunk and attempted to stay on his feet. Oof, he was still a little wobbly. At least he didn't think he was going to fall.

"Guess we gotta pack up real quick." Mordred muttered before the nurse gave him a fresh uniform. "'m sure the man'll leave us behind if we're not there on time. "

The two young men were quick to pack up whatever they needed: clothing, personal items, and other such things. Mordred simply crammed everything he could into a rucksack. He didn't care if it'd be wrinkled, they were in a hurry! On the ten minute mark, they were running out of the base and up to the Jeep MacMillan was in. What surprised Mordred was that someone else was there with him. A long-haired Asian man was behind the wheel, his face serious and his dark violet eyes glancing both of them over. Like the older man, he looked far from friendly.

"Who is that?" Mordred muttered to Jojo as they slipped into the back seat.

 

[Bocaj]

“His Name is Mori Mariko. I like calling him Mark.”
MacMillan stood before the jeep, huffing away at the cigar; while Jonah was a bit behind as he took his sweet time packign everything he needed ina proper and oflded way that nothing was cramped into, or out place. A proper bag was still very important to the young man.Going to war, he had ot be properly prepared.

“He’s not much of a talker either, “ The British Captain explained, as he glanced over. The Young Joestar in the distance hauling as fast as he could to attempt to catch up to the others. Taking the cigar out of his mouth, Tobias looked as Jonah stopped besides Mordred, exhaling a bit heavily as he looked up.

“Sorry about the wait, sir,!”!

“That’s Captain. From this point on, that’s what you two shall refer to me as, given my rank.” Tobias slid the cigar into the corner of his mouth. “LIsten up, what you two are joining is a conjoined operation. The Prime Minister and your President agreed to this, as well as the Russian leader. We’re under the books too. There’s no offical record of what we are doing, if we run into any Ally forced along the way,we don’t explain anything to them. We have our own orders.” MacMillan laid the rules down,another puff releasing from his mouth into Jonah- the young Joestar swipping at it.
”We‘re picking up someone else too. “ Tobias stated, and turned back to the jeep. Taking the spot next to Mori, Tobias waved the two privates onward.

 

[Moonlessite]

Mori Makino. That name wasn't very familiar to him. Like he expected, it sounded Asian. Japanese? Mordred frowned, glaring at the back of "Mark's" head. He hadn't even turned to say hello. So much for talking... "And you're lettin' a Jap drive us to wherever we're goin'?" Mordred whined as Jojo caught up with him. Always fashionably late, he supposed. He shifted from side to side, listening to what Captain had to say. They were to join an operation, approved by the Prime Minister and President themselves? His blood ran cold. Not even the other soldiers knew about this..? But we're only privates... out of training! What in God's name did we sign up for..?

He climbed into the Jeep, oddly silent as he thought things over. When Jojo got in next to him, Mark put the Jeep into drive and steered it towards a certain direction. "Si... I mean, Captain... why us, exactly? We didn't do nothin' special... and there ain't nothin' special about us either. Specially about Jojo over here," he motioned to the man next to him. "Shouldn't more experienced soldiers go on this mission?"

 

[Bocaj]

“H-hey!”
Jonah sighed, as he was bluntly insulted before their new Captain, and the driver. “There’s plenty special about me!” A slight color warmed around his cheeks, as he felt the need to sell himself. “I have a Star shaped birth mark. I’m a good shot! Always up early...and-!”

“That’s enough.”
MacMillan turned over his shoulder and looked at the two. “Look, I get it. I was like you two once: Fresh boots. Clean face. Right out of basic. Thrown into something huge. It’s bullocks, but we have to do what’s needed of us. To answer your question, loud mouth,” he directed his gaze to Mordred, “Yes. I wish I had more experienced soldiers to work. But, us four. We’re the only ones we are aware of. So, this mission falls on our shoulders.”
There was a sense of somber ness to his words, as his dark eyes glanced away for a moment. As if he had wished things weren’t this way. “We gotta do what’s needed of us. That’s what soldiers do.”

Swallowing, Jonah looked over to Mord. What did MacMillan mean? The only four? Four what?

 

[Moonlessite]

A scoff left Mordred at Jojo's protest, albeit it was more light-hearted than anything. "Ooh, look at me! I'm Jojo! I have a star-mark on my shoulder and--"

Captain's remark silenced him rather quickly, and once again the Jeep was overwhelmed by a heavy emotion. Even Mark watched them from the rear-view mirror, his dark gaze filled with something between curiosity, pity, and seriousness. Mordred listened attentively, his expression losing all of its mischief. He returned Jojo's look, suddenly even more worried than before. Four people? There were four people in that Jeep at the moment. They were the only ones, but the only ones with what? He was so confused, but somehow, someway, he was beginning to understand.

"We're the only four?" Mordred asked. "Four what? How are we like you? We're just two green soldiers and you're a captain and the other guy's a Jap. I don't see any similarities..."

 

[Bocaj]

“Not yet. Yours hasn’t fully be unleashed yet. But I can seee it spawning. Both of you.” MacMillan turned back around and nodded. “Pull over, Mark. Just for a minute, they want a demonstration. “ he ordered and waited for the Jeep to turn. Jonah held onto the side as it did, with the rather reckless right run onto a patch of open field from the road. MacMillan let out another huff of smoke, before leaping onto the grass.
“When it first happened, my partner Price was affected too. However, Jon’s not here anymore. Everything I know about us, is credited to him.” MacMillan explained. “Only people like us can see it, on others. I say four, but that’s the four we are for certain exist.” He crosses both arms, and smirked.

“Papa Roach!”
MacMillan announced, as a blue flowing mist like aura emitted from behind him. Soon, a figure, a phantom appeared. Standing taller than the captain, it’s skin appeared all metallic. A dark black shade. It’s appeared more Skelton like than one might have hoped. No skin, just black bone with a metallic shine. nstead of hands however, it had two barrels for arms. It stood, with dark crimson eyes behind the man.

At the sight, Jonah stumbled out of the Jeep. Wide eyed like a child going somewhere for the first time. However, this was due to fear, rather than excitement. “W-what in the world?!”

Stand name:
Papa Roach.

Ability: with its two arm barrels can ignite anything touched within a one meter radius. The flames can last up as long the target remains within the one meter. Once they start to distance from Papa Roach, the flames slowly die out.

 

[Moonlessite]

Mordred was surprised to see that Captain wanted them to pull over. Whatever MacMillan wanted to show them, they had to stop? What in the world could it be? Once again, he remained gravely silent, growing more apprehensive by the minute as he listened. When the Captain stopped explaining, he suddenly shouted. And, at his word, a... thing appeared. His apprehension turned into shock, then fear. He couldn't help but tremble. That apparition... what was it? A ghost? A monster? "W-wh-what..?!" he cried out, his eyes wide as he clung to the side of the Jeep. He turned to Mark, who seemed as lax as ever. It was like the terrifying sight didn't even bother him. "What is that?!"

"A Stand," Mori finally spoke.

Mordred glanced at him. "What the hell does that mean?!"

Mori shrugged, then motioned to MacMillan. His silence pissed Mordred off. And yet, the absolute fear and confusion he felt overwelmed him. "How does it not hurt you?! It looks absolutely demonic!"

 

[Bocaj]

“Its called, a Stand. Or, that is the name given to such.”

MacMillan, crossed his arms, and slowly the Skeleton like phantom faded from sight. “Its a mixture of a lot of things, but in short terms, a manifestation of one’s spirtual and fighting energy. “ The Captain stated, as if it was something normal for someone to come across. “I don’t know all the ins and outs, there’s not enough information on this yet. You two, Mark, and Myself are the only known users, that the Allies have. We all have recieved this, from the same method-“

”The gun shot...” Jonah finished the thought, his eyes glancing over to Mordred for a second, before back to Tobias.

“Excatly. We have no idea what this guy has, to cause this. All we know, he has somehow been all over the world, firing that pistol at people. He is somehow moving faster than anything seen before. He was able to shoot you two here in Georgie, and than be seen in France just a day later.” A sigh fell.
“That’s our mission boys, we’re seareching for this criminal. Some believe, its a German. Working on some super solider trails, to give them an edge in the war. Whatever you might think, it doesn’t matter. We’re going on a man hunter.” If this person was even a man.

Jonah stood straight up, after a moment of collecting his thoughts. So, he and Fustang would have...Stands? Would they look as demonic as ‘Papa Roach’? What could they do really? Mori seemed to know about it, perhaps like the Captain Said, he had one as well. “A man hunt? But, isn’t there more important things to be doing, during a war?

MacMillan looked over, as he started back towards the jeep. Stopping, he looked directed to Jonah. “Joestar, was it?”

“Sir?”

”If this is one of the German’s ways of attempting to boost the soliders in the way, why wouldn’t we want to stop them? A whole army of Stand Users? Trust me, we’d loss in minutes.” His voice firm, and without tone hinting at anything else.

 

[Moonlessite]

So they were called Stands. MacMillan's explanation sounded vastly paranormal, but Mordred knew what he saw. He was still stunned, his mouth partially open as he stared at the Captain. So all four of them had Stands. Even Jonah? Even him? He looked down at himself before he glanced at Jojo. So that was that weird bullet... no wonder why they were out for a week.

And that was why they were going on a manhunt. Mordred felt tired, faint. Imagine, someone cutting through a whole army. Guns and bombs and missiles wouldn't be able to do anything against them. Everyone would die if they didn't do anything.

"I don't even know what to say," Mordred's voice was quiet, soft. He was still in shock. "Are we even going to be able to live through this..?"

 

[Bocaj]

“Boy, “
MacMillan looked back, picking the cigar from his mouth, “follow my orders, and keep on your toes? You’ll go home.That’s what the man who lead me into battle years ago said, and I stand by it.” A rather confidant smirk came across his lips, before re-entering the jeep.

_______

Oddly enough though, instead of aiming for some military based Airport, to get on a more suited plane and head off-maybe to France, as MacMillan seemed to suggest, Jonah watched as they were drove into the heart of Alanta City. Stopping at the air port there, the four grabbed what they needed and entered- being military did give them more access without the need to be constantly stopped along the way. Though, they stopped once they had reached a terminal and the Captain seemed not to see someone he had expected.

”Where the hell is she?” Tobias turned to Mori, not expecting an answer to come from the man, tugging his seleve up and checking the time. “We gave her three hours, that was more than plenty. She better not have botched anything up.”

Jonah, with his bag on his back, holster already at his side, couldn’t help but wonder on what his Stand could be like. MacMillan’s was terrfying, to say the least. He constantly looked over, both to Mori and MacMillan-trying to see what the Captain had seen on the two privates.

 

[Moonlessite]

As he stood there with MacMillan, Mori, and Jojo, Mordred couldn't help but think of what the Captain had told him. Mordred had been trained to take aim at an enemy soldier and shoot, and all of a sudden these two people said that he would be doing nothing of the sort. Instead, he had a literal demon, or spirit, or angel-- whatever they wanted to call it --attached to him. He wondered what it would look like. He hoped it wasn't as frightening looking as MacMillan's. With his bag on his back, he shifted from side to side. That was when he realized something.

"Oi, Jojo," he nudged the boy next to him as he whispered. "Aren't they waitin' for a girl? An actual girl?" The thought thrilled him. When was the last time he was able to interact with a girl, other than the base's nurses? Mord found himself grinning goofily, suddenly more peppy than before.

Mori on the other hand was silent, but looked just as bothered as MacMillan. His height served as an advantage, as he was able to peer over the crowds in search of their quarry. He squinted, trying to see if he could see someone, anyone, that looked like the girl they were waiting for. After a moment, he turned to MacMillan, frowning and shaking his head.

 

[Bocaj]

“Er..!”
MacMillan grinned his teeth. “Dammit! We’re short on time as it is! Ulyana better hurry her ass!” The captain groaned, stomping a few steps ahead. At that, Jonah turned back to Mordred.

“H-he did! Ulyana!” The young Joestart repeated.So there was to be a fifth member of this team? The Captain had only mentioned four people, with the ability to use a Stand- whcih they didn’t fully understand yet. So,was this fifth not able to? Then, what was the importance of this woman? Perhaps MacMillan’s wife? But, he didn’t wear a ring. No rings at all, in general for the older man.
Before Jonah could ponder thought futher, a voice called out.

“Привет! Капитан! (Hey, Captain!) “ A thick accent, called out, as a woman- sporting an all white trench coat, covering whatever she had on under, along with a whool fur hat keeping rather vibrant natural blond hair covered, was approaching. Her bark blue eyes stayed ahead, as she didn’t wave, only called out.

Ulyana Baramzina.
Age, 36. Born, 1905.
Birth place, Lenigard, Russia.
Growing up with famers as her parents, Ulyana learned early on that she was gifted with a special ability. In fact, one in veery one thousand people could actual use this ability. Known simple as the Ripple, or as some refer to it, as Hamon. Life Energy. Early on in her life, this became a rather useful tool, while working in the field with her parents and brothers. However, when the war started to move towards her home, she quickly fled- in hopes of catching up with her old friend, Tobias MacMillan.

The two share a history, encountering one another after the first World War.
She hates colorful things. Perfering to wear simple one color outfits. Along with this, she also despises smoking, and anything that is damaging to one’s health.
Her hobbies include meditation, cleaning and polishing her sniper rifle, and traveling. She also shares a secert love of fashion, more so from the West, as her home was not to big ont he topic.

As she stopped,she glanced to Mordred and Jonah, before shaking her chin. Her attention turned to the Captain Approaching.MacMillan attempted a hug, but was stopped by a hand. Digging into his pocket Ulyana tugged he box of cigars out.
“В самом деле? Все еще курите?” (Really, still smoking?)

MacMillan sighed. “Не так много в день” (Not as many a day..) Showing he knew some Russian!

 

[Moonlessite]

Just as they expected, a woman approached them. But she was an older woman, probably more than five years older than both of them. Mordred didn't expect her to look like that-- classy, lady-like. Maybe she was Captain's girlfriend or something. They sure seemed close, after all. In fact, the three of them seemed rather close, whatwith Mori's reaction to her appearance as well. All of a sudden, he felt somewhat out of place. Were they the only two news ones to the group? He shuffled his feet, turning to look at Jojo with a frown. "These people are so much older than we are," he grumbled, bitter that they were akin to children in their midst. He was only nineteen, and Jojo was only slightly older or younger than he was. Not only was he upset about that, but also about the fact he didn't know what the two were talking about. They were speaking some sort of foreign language-- probably Polish, or German? "I don't like this."

Mori was relishing in the joyous reunion when he motioned towards Jonah and Mordred. He more or less knew Ulyana, so she was used to his quiet behavior. After he motioned, he shook his head and made a face akin to disgust or disappointment.

"Hey! Wha's that supposed to mean?" Mordred was insulted by the action as he huffed, a blush reddening his face.

 

[Bocaj]

“We are just kids to them..” Jonah commented, as he watched the small, he guessed reuion. MacMillan took back the box of cigars, carefully placing it back in his pocket, as the woman spiked a brow at something he said. The two shared a laugh, before Mori entered the mix. Still, he didn’t say anything, and Jonah wanted to say he just didn’t talk around them, but he kept a quiet persona there too. “They might have some real experience in war though..I think we ought to listen for now.” He suggested to Mordred.

Chuckling, MacMillan looked over.
“He said you two haven’t seen combat yet, “ The captain suggested; whcih, wasn’t a lie. They were still privates, and that could be seen miles aweay. The woman started to pace over, with a calm step. Stopping betwee the two. Her sapphire eyes shot between both privates, with a firm stare.

Jojo didn’t move, but was cuatious.
“They have it, “ She spoke, her accent lingering in her enlgish as well, “you were right about that, Tobias.” Her eyes shifted to the Captain- who had a wide grin.

”I wouldn’t have watsed all this time flying here, if they weren’t the real deal.With them, we’re four Stands. “ He explained, and to the Ulyana nodded. Her mouth murmuring,

“For now..”

 

[Moonlessite]

Mordred gave a little huff, annoyed that Jojo was intent on standing by for now. He crossed his arms as he gave the three older people a sideways glare, bristling when he heard the woman and the Captain laugh about something. They were even dissed by the guy that didn't even talk. He became more and more flustered, until the Captain told them that Mori was making fun of them for being inexperienced. Could they really blame them? They were just kids! All they were taught how to do was run around, shoot at the enemy, and hope they wouldn't die. But what Ulyana said caught his attention.

"Wait, what do you mean for now? There's a chance that there might be more?"

Mori turned to them again, frowning. Had MacMillan not told them everything? About how they would be facing people like them?

Noticing the look, Mord turned to Captain and then Jojo again. The uncertainty in the Asian man's features diminished his confidence even further. "How many more do you think there are?" he asserted. "Can you at least tell us that?"

 

[Bocaj]

“I meant,” Ulyasa turned to Mordred, ‘that your stands weren’t fully developed yet. I don’t have one myself, but I can not only see them, but sense them too.” Perks of using Hamon, really. Stands, in that regard, thanks to her knowledge, were based off of life energy as well. Or, to the very least, partily were.

MacMillan did huff though.The likely hood of others, those working for the Axis powers having abilites was very likely- hafl the reason they were hunting one man. A man, who no doubt have a Stand of his own, shooting people and Giving them the same type of abilities. “How many I think there could be? “ He repeated. Out of the Ally Powers, the four were all together right now. Price had passed away, if he was still around, they would had five.
“More than us, already.” The captain sighed. “More reason we need to find this shooter, and bring him in. I was briefed on why you and Jojo here, “he seemed to adaopt the nickname used for Jonah, “were shot. Looking for another private. He was never found.”

 

[Moonlessite]

Mordred dug his fingers into his elbows, shuffling his feet as they answered his question. But what caught his attention was MacMillan's reply, in which he stated that there were more than four of them. Could the shooter be making enemies to prevent them from reaching their goal? The thought made him nervous. He was usually a very gun-ho person, delving straight into fights whenever he had the chance. But if they relied on using their Stands to fight, then he couldn't say he was as confident as before. He still didn't even know what his Stand looked like, much less what it did. He didn't know what Jojo's, MacMillan's, or Mori's did, either, so what if he got himself into something that none of them could handle?

"Patrick wasn't found?" That made Mord perk up. Once again, he looked to Jojo, frowning and feeling more apprehensive than before. "Where could he have gone?"

Mori shrugged, which made Mordred scoff. Of course they didn't have an answer. That was a stupid question.

"Where are we headed to now?" he asked rather quickly. "I'm kinda hungry..."

 

[Bocaj]

The next destination was a small town outside Pari: where the shoot had last been seen. Britsh intellgence units had noted this a few days ago; though not premitted to act upon it, in any shape. With premission the small group would travel by plane- with food and a restroom on board for their travlers, along with a small array of firearms and equipment, for their manhunt.

Once unboard, a pilot of the name, James Speedwagon was waiting for them. Despite only being Twenty-four, due to his excellent flyinh skills, the US government had appointed him their personal pilot. He was to travel alongside the small band, taking them whever they needed to go.
The interionr of the plane, was unlike any that Mordred of Jojo had trained in, while at Basic. Inside, very much like a small commerical flight, there were multiple rows of seats. Small over-head cabins to store anything, while the bathroom was located in the back.

“Welcome aboard, “the pilot showed himself, wearing a simple uniform. His platinum blond pushed back, while a clean face existed under. He had an accent,nothing too forgein like Ulyasa, Jojo noted. Jonah was the first to offer a hand to the man, which was met with a firm grip.
“We’ll be in the sky in a few moments, so if everyone will relax and take a seat, we’ll be on our way.”

 

[Bocaj]

(I guess, To Be Continued.....)