You decide to take the man, (Gunsmoke, he later tells you his name is) with you, and in exchange, learn where his boss is. If you have to meet this guy, then you want it to be on your terms. Maybe if you have Gunsmoke as a bargaining chip, things will go easier.
You don't put Gunsmoke back together, of course. He might attack you if you do. Ignoring his begging and pleading, you chop his whole body up into small cubes and load them into your bags, keeping his head in one piece as a hood ornament on your bike.
"You know you're a dead man, right?" Gunsmoke chatters on. "The boss is a dangerous man even without that Stand of his. He rules these parts, and some kid from bumfuck nowhere ain't gonna change that."
"We'll see." you reply, trying to sound and look way more confident than you actually are. "I have plans and places to be. I can't let this guy get in my way."
With Gunsmoke's directions, you eventually come across a dilapidated impound lot. All the useful parts have been looted decades ago and only rusted piles of scrap remain. The way the ruins are arranged is kind of beautiful, in a sick way.
"Is this the place, my little friend?" you ask, tapping on the top on Gunsmoke's head with one finger. "Yeah, it is! J-just head north for half a mile and you'll find an entrance to the home base after digging around a bit! Can you put me back together now buddy? Come on, man, Old Gunsmoke's done you a solid, hasn't he?" The head smiles. He's not a very good liar.
"I don't feel like it yet. You should come with me a while longer." "B-but you said-" "I changed my mind. What's wrong? If it's really just half a mile further it should only be another minute. In fact..." You stop your bike and put the kickstand down. "I'll walk there, and you can come with me."
"Wait! Hold on a second! Uh, uuuhh, walking wasn't part of the deal! What if I... get dirt in my neck hole!?" "That's not how my Stand works. You'll be fine." It's getting very hard for you to keep a straight face.
You continue about fifty feet, ignoring Gunsmoke's jabbering, then stop. You've always had good eyes. This is a minefield, as you suspected.
You slowly walk towards the closest mine. Gunsmoke gets louder. "Stop! STOP!" "Don't be such a baby. If you're crying when we get to you hideout what will your friends think? As a matter of fact, I ought to leave you here to calm down before we keep going." You get closer to the mine well holding up Gunsmoke's head by his hair, ready to drop him on it. Now he's screaming.
"PLEASE STOP! I'M SORRY FOR TRYING TO TRICK YOU! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! I DON'T WANNA DIIIEEE!!" You tug him away just a few inches from the mine's proximity radius. "You gonna take me to the real hideout now?" "YEAH, YEAH! I WILL, I PROMISE!" He's doing his best to make a friendly smile. It doesn't look good on his face.
After that whole debacle, you make your way back to your bike and Gunsmoke directs you in a totally different direction. Soon, you find a mound covered by a tarp. Upon lifting the tarp, you see a worn, dented metal door. You knock. "I'm, uh, here to see your boss?" "You wanna join?" a voice shouts from the other side. "...Not exactly. I'm here to discuss an... exchange with your boss." "Exchange? That sounds fishy, but it's definitely happened before. Hmm..." He seems to be weighing his options. "What's the boss' name? He doesn't like people he doesn't know knowing his name, so if he's trading with you, then you've gotta know it!"
Shit.
You wrack your brain, doing your best to remember the time you'd spent riding here. Gunsmoke had said a name, hadn't he? Fuck, what was it?
"Hey! I asked you what his name was! Say his name bitch!" You really need to give him a name in a few seconds. The wind howls behind you across the ruins as you push yourself as hard as you can. It's on the tip of your tongue... fuck fuck fuck fu- THERE IT IS!
"I knew you were fulla shit!" You hear a radio crackling as the guard on the other side prepares to signal the others guards no doubt in hiding around you.
"WASTE THIS-" "ZIGGY! It's Ziggy!"
There's a brief, tension filled pause. "What the fuck kinda name is Ziggy?" God fucking damnit. "...your boss' name?"
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"..."
"You're damn right it is. Come on in."
You do your best to calm down as the guard opens the door and moves for you. Him and another guard lead you through several corridors and a bar filled with drunk, rowdy gangsters. Eventually, you come to a private room, fairly large in size. A guard pounds on the door repeatedly.
"What the fuck you want asshole!?" The gang boss' voice is a lot more clear now than it was over the beaten up walkie talkie. Oddly enough, Ziggy appears to be from Boston of all places, judging by his accent. What's a gringo from New England doing running a gang in Tijuana?
"We got a visitor. He knows your name. Says he's here to exchange some stuff with you." "Well let him in then! You don't keep a guest waiting!"
The guard opens the door and steps in with you. The room is quite lavish compared to the rest of the hideout, with wooden floors and walls and a fancy looking rug in the middle of it. Ziggy is sitting at an oak table eating a steak. He roughly grasps the dinnerware in his hands with all of his fingers wrapped around them, like a child. Apparently he's only recently come into the kind of wealth where you eat with utensils every day.
He's a tall, broad shouldered white man in his thirties with short black hair, wearing an ostentatious blue jacket lined with fake white fur, white pants and a pair of worn green leather shoes. He wears an orange shirt under the jacket. The colors don't go that well together, but you doubt anyone is willing to say that to his face.
With a quick motion of his hands he shoos out the guard, who quickly steps out and shuts the door.
A large grin splits Ziggy's face. He gets up and walks towards you, hand outstretched for a handshake. Is he planning something? Does he know who you are or is he unaware? Should you attack him now or should you try to be diplomatic? Is he really about to shake your hand or is he planning to attack you with his Stand? How the hell are you supposed to react to such an ambiguous situation?
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