Rodger's nose twitched as he shouldered his way through the door, the smell hitting him like a sack of bricks. More fire. A quite fear settled in his stomach and he pressed on, following his nose.

He rounded the corner and found himself face to face with a young guy, back lit by a ranging fire that consumed the alley behind him. Floating behind him, like some sort of guardian angel, was his Stand. Rodger bit his lip. This was bad. He had hoped that this was just some ordinary psychopath, but now it was a psychopath with an drawn and deadly weapon. His only luck was that their path had taken them so close to the Kaisers hangout, but he had no idea whether that was good luck or bad luck. They couldn't exactly fight someone like this, no matter how tough they were. You couldn't beat something you didn't understand.

But Rodger did hold one real advantage. Vitalogy wasn't out. He was by all accounts an ordinary man. He acted the part. "Oh my god." He shouted while approaching, using his hand to shield him from the heat. "Are you okay? What was it, some sort of gang violence? Was anyone hurt?"

All he had to do was bring that guy into Vitalogy's range and take him down before he realized what was happening.