The van door closed with a slam, and Arthur leaned back in his seat to massage his temples. Already the hours felt stretched out, filled as they were with vain searching and deception. However well it worked, the man did not like leading people on, even as he felt he himself was being led on a wild goose chase. His experience in the hidden world of Stands convinced him of one overarching phenomena, some time ago: whether through destiny or chance, and for better or for worse, Stand users tended to come together. Yet here he was.

After a minute or so he removed his phone from his pocket and looked through it. He discovered a message from Blue that suggested an encountered user, and provide the location. Arthur slapped the dashboard, exclaiming, “The assassin found our target!” Spurred out of his frustration by a sudden energy, he got the van in gear and started to drive, keeping an eye on each street sign he passed to make his way toward 7th Street.

At a red light a few minutes later, he checked his phone again in case more information appeared in the meantime. Nothing new had issued from Blue, but to his surprise he found a message from the little one, Mieke. When he read it he went bug-eyed. “Multiple contacts!?” he belted out aloud, his formidable bass resounding through the vehicle. “...I suppose it makes sense,” he muttered the next moment. “Armstrong said it was spreading something like a disease, after all.” Turning in place, he looked over his shoulder at Hogan. “Still, kinda stinks that we didn't find anyone, eh?”

There came a loud [i]honk[/i] from behind the van. Arthur whipped around in a fright to see that the light had turned. “Damn! Sorry!” he told nobody, as he started to accelerate once again. As he returned to cruising speed, he considered what to do, speaking aloud to try and include his scaly friend. “Well, Blue probably has her situation under control, but Mieke might need help. Then again, she didn't give any info about her location. At the next light I'll message her back to try and get it.”

True to his word, he popped open his phone to send a return text when next his van came to a halt. [i]N...e...e...d...h...e...l...p...?...W...h...e...r...e...a...r...e...y...o...u...?[/i] he tapped, pressing each key one at a time with his right index finger. He managed to send it mere seconds before the light went green.