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On the endless barrens, a red-haired Vulpo man squats on the ground, concentrating hard on something.

Not far behind him is a car, undergoing inspection from a Lupo with white hair and a Feline in black.

The three of them seem like companions, and their ride, broken down.

Hey, Aosta, come over here.

What?

Look at these bugs.

See what they're doing? All walking in a line.

And their group's pretty long too. Let me see where they're heading.

Looks like you're charged back up.

Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better now!

I don't put too much stock in your own self-reports, though.

What are you, my mamma?!

You were coughing blood half an hour ago.

Ha ha, but I'm not now.

Ah, shit. I spent too long talking to you and now the bugs are gone.

Forget it. I'm going back to fix the car again.

Hey, have you guys figured out what's wrong with the car yet? Want me to come help?

The tubing's busted in places. The engine won't start.

Me and Broca can deal with it. Just stay in one place, okay.

Not like I've got anywhere to go. There's nothing out here, and nowhere to run to.

Following a rumble, the engine comes to life again.

Phew... Broca, go and call Chiave back here.

Alright.

Yo, Broca, why don't we see who can piss farther!

My bladder is empty.

You don't give him straight answers to these, Broca.

Damn, that's a shame! This is perfect weather to piss to!

Aside from polar wastes, I don't think there's any weather bad for p... for relieving yourself.

You just don't get it, Aosta. It's all about a feeling!

Ah, a perfect arc—che cazzo!

What's wrong?

The wind just blew my perfect arc onto my shoes! Tch, what a bummer.

Just leave it, we're gonna go. If we can't find a rendezvous before sundown, we'll have to sleep out on the barrens tonight.

What's wrong with the barrens?

Look at it this way, I've never been camping before! Let's camp out today!

The barrens are a death trap, and realistically speaking, this jacked ride doesn't even have any camping equipment in it. Our only place to sleep is inside.

Also, fuel is another problem.

Cheh. The last owner just didn't get it.

I don't think the average city car owner would have any camping stuff prepared, let alone additional fuel.

Who knows if one day someone'll borrow your car to go camping, eh? It doesn't hurt to prepare!

And would you?

Eh... no.

Then shut up and get ready to leave.

Aight.

Are we off now?

Mm-hm. Let me drive.

Whaaat? Isn't it my turn?

You just relax.

Aosta, you know something? You get more and more like a mamma every day.

Hey, Broca, you get where I'm coming from?

A little.

It's because both of you have Oripathy.

I hear good life habits help keep illness in check. You should go to bed earlier every day, Chiave.

God, y'know, Aosta? My own mamma never told me that.

Sticazzi... just shut up.

Aosta says as he starts the engine.

What's some good tunes to put on...

*Clicks tongue* Respect to the owner, they listened to a lot... Ah-ha, I like the look of this sleeve. Put this on!

Chiave inserts his newfound record disc into the car's hi-fi system, and lively music bursts from the speakers—

'♪Saturday's coming, wanna ride my beast far'

'♪To your apartment with a present like a star'

(Whistle) Not bad.

For sure. Okay, on we go.

By the way, Aosta.

Mm?

Where are we heading right now?

I should've answered this before we set off.

I forgot.

I bet you weren't even listening in the first place.

I nabbed a map while were slipping out. For now, we're heading towards Locomotiva City, since it's closest.

They've taken a rocky road with our family. As long as we're lucky, we can join up with them.

If not, at least we have somewhere to stop over.

Hey, I used to hear about this weird village in the west of Siracusa. It was all haunted inside. Let's go take a look.

Keep dreaming. We don't even know where it is. You don't even know if someone just made that up.

Then how about we go see a city one of the other Twelve Families runs?

Hey, y'know, the Sicilia Legale counts as one of the Thirteen Families, but they fight each other plenty. Some alliance, hah!

The Sicilia Legale don't organize like all the actual Families. After all, it's made up of tons of families, big and small.

Nobody from the big Families would give a shit about our Sicilia Legale nobodies.

Pff. They'll come begging for me to join them one day, no doubt about it.

In any case, there's no heading back to Vite City for now... no, maybe we can never return.

And we've offended the Trin Famiglia. We've got no place in Vite anymore.

Ha ha. We caused a shitstorm, after all. I kinda wanna see my old capo Layton. *Hack*—*spit*! See what his stupid face looks like right now.

For sure.

Ha. Too late for regrets at this point.

Regrets... I wouldn't go that far. Layton was a real son of a bitch, after all.

Sold us out and still wanted us to count his money. Wasn't happening.

Mm-hm. No regrets here either.

Hey, take your mind off it. Look, there's still some families who treat coming out of jail for the first time like an initiation, and you're not a real member until then.

And yesterday, we defied our Family and hightailed it out of the city.

So I now declare, you are true members of my Chiave Famiglia!

Aosta, you're the family's consigliere!

Haha.

Broca, you're the family's underboss!

Heh.

'♪But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell—'

'♪You don't know—'

'♪You don't know you're disgusting!'

By the way, we've been driving for ages without seeing a single guy, eh.

Apart from a couple gathering spots and settlements, there wouldn't be any lone travelers outside the cities in the first place.

Because there's a few families who couldn't stick it in the cities and spread out to the barrens to wreck shop. I've been with the family's caravans a few times before, and every time we'd make the right preparations.