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The Detective Prince Chapter 118 Digging Deeper He pushed away from the wall, listening as the sound of footsteps became more distinctive the closer they got. It wasn’t long after that two figures appeared from the shadows on the opposite side of the room. He smiled, being the first of the three to speak. “Beesto and Samlong,” Kaito said looking from one individual to the other. “You’re early.” “That’s Mr. Samlong to you.” “My apologies.” “You seem surprised, is there a problem in us arriving ahead of schedule?” Beesto asked. “Of course not,” Kaito replied. “But I was expecting more.” “What do you mean?” “I thought for sure there’d be others with you,” Kaito replied. “What happened to the two who traveled with you last night?” “You need not concern yourself with them,” Beesto said in response. “Neither are required to see this transaction through.” “I see.” “So,” Mr. Samlong said taking a step toward him. “Do you have this footage you spoke of regarding that thief?” “Yes,” Kaito confirmed with the nod of his head. “You bet.” He reached into his jacket, pulling out a disk all in one motion. “Here it is,” Kaito replied. “It’s all here.” “Excellent.” Mr. Samlong said reaching out in attempt to grab it. Just as he was inches away from grabbing hold of it, Kaito tossed the disk to his opposite hand which he caught. “Not so fast,” Kaito stated. “Isn’t there something you have for me?” “Oh yes,” Mr. Samlong said. “But before I can give you that information I’d like to be assured that this footage you claim to have is accurate.” “And what of your end of the deal,” Kaito asked. “Do you have the information I seek?” “Not with me, no,” Mr. Samlong replied. “I wanted to confirm things with this recorded footage of yours first.” “I’d prefer a fair trade.” “Very well,” Mr. Samlong said turning to his comrade. “Beesto what do you say, what do you think about taking him to the out back?” He didn’t respond at first, taking time to give some thought on the matter. "Let's make this quick," Beesto finally replied. "The less noise made on the matter the better." "Yes, your boss might not agree to this." After speaking those final words he turned back to face him. "Would you mind going on a little stroll?" "And where might this stroll lead to?" Kaito asked. "A place a little over four miles from here," Beesto replied. "If we go now it shouldn't take long to get there." "I don't understand." "What's that?" "If you knew I'd bring the video why didn't you bring the information I requested for in return?" "That's a really good question that you pose," Mr. Samlong said in response. "It's all about circumstances and keeping an edge." "That would imply that you don't trust me." "Smart boy," Mr. Samlong smilingly replied. "You can never be too sure who you can trust these days." "Ok, let's say I agree to follow you to this location," Kaito began. "Should I be expecting a fair trade?" "Yes," Beesto replied. "You have my word on that." "If that's the case why didn't you suggest that we meet at the place mentioned instead of here when we came to an agreement yesterday?” "... It must have crossed my mind." "I see." "So, are you coming or not?” “Of course,” Kaito replied. “You have something that I want after all.” “Very well,” Beesto said turning back for the stairs. “Follow us.” He was optimistic about following, but was reassured by his preparation that had been set in place before hand. He was the last of the three to make a move for the stairs, speaking again shortly thereafter. “What will be our form of transportation to this place?” “We’ll keep it simple,” Beesto replied. “The bus will prove to be sufficient.” Nothing further was said as the three made their way up the stairs. He kept a small distance in between him and the two leading the way. It didn’t take long for them to reach the surface. They immediately took a right, taking a quick look ahead to see a bus stop in the clear. As they continued to walk that way he directed his eyes to the left, looking across the road to see him in position next to a light pole just as they had discussed. Wanting to acknowledge that there was a change in plans he nodded his head as a form of a signal. “He’s leaving the safety area that we’ve set up,” Konosuke said upon seeing this. “What possibly be going on that he’d take the risk of leaving?” He was unsure of what to think, watching as the three stopped after reaching the bus stop at the end of the block shortly after. “That must be two of the three men he spoke of this morning,” Konosuke said slightly shifting his head in attempt to stay unnoticed. “It would appear they plan to catch a bus.” This was a turn in events that caught him by surprise to the fullest. “I have no idea what is going on, it would have helped if he had turned on that mic he attached to himself,” Konosuke thought. “I sure hope he knows what he’s doing.” Nearly ten minutes passed as he watched in wait, two buses past by during the duration of this time. It wasn’t until the arrival of that fourth bus that they finally decided to get on. All he could do was watch the close of the bus doors, looking straight ahead as the bus took off into the path of the unknown. “I don’t like this,” Konosuke thought. “I don’t like this one bit.” The tension was increasing by the hour. Through all his searches and determination to unravel a conclusion only lead back to one thing, where he had started. As disappointed as he may have felt he fought off any frustration that lingered in the process. At about the same time he leaned back in the chair the door to the room slid open. “I thought I’d pay you a visit to let you know of my return.” “How did things turn out?” “I have no idea,” Alfred replied stepping further into the room. “I left after dropping him off, I’m sure he’ll get back to us at his convenience.” “That’s to be expected.” “Have you finished compiling all information with those files?” “Only five left to go, but I put that on hold,” Bruce informed. “I took a little time to look into the other case.” “The one involving our unknown visitor?” He nodded his head in confirmation. “I took another look at the surveillance footage which recorded the cab pulling in just outside the gate,” Bruce began. “I ran the license plates seen in the footage through the system in hopes of finding an answer.” “And?” “The car and license came up as legit,” Bruce replied. “I ran a check on the driver as well, he too was clean.” “So we’re on a minimal when it comes to leads.” “The only thing we have linked to this guy is the files that were given to Shinichi.” “Perhaps the boys will find something while on their trip in Metropolis.” “Let’s hope, but if not it we’ll have to trace him by other means.” “Any idea’s on who we could be dealing with.” “The list is slim, very,” Bruce said in response. “But I’m still uncertain, once we’ve diagnosed a motive we’ll know who we’re dealing with.” “And how do you plan on finding out the answer to that?” “By monitoring the field,” Bruce replied. “They’ll play their hand, and when they do it will be our move to make.” Several minutes passed from the time they had boarded the bus. He found himself a spot at the back of the bus, with the other two finding seats up closer to the front on opposite sides of one another. His phone rang the moment he leaned back in his seat. He slipped it from out of his pocket before glimpsing down to see where the call was coming from. “Who is that,” Kaito questioned. “I’ve never seen this number before.” He forced the phone back into his pocket, having no intent on answering. He eased back into the seat, wondering how much longer until they would reach the place they had spoken about. "We've been on the move for nearly ten minutes now, we shouldn't have too much longer to go." The elevator opened upon reaching the ninth floor. He looked down at the card key which read 909, letting him know which way to turn. He made a move for the right, walking a couple doors down before reaching the one which was 909. "This is it." He swiped the key card, allowing for him to open the door. "Right after you." Dick said having a step off to the side. "What time does the train we plan to take leave tomorrow?” Shinichi asked walking into the dark room. “We have two options,” Dick replied stepping in after him. “There’s one that leaves at seven twenty, the one after being at ten after eight.” “And what about after that?” Shinichi asked flicking up the light switch. “The next train to Gotham after that wouldn’t be until sometime around noon.” “I like the sound of the eight ten,” Shinichi said. “That gives us a little more time to rest.” “That works for me.” “So do you plan on getting back to the others on what we uncovered on our trip here?” “I’m going to hold off on that,” Dick replied. “We’ll let them know everything when we return.” “They’re probably busy as it is.” He found his way to the far side of the room, having a seat at the edge of the bed closest to the balcony door. “What about the files you collected,” Dick asked taking a couple steps toward him. “I’d like to see what you were talking about in regards to the common denominator you were able to determine with the heart attack cases.” “Right, I still haven’t gone over any of the details with you.” He slipped his hand into his jacket, pulling out the folder that was tucked away. He laid it out onto the bed before pulling the top off to the side to reveal all contents. “So what’s the link between the majority of the victims that you mentioned.” “There’s actually a couple,” Shinichi replied. “But we’ll start with what I discovered with the kidneys.” “Let’s hear it.” “A fraction of eight of ten of the victims had renal damage to be found.” “How severe?” “It ranged with each,” Shinichi replied. “But in all cases was enough to signify an outside cause.” “Was it particular for a certain age group?” “Not distinctive.” “So it varies.” “Moving on to another notable affect that was present in most,” Shinichi continued. “First stages of bone marrow alterations.” “Now that’s something I didn’t expect to hear.” “This was mainly found in the victims past the age of twenty seven,” Shinichi added. “But there were two others below that range that showed signs of this.” “This all falls in line with affects that can occur if one experiences lead poisoning.” “Exactly.” “Anything else I should know?” “There were other results,” Shinichi continued. “Such as recorded muscular weakness, but most all other affects were different from top to bottom.” “That helps to back our point of emphasis.” “There’s just one thing that remains,” Shinichi said. “Finding out what is causing these heart attacks.” “And there was nothing in the files that would seem to point to a source?” “Unfortunately not,” Shinichi replied. “But thankfully this isn’t our only set of trials we’ll have to go off of.” “What’s that?” “I asked a favor of Dr. Agasa the last we spoke.” Shinichi informed. “What kind of favor?” “To gather information for our case,” Shinichi replied. “Any recorded heart attacks in the last two months is what I asked for him to gather information on.” “I see,” Dick said. “That way we can cross reference our findings with whatever he’s able to uncover.” “That’s the plan.” “When do you think you’ll hear back from him?” “He’s usually a quick worker, so I’d expect a response within the next day.” “We can’t be too sure this will lead to something,” Dick said. “But it’s defiantly something that could point us in the right direction.” “A jump start is all that we need.” Through the long minutes of silence and flashy lights that could be seen from both sides of the bus he found himself lost in the atmosphere of it all. They were now closing in on fifteen minutes since the time they had boarded. He looked up to the left side of the bus to see Beesto who had been slouched back in the seat ease up in his posture. There was only one thing to take away from this. "We must be getting close." Seeing this he too sat up from where he leaned. He took a look out the right side just in time to see them approaching another bus stop. He leaned forward, placing his hand onto the seat in front of him to use for balance. He kept his eyes to the front of the bus as it came to a stop shortly after, looking to see both Mr. Samlong and Beesto stand up from where they sat. “This is defiantly our stop.” He stood up after watching the other two exit the bus, following in their path in small strides. Once off the bus he turned to the left to see them standing against a wall to a small building. The bus began to drive off just as he walked over to join the two. “Come,” Beesto said. “We’re almost there.” “Anyone else going to be at this place besides us?” “Yes,” Beesto replied. “But don’t mind any of them, this is our business alone.” With that said he began to pave the way once again with the two of them following once again. “Are these guys you mentioned friends of yours?” Kaito asked keeping pace from behind. “Acquaintances would be a better way of describing it.” They reached the end of the block in a short time, turning for the right side. The vibration of his phone could be felt once again. Given the current circumstances he chose not to answer it. “How much further until we reach this place?” “Never you worry,” Mr. Samlong replied. “We’re almost there.” He held out his hand in that next second, pointing to a large structure which was now in the clear. “There, that’s where we’re headed.” “Looks like a warehouse,” Kaito said holding up a hand just above his eyes. “This is not what I was expecting?” “What do you mean?” “I heard you mention some place called the out back,” Kaito replied. “I was expecting an outside facility of sorts.” “The name has its meaning.” “Does it now, I’d like to hear.” “You should be able to figure that out for yourself soon enough.” Beesto said in response to this. They made it to the end of that street soon after, bringing them to an intersection along the road. Luckily there was no vehicles passing by, allowing for the three to travel to the other side. The warehouse pointed out was sitting right on the corner. “Here we are.” Mr. Samlong said. They didn’t stop there, walking around the left side of the structure which lead to the front of the warehouse. There were very few lights in the area, barely catching sight of a man who was standing next to the wall with a cigarette in hand. He could clearly see him staring him down as the three continued to walk. “He doesn’t look too thrilled to see me.” He quickly brushed this off, focusing back to everything out in front of him. Beesto brought the three to a stop seconds later after coming upon a large garage door which was located on the right. “We’re here.” He took one step forward, giving the door two good hard knocks. He then laid off, waiting for a couple seconds to pass before giving the door three more. A small period of time passed with nothing happening. It wasn't until about twenty seconds later that the garage began to open. "I see, that must be their form of a password." It wasn't too much longer until he could see the dark figure of someone standing directly on the other side. It was too dark to get a look at their face; the only thing he could tell was that it was a large man who appeared to be wearing a heavy coat. Beesto almost immediately exchanged words with him, walking right past once finished. The volume of what they spoke was too low for him to make out. “Come, right this way.” It was nearly pitch dark in the path that they walked. He wonderd exactly where it was they were going. "You guys should really think about investing in some lights," Kaito stated. "I mean, how do you move around in a place like this at night?" Neither chose to respond to his comment. His eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness of the room. Subtle sounds could be heard in the moments to come, almost as if something was moving throughout the walls. The sound of the echo through the room only increased the further they walked. “Where is that coming from?” Without warning the two stopped. He did the same in response. "What's wrong?" "This is it," Beesto replied. “When we walk through this door, don’t touch anything.” "You got it." Kaito smilingly said in response. Beesto then reached out his hand, grabbing hold of what Kaito assumed to be a door knob. Once the door was opened they headed into a narrow hall, clearly seeing a strand of light cracking through another door just ahead. “Right this way.” He followed his instructions, keeping a casual look on his face the whole way through. They reached the door in little time. “Here we are.” He pushed the door open, revealing a large room in the clear. “Come on in.” The first thing that came to his eyes was the sight of two men standing around a pool table, clearly in the middle of a match. “That must have been what I heard.” Beesto snapped a finger in that next moment, quickly gaining the attention of the two men. “Gentlemen, mind putting your game on hold,” Beesto asked. “I’d like to have this room cleared out, just for a couple minutes if you don’t mind.” “As you wish.” The man on the right said in response. With that the two men headed toward the left side of the room where another door could be found. They walked out with the slightest of sound. “I don’t understand the meaning of that,” Kaito said. “Why did you send the two of them out of the room?” “Secrets must be kept?” “Secrets?” “Mr. Samlong, the floor is yours.” “Of course.” He stepped forward, turning for the right side of the room. “I wonder what we’re in for now.” He chose not to follow, watching from where he stood. There was a large bookcase pinned against the wall with a fish tank sitting atop a drawer just to the right. Hanging directly above the tank was a well done painting of an ocean. It was only a matter of seconds before Samlong removed the painting from the wall to reveal what appeared to be a safe. “So this must be the secret just referred to,” Kaito thought. “I wonder what’s behind the door.” In the mist of that he came to find there wasn’t a combination lock on the door. “How’s he supposed to get to what’s inside.” His question would soon be answered, continuing to watch as Mr. Samlong stuck his hand into the depths of the fish tank. It was only a matter of seconds before he grabbed hold of a lever that was hidden beneath the gravel, pulling it up with two twists to the right followed by one to the left. The safe door swung wide almost instantly. “Not bad,” Kaito thought to himself in admiration. “I can appreciate the creativity in the security method.” “Here we are.” Mr. Samlong said reaching in to grab what was inside. It took all but a few seconds to pull out one of the items which had been stashed away, closing the safe door once finished. He looked to see a folder held down at his right side. “This is it,” Mr. Samlong said looking over to face him. “This is what you wanted right?” “What is it?” Kaito asked looking for clarification. “The file covering the transaction of the Networks Pivotal Equalizer’s change in hands.” “You don’t mean?” “Yes,” Mr. Samlong replied. “I took part in the session that took place that night.” “I don’t understand, did you put in a bid yourself?” “Of course not, I was only there for the business side of things,” Mr. Samlong replied. “It’s something I’m known for taking part in around town.” “What exactly is it you do?” “I handle all records,” Mr. Samlong said. “It makes for small pay in comparison to most jobs I take on, but it makes for good pocket change.” “How does this help me?” “Not only was the amount and date recorded for what it was sold for, but the name of the winning bidder as well.” “Is that so,” Kaito said pleased to hear. “Would you happen to have an address as well?” “That’s not something that’s ever been required,” Mr. Samlong answered. “But knowing a guy like you I’m sure you’ll be able to make du with the information I have for you.” “I’m certain that I will.” “Now for you,” Mr. Samlong said holding out his hand. “The tape?” “Sounds like a fair trade to me.” With that he reached for the tape which had been stalled into the top pocket of the inside of the jacket. Before a trade could be made the door from behind and the door to the right swung open with three armed men roaring in from each, holding their weapons upward. “Who in the world are these guys?” The six individuals quickly surrounded the three of them, very evident at who they were targeting based on where their weapons pointed. “What is the meaning of this?” Beesto questioned upon the unexpected arrival of the six armed men. “That shouldn’t be a question to ask,” One of the men said in response. “You know Papa Bear doesn’t tolerate the appearence of outsiders.” “Papa Bear,” Kaito thought. “Who’s that?” “In normal circumstances, yes,” Beesto agreed. “But we have an important matter we’re trying to get settled, something I’m sure Bear would agree with.” “Then you should have gone and got the clear from the man himself,” One of the others spoke. “In the case of this we have no choice but to.” “I think not,” Beesto said in response. “I brought him here on my own accordance, if need be I’ll go to the boss myself to explain my decision.” “That’s too bad, but you know as well as I do that’s not how things work under what has been instructed of us.” “So you intend on killing him without finding out what he has for us?” “Why ask the question when you already know the answer.” “There’s no need to further make your claim, they obviously have no intent on listening to reason.” Kaito said stepping forward. “Stand down, I’ll handle this,” Beesto stated. “That is if you want to live.” “Why bother,” Kaito questioned. “If they wish to execute me, why not let them?” “The hell,” Beesto said looking down at him. “Don’t you value your life?” “That’s not the question to be asked, but rather,” Kaito smilingly replied before facing the gunmen. “How much they value theirs.” “What are you blabbing about?” The man directly across asked. “It seems I have everyone’s attention, good,” Kaito said. “Because there’s a little something you might want to know.” To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 117 Investigation Begins The sky had gradually darkened from the time they had set out for the location that had been brought to their attention. They arrived to the area a few minutes prior through a cab. They were now on foot, inching in closer to the location with each passing minute. “Are we moving in the right direction?” “Undisputedly.” “How can you be certain?” “Because of the signals strength,” Dick replied. “It’s only increased in strength since we started along this way, you can have a look for yourself if you’d like.” Without warning the phone was tossed to him. He flipped it to the other side once it was caught to view the contents of what was being displayed. “You’re right, we’re getting close,” Shinichi said. “Whatever is generating the signal can’t be more than 0.1828 kilometers from our current position.” They continued along the sidewalk, watching as the signal only became stronger. This went on for another minute before he spoke again. “Up ahead.” “What is it?” Dick asked still facing forward as they walked. “We need to take a right,” Shinichi replied. “The signal is coming from that direction.” It took all but another fifteen yards for the two of them to come upon a sign which was imbedded in the grass on the right side which read ‘Tallsville’. “This must be it,” Shinichi said being the first of the two to stop. “According to what you were able to pick up the wireless signal came from in this direction.” “It’s an apartment duplex.” Dick said having a look ahead. “Why am I not surprised,” Shinichi said. “There’s a high possibility this guy could be anticipating our visit, so we had better move on with extreme caution.” “I was just fixing to say the same.” “Any ideas on how you’d like to press on from here?” “By not taking a straight path,” Dick replied. “If we can try to pin point the signals resting place without taking a direct approach that would give us the advantage.” “You’re right,” Shinichi agreed. “After all this guy could be on the lookout.” “Mind if I have another look at the phone?” “Not at all,” Shinichi replied. “Here.” He tossed to him in that instant. A few seconds past as he looked it over for himself. “You’re right, we’re close.” “Couldn’t be more than a five minute walk from here.” “Now all we need to do is figure out a route that we’re going to take in.” With that thought he looked ahead. The first thing that came to his attention was the street lights that shined brightly onto the open space throughout the lot. “Heading straight is defiantly out of the plan,” Dick said. “The street lights will only give us away if someone is in fact expecting us.” “Which means we’ll have to stick to the outer perimeter.” “The signal is coming from the right side somewhere.” “Which means we’ll start by taking a route to the left,” Shinichi said. “We’ll gradually make our way to the other side.” “I like that idea,” Dick said looking that way. “The other apartments and trees in the general area should make for legitimate cover.” “Now that we’ve got the location, is there a way of expanding on that?” “What do you mean?” “We’ve got the distance, but what about the position,” Shinichi asked. “Is the signal coming from an apartment on the lower levels, or one of the upper floors?” “I’m glad you brought that up, that’s defiantly an important factor.” “Is there any way of finding out the answer to that?” “We’ll first need to get in closer,” Dick replied. “Approximately within fifty yards of the signals range.” “That shouldn’t be too difficult to accomplish.” “We’ll take it slow moving forward, this will assure that we stay hidden from any on goers.” “Once we have the exact location confirmed we’ll determine how to move in from there.” “Agreed,” Dick said. “Now let’s get a move on, the sooner we take care of this the better.” “You lead the way.” “Let’s do this.” With that he held the phone up to his eyes, redirecting away from the signal as the two made their way to the left side of the duplex. After a lengthy time of walking they had finally found their way out of the forest, stepping out onto the sidewalk just in time to see two cars speed by. “Finally,” Kaito said. “This walk seemed longer the second time around.” “How far are we away from the meeting point?” “Not far at all,” Kaito replied. “Come on.” He led them to the right where the street intersection could be found. “Where will I be during this meeting?” “Keeping tabs on anything that is said,” Kaito replied. “I’ve already wired myself up so you should be able to hear anything that is said.” He stopped once reaching the street light, removing the bag hanging from his shoulder before kneeling down to zip it open. “What are you doing?” Konosuke asked. “You’re going to need these.” “What’s this?” His question was answered soon after as he watched him pull a cloth from the depths of the bag. “Here we are.” Kaito said standing back to his feet. He unwrapped the cloth to reveal what was held in place. “A ski cap and shades,” Konosuke questioned. “What do I need these for?” “For disguise.” “But you already said it yourself,” Konosuke reminded. “I won’t be taking part in this meeting of yours.” “That doesn’t mean you won’t require a disguise,” Kaito said. “I’m leaving you the task of monitoring everything that goes on outside, in the case they have someone on the lookout as well they will have no way of identifying you.” “And what if things go wrong from your end?” “If they do I will be prepared,” Kaito assured. “Which is why we came early.” He dropped back down to a knee, opening the bag completely to reveal what was sitting at the bottom of the bag. “Explosives,” Konosuke said in surprise. “When did you get the time to get your hands on all of this?” “Before I returned to the motel this morning.” “You’ve really out done yourself.” “We have to be prepared for anything.” “And what exactly do you plan on using these explosives for?” “Leverage,” Kaito replied. “And that’s only if it comes to that.” “Let’s hope it doesn’t.” “Mind helping me set up shop?” “Not at all,” Konosuke replied. “How many are there in all?” “Five,” Kaito replied. “Each with enough power to take out an entire block.” “You’re really serious about all of this.” “Things need to appear that way.” “Where do you plan on planting each of these?” Konosuke questioned as he skimmed the area. “I’ll tell you once we cross to the other side.” Kaito replied before zipping the bag shut and standing back to his feet. With that they turned for the road to see that the street light had turned red, allowing for them to head to the opposite side. “Let’s try and have this done within the next twenty minutes.” “That shouldn’t be too hard to accomplish.” Konosuke said as the two began their journey across the road. “Once that is completed the only thing that will be left to do is to wait.” They made it to the other side soon after. “Where to now?” “The left,” Kaito replied. “We’re no more than a block or two away from the location now.” “Right after you.” Konosuke said letting him take the lead once more. The two moved on with nothing more needing to be said, ready to prepare themselves for the event that was to unfold in the coming hours. A sudden light sparked in the near distance, calling for a sudden stop in all movement. The wait began from there, quickly coming to find it was only that of someone switching on their porch light. “Looks like someone just returned home, we should be ok to continue on.” “What’s the signal reading now?” He stopped after only taking one step. “We’re close,” Dick replied. “Very close at that.” “Are you able to tell what level the signal is coming from yet?” “I’m glad that you asked,” Dick said looking back down at the phone. “It would appear we won’t have to take the stairs.” “The first floor?” “That seems to be the case.” “How much further until we’re directly across from the location?” “About 0.018 kilometers, roughly twenty yards.” “That’s not far at all.” “Which means moving with extreme caution from here.” Knowing that to be the case the two chose not to say anything further. The area they walked through was darkened, shielded be the trees they found themselves using as they closed in on the signal they had been following for the last hour. He brought the phone to his eyes once more shortly thereafter, holding up his right hand. He stopped at this gesture, knowing they had arrived. “We’re here.” “Now what,” Shinichi asked. “How do you propose we move in from here?” “Before we do that we must determine one thing,” Dick said in response. “We need to find out if someone is inside.” “You’re right,” Shinichi agreed. “And it’s not like we can go up and give the door a knock the old fashioned way, who knows how he might react if he comes to find us at his door step.” “That about wraps it up.” “Do you have anything with you we could use in this case?” “I brought along a pair of binoculars and a bunch of smaller computer gizmos for the task,” Dick replied. “I don’t think any of that will help much given the situation.” “Darn.” Shinichi said. “We’ll just have to think of another approach,” Dick said. “One that doesn’t require us to move in too much closer than we already are.” “Hold on, I might have just the thing.” “What do you mean?” He turned back to face him, unsure of what he was up to this time. “What are you doing?” “Here we are.” He stood back, watching as he pulled something out that had been stalled away in the upper pocket of his jacket. “Shades,” Dick questioned after laying his eyes onto them. “Is there something unique about it, because I hardly see how this helps in the situation.” “You bet,” Shinichi replied. “They have multiple uses.” “Let’s hear it.” “Not only can they shield your eyes from sun light, but have the ability of working as a zooming system.” “Like binoculars?” “No simpler way of putting it,” Shinichi confirmed before placing them over his eyes. “But it doesn’t stop there, they also have night vision capabilities.” “You don’t say.” “And that’s not even the height of its flexible nature,” Shinichi continued. “You can also pick up heat signatures by switching the lenses to that mode.” “How long have you had these?” “For months now.” “And how in the world did you get your hands on something like this?” “It was given to me by Dr. Agasa,” Shinichi replied. “It was something he had been working on for a while.” “And you’ve tested them out already?” “Of course.” “Then what are we waiting,” Dick said turning back for the apartments. “Is there any signs of any activity coming from that area?” “Give me one second.” He raised his hand to the right side of the shades, pressing down to a small button which activated the night vision. He scoured the area for any ongoing activity. "What's going on," Dick asked. "Can you see anything, is anyone inside?" "Nothing yet," Shinichi replied. "Switching to heat tracking now." He did just that, finding no presence of anyone in the apartment. Wanting to make sure all functions were a go he searched the rest of the area as well. "So what's the verdict?" "There's no one home." "Are you sure?" "I checked several of the neighboring apartments," Shinichi said. "I picked up heat signatures from most, but none from the apartment." "Is that right." "You think we should move in?" "I don't see the harm in it." "Are you sure about this?" "I've been keeping tabs on everything that has been going on around us since arriving at this duplex, I can assure you no one is standing watch from some other location," Dick said. "Well at least from what I've been able to tell." "Nor did I." "I also didn't cite any surveillance camera's that might be set in place." "Maybe he's truly not expecting us." "Perhaps, but in the case it's not I brought these along." "Huh?" He looked over to face him, watching as he lowered the bag from his back to the ground from his back. "What do you have?" "These." Dick replied after unzipping the bag. "Ski masks?" "That's right," Dick confirmed. "After hearing about the situation I thought these might prove useful." "I see," Shinichi said catching on. "So even if someone is watching from afar or through some device they won't be able to identify us." "Exactly." He removed the shades from his eyes in that instant, feeling there was no further need for them at that given time. “So what did you have in mind?” “At this point I don’t see why we can’t head straight over,” Dick replied before handing him a ski mask. “Just make sure the mask is securely in place.” “We better make this quick as possible,” Shinichi said wasting no time in following instruction. “If anyone sees us out in the open they might become suspicious of our activities.” “The last thing we need is for the authorities to be called in.” Dick said in agreement. He too took that time to slide a ski mask into placing, slightly sitting up from where he kneeled. “I have one last question.” Shinichi said easing up in his stance as well. “What is it?” “Just so we’re in sync, how do you propose we move on from here,” Shinichi asked. “If we charge straight ahead that’s bound to cause for concern if anyone sees us.” “A good point, which is why we’ll move casually,” Dick said in response. “Think of it as a daily walk through the park.” “I like that idea.” “Good, here’s the plan,” Dick said facing him. “I’m going to head up to the front door, once I give you the signal you’ll follow.” “What’s going to be the signal?” “Something simple as a wave,” Dick replied. “You’ll know when the time comes.” “Gotcha.” “I’ll see you across the way.” “Stay sharp.” With that he stood tall, grabbing hold of the strap of the bag as he stepped from around the tree where they had sat in wait. He watched from his position, checking to see if anyone was in the near distance of where they were. The only thing that came to his view was a pair of birds who glided past from above. “Looks like we’re clear.” He waited for a short time more, watching as he made it to the other side with no distractions what so ever. It didn't take long for him to turn back to face him, giving the thumbs up. "That's my cue." He quietly pushed up from his position, looking to both sides of the street before he was to make his move. After finding all to be clear he stepped out from where he hid. "Here goes nothing." He dropped his hands into his pocket, keeping his head tilted as he made way to the other side. His eyes continued to survey the surrounding; wanting to be sure they weren't being monitored on his way across the way. "Looks like we're clear," Shinichi said after reaching him. "What's the strength of the signal?" "One moment." He reached for his phone which was now connected to the side of his belt, bringing it to his eyes to get an update. "That can't be right." "What is it?" "According to this we're here," Dick replied. "Not just close, but directly where the signal came from." "How can that be," Shinichi said taking a look around the porch. "There's no sign of a computer in sight." "There has to be something," Dick said. "Let's search the area." "My thoughts exact." Shinichi said turning for the right. “If you see anything noteworthy don’t touch it until informing me.” “You got it.” He turned for the right side, taking a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the darkened area. The first thing that came to his attention was a large book leaned next to the wall, directly below the window. Curious of its content he leaned down to give it a look. “What’s this?” He brought the book into his hand, using his left sleeve to wipe off the dust to reveal what it was. “The Final Days of the Trail,” Shinichi read. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of this story.” He placed it back down to where it had been found before taking a stand back to his feet. In the brink of the moment he took a peak in through the window. The only thing he could see was a batch of dishes sitting on the counter off to the right side along with a newspaper that had fallen to the ground. “Something’s not right.” It was only at that point that the irritation of the ski mask became evident, but regardless of that he knew it was in his best interest to keep it on for just awhile longer. After finishing there he continued further to the right side of the porch. Upon walking past two plant pots he took notice of something else, a box. "What's this doing here?” It was located toward the far end of the porch. He stopped once reaching it, turning back to see Dick had pulled out a flash light and was now searching the area where the front door was. “Hey,” Shinichi said grabbing his attention. “I think you had better come over and check this out.” “You find something?” “Maybe.” Not wanting to be left in the dark he hurried over, coming to his side to see the box sitting on the ground before the. “What’s this?” “No idea,” Shinichi replied. “I haven’t looked yet.” “What’s that there?” He aimed the flash light, coming to find something that trailed from out of the back side of the box. “It looks like a cord,” Shinichi said. “I wonder where it leads to.” “Why don’t we find out.” He traced the path of the cord all the wall to the where it could be found plugged into an outlet. “What now?” “Hold on.” He took his phone, holding it out over the box to receive an enlightening response. “This is it,” Dick said. “Whatever is under this box is what sparked the signal.” “We could remove it,” Shinichi said. “But that could come with a risk.” “You’re right,” Dick agreed. “For all we know this thing could be rigged with something that activates once the box is lifted.” “So what now?” “We need to find out what’s hidden beneath.” “And we can,” Shinichi said. “Do you have a knife?” “What for?” “We can use it to cut the top portion of the box off, that will allow us to look inside.” “So that’s what you were getting at.” With that in mind he reached back for the bag still hanging in place. He zipped the side pocket open, taking only seconds for him to pull out what appeared to be a pocket knife. “It always helps to pave the way when you’re prepared.” He then removed the bag from his shoulder, laying it to the ground a few feet away before turning back for the box. “You had better stand back,” Dick said. “In the case something does go off at least you won’t be right at the point in contact.” “If you really feel that way shouldn’t we hold off on this until we’re certain of the situation?” “Time might not be on our side,” Dick said. “Which is why we can’t afford to hold off on this.” “I see.” “Now get back.” “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” “What do you mean?” “I don’t think there is anything to be concerned about,” Shinichi said. “If you follow everything that’s happened up to this point there’s one thing that is apparent.” “And what’s that?” “This guy wants something,” Shinichi replied. “Why else give us the information on the victims who suffered those heart attacks.” “…” “Think about it, if this guy wanted us dead wouldn’t an attempt have been made before now?” “You make a point,” Dick said. “But still, we need to stick to the edge of safety.” “Alright, if it makes you feel better I’ll take a step back.” “Thanks.” The time had now come. He turned back for the box, lightly lowering his hand atop it with little pressure as possible. He then massaged his hand across it to receive nothing in response. “So far so good.” After finishing his initial inspection he dropped his left hand down to the left corner of the box. “Here goes nothing.” He took a deep breath, slowly making contact with the side of the box. It penetrated through with ease. “How’s it going over there?” Shinichi asked from where he stood near the front door. “The only thing left to do is make a full circle around the box.” He refocused himself, making little movement as possible as he began to trace the knife toward the right. Without realizing he was already halfway through soon after, still unable to see what was beneath the box at that point. “Not too much more to go.” He continued on his path along the top half of the box, moving in sync with the way he had from the beginning. He made his way back to where he had started soon after, moving swiftly with his last move to finish his cut. "That should about do it." He remained still for the first moments, slowly standing back to his feet after all seemed to be clear. "Here goes nothing." He reached down to grab the right edge of the large box, slowly sliding it off to the side to reveal what was hidden beneath. "Looks like we have the answer to where he retrieved those files from." "A computer right?" "To no surprise." Dick confirmed. Knowing that all safety risks had been cleared he removed the box completely to where only the computer was sitting before them. "The screens blank." Shinichi said after reaching him. "That's probably because no one has messed with it for a while." Dick said reaching forward. "What are you doing?" He simply pressed down to the space bar which rid them of the blank screen. What they saw next was a bit of a surprise, unsure of what to think of this. "A count down." "Yea, but for what?" Shinichi questioned. "Only two hours until its reached its end," Dick said. "We better pack this all up and see if we can find out the answer to that before then." "That's not much time." Before either could make another move the countdown seen on the screen dropped to zero before shutting down on its own. Neither said a word for the first moments after. What happened, had they set something off. After nearly twenty seconds of silence he reached forward to close the laptop screen. "What was that about?" "Only way to find out is to have it examined.” Dick replied before closing the screen and then carefully stashing it into his bag. “What about the cord,” Shinichi asked. “Are we taking that as well?” “Might as well,” Dick said standing to his feet. “We might just need it.” He immediately walked toward the outlet, pulling the cord out before laying it into the bag as well. “Would you mind grabbing the box,” Dick asked. “That could prove to hold some importance as well.” “Fine by me.” He reached into the top pocket of his jacket, pulling out a piece of cloth before reaching down to grab hold of the box. “Our work here is done, let’s go.” Dick lead the way as the two made their way back for the other side where they had stood hidden just a few minutes ago. “So what are you hoping to gain from this box,” Shinichi asked following from close behind. “Finger prints?” “That’s one area to check,” Dick replied. “We’ll also check for anything that might have attached to the box through air particles.” “I see,” Shinichi said catching on almost instantly. “Then we’ll have an idea where this box has been for the past few days.” “Most importantly, where it was before being brought here.” They made it back to the security of the dark side of the duplex soon after, both immediately removing the ski masks they had used for the occasion. “That went well,” Shinichi said. “Smooth even.” “Just the end to another days work.” “There’s something that caught might attention when we were searching the porch.” A look of concern could clearly be seen on his face. “What,” Dick asked. “What did you see?” “The newspaper,” Shinichi replied. “The one that I saw through the window.” “You were able to see into the house?” “Just barely.” “What was so alarming about this paper?” “The date,” Shinichi replied. “It was dated three weeks back from today.” “You have a good eye,” Dick commented. “I couldn’t even see into that place when I walked by on my way toward the box.” “That wasn’t all,” Shinichi said. “There were dishes piled at the sink, from what I could tell I’d say they had been sitting there for a time.” “What lead you to believe that?” “Flies,” Shinichi replied. “As dark is it may have been I could clearly see them occupying the area.” “The more that’s learned the more I’m starting to feel this is some kind of set up.” “That makes the two of us.” “We need to be on complete alert from here on out.” “Is there any way we can examine that computer any sooner before returning to Gotham?” “Not securely,” Dick replied. “I didn’t bring any equipment that could help us in that regard, which means we have no choice to head back.” “I suspected that much.” “We’ll have the computer examined when we get back.” “And when do we plan on taking a train back?” “We’ll head out first thing tomorrow morning,” Dick replied. “I say we take it easy for the rest of the night, I think we’ve had enough action for one day.” “Where to then?” “There’s got to be a hotel somewhere close.” “We could head back to the same one I stayed at last night.” “That’ll work if that’s what you want to do,” Dick said adjusting the strap on his shoulder. “Do you remember where this place is located?” “Maybe not from here, but if we head back to the library I should be able to find it from there.” “Good, then we’ll head back in that direction.” “I think it’d be best if we followed the same path out we used coming in,” Shinichi said. “Just to play it safe.” “Agreed,” Dick said. “Once we’re settled in I want all information you have to share with concerning the heart attacks.” “That’s what I had hoped to do.” “Good, then let’s go and find this hotel.” With that the two retorted to finding their way out of the duplex, heading into the same direction that had brought them here. The time that had been scheduled was quickly approaching. He stood in a dark corner of the room, listening to the vibration of the tracks from the sound of a train moving along far down the tunnel. He checked the time on his watch after standing for a marginable amount of time. “Ten fifty six, not much longer to go.” Just as he pressed his back to the wall he heard a sound, which was followed by another. It took all but a second to realize where it was coming from. “The stairs,” Kaito thought. “They’re here.” To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 116 A Deal Breaker The room had fallen relatively silent over the course of the last minutes, only the occasional sound of the key board could be heard. He stood with his back pinned to the wall, looking to the ground as if he was waiting for something. “You’re more quiet than usual,” Alfred said. “Is everything alright?” “I’m fine, just expecting a call.” “That seems to be today’s trend,” Alfred said before turning back for the computer. “So was the speech given at the police headquarters a success?” “I’d say so,” Heiji replied. “Everyone seems to be aboard now, even those who hadn’t been keeping tabs on the case.” “That’s good,” Alfred said. “And what happened once you finished?” “Someone else took the floor shortly after,” Heiji replied. “But by that time I had already gone outside.” “Why’s that?” “The commissioner wanted to speak with me about something,” Heiji informed. “We agreed that we would meet out in the front of the building.” “And did he join you at some point?” “Yes,” Heiji replied. “After finishing up with something inside.” Becoming more interested he turned away from the computer to look his way. “And what was it he talked with you about?” “He wanted to make me an offer.” “An offer?” “Yes.” “What kind of offer?” "Yes," Heiji said. "He wanted to offer me a part time job if you will, while I'm here in the city." "What kind of job?" “Helping with smaller cases.” “Like a private eye?” "Yes," Heiji replied. "That's a good way to put it from my understanding." "Given the circumstances I'm sure there was more to come with that,” Alfred said. “Are there any restrictions that were given to you?” "No, we haven’t gone over the fine details as of yet," Heiji replied. "The only thing I’ve been told is that I’ll be given a guide, someone to collaborate with." "Like a partner?” “Simply put.” “And did you accept this offer?" "No way I was going to turn that down." "And who was selected to work with you?" "I don't know." "You didn't get to choose?" "The option was left open, so I gave it a go," Heiji said. "I chose detective Gates, but it turns out he already has a partner of his own he's working closely with." "Anyone you know?" "Yes," Heiji replied. "Officer Celek." “There was no one else you had in mind?” “Unfortunately not.” "So am I to assume he will hand pick someone for you?" "That seems to be what was indicated before we parted ways." "And you don't mind?" "The job's going to get done either way." "I expected to hear that much." He refocused himself back to the computer, readying himself to analyze the next file. The door to the room unexpectingly opened that next moment, both looking that way to see he had returned to the room. "I've finished with all the scheduled calls," Bruce said heading straight for the desk. "How have things progressed here?" "Under twenty to go." "Good,” Bruce said pleased to hear this. “And with Dick on his way to Metropolis we’re in good position.” “How long do you believe it will take before he arrives?” Heiji asked. “The train left roughly an hour ago, so he should be there within the next forty minutes.” Bruce replied. “Which means we don’t have much longer to wait until we receive an update,” Heiji said. “Do you think that guy has any intent on returning?” “I heavily doubt it,” Bruce replied. “I’m certain they’re sitting it out somewhere with their ears pinned back.” “If that is true, there must be a reason why,” Heiji said. “The easiest way to find out would be to figure who this guy really is… any ideas?” “There’s not enough to go off of at this time,” Bruce replied. “Determining who set this all up won’t be easy, especially if they have no plans on making another move.” “Then I guess we’re left to wait for what Drake comes up with in regards to the phone call sent to him.” “We’re done here for now,” Bruce said. “You don’t have to stay here any longer if you don’t wish to.” “I think now would be a good time to go,” Heiji said checking his watch. “I agreed to meet with Mr. Stanton at the Futures Building.” “What for?” “He said he had information to share about that device that was stolen.” “At what time are you scheduled to meet with him?” “Any time after seven.” “You still have an hour until then,” Bruce said checking his watch. "If you are to arrive within that time frame you might want to be heading that way now." "I was thinking the same.” "Alfred, would you mind giving him a ride there?" "Not at all." "I'll take over for you from here," Bruce said. "With any luck we'll have this wrapped up within the next two hours." "All information collected thus far has been saved into the data base," Alfred informed before standing up from the seat. "I also took the liberty of saving the files onto an independent device for you." "That saves me the trouble." Bruce said glad to hear. "Then I'll leave you to it," Alfred said stepping away from the desk. "Come along Hattori." "Wait," Heiji said. "I have one last question." "What is it?" Bruce asked. "Once you're done gathering the information what comes next?" "To verify everything collected is in fact true," Bruce replied. "And if that leads to nothing then I'll look to our next option." "Which is?" "The surveillance footage," Bruce replied. "We have camera's set out throughout the entire premises." "Why doesn't that surprise me," Heiji remarked. "Have you had a look at any of this footage as of yet?" "Only a brief glimpse," Bruce replied. "But I'll give it an in depth look tonight." "I look forward to hearing about your findings." With nothing further to add he followed Alfred who had already stepped out. This left him alone. Not wanting to lose any valuable time he took a seat at the desk, gazing down at the information before him. "Now to get some answers." After almost two hours of travel he had finally arrived. The train came to a halt with a welcoming smoothness. He waited in his seat for the first minute, allowing for most of the other passengers to clear out. Once there was room to make way he reached down for his bag before finding his way toward an exit. "Here at last." After securely strapping the bag into place he reached for his phone, immediately dialing his number. The ring could be heard just as he stepped out past the doors, taking little time for him to hear his voice from the other end. "Here already?" "Caught the fastest train that I could," Dick confirmed. "What's the situation?" “Nothing to report,” Shinichi replied. “He has yet to return, I think it’s safe to assume he has no intent on doing so.” “Agreed,” Dick said. “I’m sure he’s figured we’ve caught onto this act he’s got going.” “No doubt.” “I said we’d discuss a meeting place once I got here.” “Why not come to where I am now?” Shinichi suggested. “And where is that?” “At the same public library I was brought to yesterday,” Shinichi replied. “It’s no more than a twenty minute drive from where you are.” “There’s three of which I know of in this area,” Dick said. “I think I have a good idea of which one you’re at.” “So are we in agreement?” “Yes,” Dick replied. “I’ll be there soon.” “Sounds good,” Shinichi said. “I think you had better have a look at this stuff for yourself when you get here.” “For what?” “The files,” Shinichi replied. “We may not have a source for the problem yet, but there is now another common element linking most of the victims together.” “Can’t wait to see this.” “I’ll give you the full run down when you get here.” “On my way now,” Dick said. “I’ll see you soon.” He ended the conversation with those last words spoken, dropping the phone back into his pocket before grabbing hold of the straps of the bag. “There’s no time to waste.” He instantly picked up in speed, ready to learn of the information hinted at in their conversation. The timer blew a lively tune, signaling that another hour had come to pass. He let the theme run its course, listening as it gradually faded out. “Seven O’clock.” “Which means only two hours remain.” “Yes.” “And you’re confident with the preparations?” “Yes,” Kaito replied. “I’m positive all will work into our favor, in the case anything does happen to go wrong.” “You’ve been rather quiet for this last past hour.” “Haven’t we both?” “Perhaps,” Konosuke said. “But from what I could tell it would seem you have something weighing on your mind, do you have concerns for tonight?” “Not at all.” “Then what is it,” Konosuke asked. “And don’t tell me it’s nothing, I know you better than that to know that isn’t the case.” “Maybe there is something bothering me.” “It’s best not to keep these things bundled up inside Master Kuroba,” Konosuke said. “Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind.” “The devices.” “Would you be referring to the ones we’ve been asked to retreve by the contractor?” “Yes,” Kaito confirmed. “There’s just something I’ve been thinking about.” “What is it?” “The G3 Power Emitter, the Networks Pivotal Equalizer,” Kaito began. “What is their purpose?” “What do you mean?” “This guy must have a reason for wanting these particular gizmos,” Kaito said. “I’m trying to figure out why.” “Does it really matter?” “Maybe not,” Kaito said. “But what if there’s danger involved?” “What’s lead you to this belief?” “Nothing really,” Kaito replied. “Just going off of what I know about the devices.” “I see.” "The power emitter has enough juice to energize a small city." “A true fact.” "Then there's the pivotal equalizer," Kaito continued. "Its main purpose is to store and transfer large amounts of data." “What are you getting at?” “What if he isn’t using these devices individually, but for a scale much large in scheme.” “You’ve got quite the imagination,” Konosuke stated. "For all we know he could be simply putting this stuff on the market for high sales." "A possibility, but doubtful." "What makes you say that?" "No one would be that anxious to get ahold of something only to turn around and sell it," Kaito replied. "There's more to it than that." "… That sure is something to think about." "The only problem is we don't have enough to determine what this guy has planned." "Perhaps we'll have a better feel for things after we're given the next task, after this one is completed of course." "It would be in our best interest to try and figure his plan before then," Kaito said. "I'm certain he has something big planned, the sooner we find out the more leverage to us." "You're right," Konosuke said. "And if counter measures are necessary we'll have time to plan ahead." "Which is why is important we find out his intentions," Kaito said. "I don’t want this to drag on for too much longer.” "Nor do I." "For now all we can do is wait," Kaito said. "The opportunity will come, soon.” He had no idea of what he spoke of but took his word for it. After a quick ride around the city he had finally arrived at his destination. The cab made a move toward the side walk, coming to a complete stop in the moments that followed. "Is this the place?" "Yes, this is far enough." After paying the driver he stepped out from the cab. He could hear the sound of it taking off from behind as he made his way toward the building. “This didn’t take long at all.” He made his way up the set of stone stairs, taking him all the way to the glass door at the top. He moved aside upon reaching the top as two people walked out into the opposite direction. Once all was cleared he reached for the handle of the door to force it open. “Wow, this place is a lot bigger than it looks from the outside,” Dick said upon entering. “But I guess that’s true with most things.” After spending the first seconds to observe the room he finally began to walk, heading in the direction of where the bookcases could be seen. “Now where could he be?” He continued further into that direction, pulling out his phone after stepping around the first bookcase. “Maybe I should give him a call to let him know I’m here.” Before that chance could come to pass he caught sight of a table which was in the center of where this section of bookcases could be found. “That didn’t take long,” Shinichi said looking his way. “How’d the train ride here go?” “Not bad,” Dick replied. “Got a chance to relax some.” “I’m glad that you’re here, maybe now we can make sense of what’s going on.” “What do you say we get right into it,” Dick said heading toward the table. “Let’s have a look at these files you mentioned.” “We’ll get to that,” Shinichi said before pushing up from where he was seated. “But first I thought it’d be best if we went over the details leading to this point.” “Either way works,” Dick said. “We’re going to cover everything at some point.” “Right this way.” Shinichi said heading for the right side of the room. He followed his lead, uncertain of what he had in mind. “Where are we going exactly?” “The backroom,” Shinichi replied. “The one where all the computers are found.” “Mind if I ask why we’re going there?” “It’s because that’s the first place he took me to when we arrived.” “The man in disguise?” “Yes,” Shinichi replied. “It is also the place where the files I’ve been investigating were retrieved from.” “Did he ever say why he specifically chose this place to set up shop?” “He didn’t go into hard detail,” Shinichi replied. “But he did say one of the computers set up here is directly linked to his home computer.” “I wonder how much truth there is to that.” “Only one way to find out.” It was at that given moment that a door could be seen at the far wall. “This is it.” He reached into his pocket that next second, taking little time for him to find what he was searching for. "What are you doing?" "It's a library card," Shinichi replied. "It gives you access to this room." "When did you get a hold of one of those?" "It was given to me yesterday by that guy." "Figures, he probably had no intention of returning to this place.” "My thoughts exact." He wasted no further time, sliding the card into place which unlocked the door. The two walked in, this time only to find the room empty. "Let’s get straight to it.” "Which computer is the one he claimed was connected to his home service?" "The one there," Shinichi pointed. "The last one on the left." "Let's give this thing a look shall we." "Think you'll be able to trace where he got those files from?" "That's yet to be determined," Dick replied. "But let's hope so." He headed all the way to the last computer located on the left, having a seat at the chair after dropping his bag off to the side. The first thing he did was turn on the screen to find that the computer was already on. "Do you have an estimation for when you were brought to this room?” "Roughly twenty seven hours ago," Shinichi replied. "Why do you ask?" "Just factoring in how many people might have used this computer between then and now prior to us." "I'd imagine not very much," Shinichi said. "From what I observed while sitting at that table not many came through here." "That's good to know, which means we won't have to worry about much alteration, if any." "So if his computer is truly linked to this one how do you go about finding his location?" “With this.” He pulled out a small device, one which he then plugged into the USP port of the computer. “What is that thing supposed to do?” “It will pick up any wireless connections,” Dick replied. “Any that are currently or were connected to this computer within the last forty eight hours.” “It’s capable of doing that?” “You bet.” “So what happens if this gadget of yours picks up a signal,” Shinichi asked. “How will we be able to determine where it came from?” “This device has wireless capabilities of its own and his currently feeding whatever it learns back to my home computer.” “That helps explain,” Shinichi said. “But isn’t your computer back in Gotham?” “Yes, but any messages received through there are then sent to my phone,” Dick informed. “I made sure to have that set up for this very trip.” “Clever.” “This is only my second time trying this method,” Dick said. “Things went smoothly the first time around, let’s hope similar results can be reached.” “What’s the limit for how long you think this process will take?” “Not long at all.” Dick said as his phone vibrated from within his right pocket. He pulled it out to find he had received a message. “You see, I told you it wouldn’t take long.” He gave his full focus to the phone, opening the message to read what information had been sent to him. “So what do we have?” “Two signals,” Dick replied. “One which was used in the last nine hours was the free Wi-Fi which is found throughout this library.” “That must have been this morning some time before I arrived,” Shinichi said. “And what of the other?” “Four miles from here.” “That’s not too far,” Shinichi said. “That must be the location from where he got a hold of those files.” “I wonder what the chances are of him still being there.” “Probably little to none,” Shinichi said. “What do you say we go and give this guy a visit?” “That could be exactly what this guy wants us to do,” Dick said. “Especially if he knows who we are, we need to plan this through.” “Whatever it is we better come up with soon,” Shinichi said. “If he truly is still around it would be in our best interest to try and track him before he has the chance to make another move.” “You’re right.” “Once we’ve taken care of this I’ll catch you up on the heart attacks,” Shinichi said. “There’s more to these heart failures than what was apparent, I’ve found a new consistency with a number of the victims.” “Where are these files now?” “Safely tucked away.” Shinichi replied patting the left side of his jacket. “We’ll take care of that next.” He turned back for the computer, leaning forward to eject the device which was still sitting in place. “Come, our work here is done.” “About the location that was brought to your phone,” Shinichi said as they headed back for the door. “Do you know where this signal will lead us to?” “I’m not too familiar with this side of town,” Dick admitted. “But if I’m not mistaken that area is filled with smaller companies and some noticeable apartment duplexes.” “Sounds like a place to camp it out.” They made their way out of the room shortly after, leaving the library all together in hopes of getting some questions answered. The ride had finally come to a close after nearly an hour of driving. The lights surrounding the building shined just as brightly as they had the last night he had been there. “We’re here.” “I thank you again for setting your time aside to bring me here.” “It’s not a problem at all, would you like me to wait out here,” Alfred asked. “I could give you a ride to wherever you wish to go next.” “I appreciate the offer but you’ve done enough,” Heiji said in response. “I’ll be able to manage from here.” “Good luck in there.” “Thanks,” Heiji said pushing the door open. “Let’s just hope he has some useful information on the matter.” After exiting the car he headed straight for the building, ready to learn this new information that was spoke of. He arrived at the entryway soon after, walking in past the automatic doors into the main lobby. "There's no one here," Heiji said looking around. "Where is everyone?" Before another move could be made the echoing sound of steps coming from the long hall to the left could be heard. "That's the path that leads to the foyer, maybe that's where everyone is." He chose not to make a move, waiting for the arrival of two men who ascended from the shadows in the moments that followed. "Stanton." Heiji said recognizing him almost immediately. "Welcome back detective Hattori," Armond said pleased to see him. "I've been expecting you." "I see you're here with someone, is this a bad time?" "Nonsense," Armond replied. "This is just my adviser Mr. Nolloson." ""It's a pleasure detective." Mr. Nolloson said holding out his hand to shake his. "To you as well." "I'll leave you two to handle business from here," Mr. Nolloson said before turning back to face Armond. "I'll get in touch with you tomorrow morning some time." "No need," Armond said. "We have two days to get this thing situated," Armond said in response. "I'll contact you when I hear back from the others." "Very well." With nothing further he made way for the doors, leaving just the two of them. "So," Heiji said. "You have newly surfaced information about the G3 Power Emitter?" "Yes," Armond confirmed. "And useful information at that." "Let's hear it," Heiji said. "What is it you've learned?" "As you may or may not know with several of our high priced valuables we always keep insurance," Armond began. "Insurance for in the case of something getting misplaced, or in this scenario stolen." "Insurance huh, you wouldn't happen to be talking about a tracking mechanism would you?" "That's what I'm getting at." "Does this mean you know where it was taken to?" "Not quite," Armond replied. "The tracking device that was installed was disabled." "I was afraid that’d be the case." “But we do know where it was last before this occurred.” “And now for the good news,” Heiji said. “Where was its last known location?” “The subway.” “That’s a wide margin,” Heiji said. “Any way of narrowing that down?” “Yes,” Armond replied. “We have the exact train it was disabled on, and the time.” “That’s good news.” “We already contacted those monitoring security to give us a copy of all activity for the last two days.” “I see,” Heiji said catching on. “You’re looking into the possibility of where Kid might have taken it.” “That’s just the thing,” Armond said. “From what was recorded there was no sighting of him, not a single person who showed up in the video footage resembled him.” “Have you already forgotten, he’s a master of disguise,” Heiji reminded. “Even if it wouldn’t seem he was there he might have been, Kid is never one to be seen by the naked eye.” “But do you really think he would have gone through all that trouble to further disguise himself while out of costume,” Armond questioned. “I mean it’s not like he knew about the sealed tracer.” “That’s not a given.” “What are you trying to say?” “Kaitou Kid is very driven when it comes to his work, I wouldn’t shy away from the possibility of him knowing about the tracking device beforehand.” “And how could he have possibly known that?” “By infiltrating this companies storage facility before the fact.” “If that is true, then why not take the Power Emitter,” Armond questioned. “That wouldn’t make sense for him to wait all the way until the Futures Building’s grand opening to do so, especially with so many in attendance.” “That’s the vocal point of the case.” “Huh?” “To try and figure Kid is not always necessarily to focus in on what was taken, but rather the where, when and how.” “You’ve now completely lost me.” “The riddle,” Heiji reminded. “To come to an understanding is to follow what has been left for us to dissect.” “Are you saying that stealing the G3 Power Emitter was never his main objective?” “Possibly,” Heiji replied. “His antics might have been nothing but a means of hinting to a larger purpose.” “Have you any ideas of what that might be?” “Not yet,” Heiji replied. “But I’m in the process of figuring that out.” “This is turning out to be a coaster ride.” “What about those tapes you mentioned,” Heiji asked. “The surveillance tapes from the subway, when do you think you can get your hands on them?” “Not a second from now.” He wasted no time in reaching into his pocket, pulling out a disk which he then handed him. “It’s all there,” Armond said. “Sixteen hour’s worth of footage.” “You’ve really thought this through,” Heiji said accepting the disk. “I appreciate your involvement, this saves me a lot of time.” “You don’t have to thank me,” Armond said. “I want to see this thing through just as much as you.” “I’m glad to hear that,” Heiji said securely tucking the disk away. “Is there anything else you have to add on your findings?” “Unfortunately not,” Armond replied. “But you’ll be the first to hear from me if anything comes up.” “That’s nice to know.” “I’m on my way out now,” Armond said. “If there’s some place I could give you a lift to you’re free to tag along.” “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll be alright,” Heiji kindly declined. “Where I’m headed to next isn’t far from here, and I don’t mind the walk.” “Suit yourself,” Armond said zipping up his jacket before making way for the door. “I hope to hear from you soon.” “I’m sure that you will.” He stood there for a few moments after the fact, letting everything sink in as a whole. It wasn’t long after that he too headed for the exit, stepping out to have a flutter of cool air dash past the side of his cheek. “It seems things are headed in the right direction.” Outside of the low ends of the city this was probably the darkest place to be in the city. The towering trees could be found on all sides. The faint light generated from the moon peaked through the branches from above, guiding them on their path through the forest. He stopped without warning, holding his wrist out to the light to check the time. “Eight thirteen, there’s still plenty of time before nine.” The sound of him coming to his side could be heard followed by the sound of his voice. “Does it really matter?” “What’s that?” “You said it yourself,” Konosuke reminded. “You’re not supposed to meet with them until eleven tonight, that’s more than two hours away.” “True.” “Then what’s so important about getting there early?” “For one I don’t trust these guys,” Kaito replied. “And with that, there needs to be a level of certainty.” “I don’t understand.” “They chose the when and where, I’m just making sure everything falls into our favor,” Kaito replied. “Which means arriving a good time before they do.” “What do you plan on doing?” “I’ll explain when we get there.” “I still don’t see why we’re walking through here.” “Because this is the same park I followed them through yesterday.” “Couldn’t we have taken a cab instead?” “To go around would take quite a bit of more time,” Kaito said. “Especially with all things factored, such as intersections and traffic.” “Point taken.” Things fell silent between the two as they began to walk once more, finding themselves ascending up past a small hill. “There’s one more thing I wanted to clarify.” “What is it?” Kaito said in response. “What about Kaitou Kid, does your guise fit into your plan going forward,” Konosuke asked. “Or have you benched that all together with these recent news reports about your whereabouts.” “One’s true ego can never be detached, no matter the circumstances.” “I guess that answers my question.” “The public wants the Kid Thief, that’s good,” Kaito said stopping after reaching the top of the hill. “Because there is much more to come.” To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 115 Run In The room had become silent from the last couple minutes. He stood in wait for results to be determined. The door opened soon after, grabbing his attention from where he stared at the ceiling. “That took longer than expected.” Damian said. “I had a call to make,” Bruce said. “Dick is on his way now.” “What for?” “To discuss matters,” Bruce replied before looking ahead to the desk. “Alfred, how much progress has been made?” “I’ve gotten through six additional profiles.” “Then we’re on track.” “I don’t see the need to continue the investigation of these files,” Damian said. “The purpose was lost with the reveal of the unreliable source, we have no idea who this guy is.” “Not yet,” Bruce said. “But anything that comes our way must be accounted for, this is no exception.” “This whole thing could be a diversion for all we know.” “I can assure you it’s not.” “Bold statement,” Damian said uncrossing his arms. “But how can you be sure?” “That’s pretty clear cut, the only thing left unanswered is the why.” “What do you mean,” Damian questioned. “Isn’t the point for us to determine what has been causing the heart attacks?” “I’m not completely sold on that being the reasoning behind their move.” “If not that then what?” “That is for us to find out,” Bruce replied. “On another note there is something I have for you to do come tonight.” “I forgot to mention something.” Alfred said rentering the fray. “What is it?” “You received a call from Ms. Thompson.” “At what time?” “Earlier this morning.” “It’s no surprise,” Bruce said. “I haven’t given her an update for the past two days.” “An update for what?” Damian asked. “For her missing patient.” “Oh yes,” Damian recalled. “Wasn’t that the reasoning for us searching that apartment the other night.” “Yes,” Bruce replied. “Which is something we need to put more focus on, this could be a life or death matter.” “Did you find any leads from the search you two conducted the other night?” Alfred asked. “Unfortunately not, which is why we need to broaden the field.” “That might be a good idea.” “In any case I’m going to go and give her a call,” Bruce said. “I’m sure she’s highly anticipating a response from me.” “I’ll be here.” “If Shinichi calls before my return, let him know we will be sending reinforcements.” With that he made his way for the door. “Of course.” Feeling there was no need for him to stick around, he too made a move for the exit. He left the door open on his way out, following his father who proceeded toward the stairs. "You said you had something scheduled for me tonight," Damian said stopping him in his tracks. "Why can't I begin with whatever you have scheduled for me now?" "For several reasons," Bruce replied. "For one you have yet to get your mid-day session in for your cardiac." "I'm in the best condition I've been in for months," Damian stated. "I hardly see how one missed trial will change anything." "Because one skip turns into two," Bruce said. "And before you know it, it becomes a habit." "I don't plan on that happening." "No one ever does," Bruce said. "But on another note, what do you remember about him?" "What?" "The man who Shinichi left with," Bruce clarified. "And don't try denying you didn't see him when the two left, because we both know that isn't true." "How'd you figure that?" "Do I really have to explain?" "There will be no need." Damian said taking the next seconds to rehash what had happened the day before. He lowered his head in the process, looking back up at him after all details fell back into place. "Nothing." "Hmm.." "What I mean to say is there wasn't anything strange about him," Damian said. "Nothing you would notice at first glance at least.” "I figured that much, there’s one other question I’d like to ask," Bruce said. “Where did this individual say he got those files from?" "Some friend he claimed works in the medical field." "Another lie no doubt." "What's the plan from here?" "That's already being set in motion." "I'd like to help," Damian said. "From the way things appear to be I'd say someone has it out for us." "A vendetta which we don't fully understand," Bruce said. "Which is why I want you to focus on your daily routine for the time being." "Yes, father." He turned back for the stairs, heading for his room as planned. "The details Damian had to share was quite insightful, but still leaves the question to be answered," Bruce thought. "Who set this all up?" By this point it was now a wait and see approach. He had already sent all information that needed to be sent. He looked across the table, finding himself looking to all sides in the thought that he may show up. "Still no sign of him." The longer he waited the more tense things seemed to become. "I haven't heard back from any of the others recently," Shinichi thought. "I wonder how things are going from their end." Without realizing he found himself going through the files again, there seemed to be something, something he hadn't come to see before. He couldn't quite pin point what. Just as he was to cross examine between the separate files he heard someone step from behind. His head slightly rose at this, now on full alert. Not wanting to cause any kind of stir he turned around with subtle movement coming to find someone he had never seen before. It was a tall man who had long brown hair which was tied back in a ponytail. From his perspective he could be no older than his early to mid-thirties. He wore a black jacket and a pair of jeans, with a noticeable vest beneath. There was also something hanging from his side, something that was clearly attached to his belt. All quickly came to a conclusion as he neared, finding it was only a bag. "Hi there," The man spoke. "Mind if I join you?" With tension dropping he smiled with a nod. "Sure," Shinichi replied. "I have no problem with that." He then turned back for the table, sorting all the files that were laid out across the table. It was only a matter of seconds before the man from behind walked around to have a seat across from him. Not noticed by him from before was the small bag which had been tied to the side of his belt. In the mist of this he looked down at his watch in the process of refocusing. “It’s been fifty minutes since I’ve heard from anyone,” Shinichi thought. “I wonder what’s going on from their end.” They had driven for over thirty minutes, listening to the radio for a majority of the time. Several reports came in during the process, nothing that would call for concern. After minutes of trees and empty field the manor finally came into view. He rose up in his seat after seeing this. “Do you know who’s all there?” Heiji asked. “Besides Bruce, no idea,” Dick replied “But I think it’s safe to assume Alfred and Damian will be there as well.” “You think they’ll have more information on Kudo’s little trip he went on?” “No doubt,” Dick replied. “That’s one of the things Bruce said he wished to discuss.” They arrived at the front gate shortly thereafter, driving in past it before finding a place to park off to the right side. “And here we are.” Dick said unbuckling the belt. After stepping out from the car the two immediately headed for the stairs leading toward the front door, anxious to get things underway. Upon reaching the step before last the front door slid open to their surprise. “You’re early,” Bruce said greeting the two. “Come on in, we have much to go over.” “We’re ready to kick start things.” Dick said accepting the invitation in. They closed the door on their way in, following Bruce who led them to the bookroom. “Where’s Damian?” Dick asked. “He went up to his room a while ago to do something,” Bruce replied. “I haven’t seen him since.” “He’ll probably come down when he’s done.” “No doubt.” Heiji said. They stopped after reaching the door, all heading in after the other. “Alfred,” Bruce said gaining his attention. “They’ve arrived.” “That was much sooner than expected,” Alfred said looking up to face them. “How’s the day been coming along?” “All over the place,” Dick replied. “After separating with Bruce earlier I headed over to the station to pick up Heiji.” “On the subject of that,” Alfred said. “How did things work out for you up there today?” “Not bad,” Heiji replied. “We covered the topic of Kaitou Kid for a majority of the time, which was to be expected.” “I’m glad to hear all went well.” “What’s this situation I heard about regarding Kudo,” Heiji asked. “I heard he took a train to a neighboring city.” “Yes,” Bruce confirmed. “He’s currently in Metropolis.” “What’s he doing there?” “He was asked to go,” Bruce replied. “By someone we’ve yet to identify.” “I don’t understand.” “It would appear someone was disguised as a close ally of ours,” Bruce continued. “Shinichi was told they had information that would help us in the case of the radical heat attacks we’ve seen taken shape.” “What about Kudo,” Heiji asked. “Is he alright?” “Yes,” Bruce assured. “We’ve already gotten in contact with him, he’s currently waiting to see if the person who invited him there in the first place will return.” “And what happens if that guy does in fact show?” Dick asked. “He was told to contact us if that does come to pass,” Bruce replied. “But in the mean time we need to send someone down to join him, there’s no telling how erratic things may become.” “If that is so, then I’ll go.” Heiji said stepping forward. “Nonsense,” Alfred said in response. “We still don’t know the full complexity of what is going on.” “He’s right,” Dick said quickly agreeing. “It’s clear whoever this guy is knows us to a certain degree, which could mean danger.” “Which is why I’ve decided you’ll be the one I’ll be sending,” Bruce said. “Is that alright with you?” “It doesn’t matter either way,” Dick replied. “One of us has to see to this matter.” “Good.” “Given the circumstances I better head to the train station as soon as possible.” “Will you be taking anything with you?” Alfred asked. “I’ll pass by my place while heading in that direction,” Dick said. “So I’ll most likely stop to go in and grab a couple things.” “Then we better let you go, there’s no time to waste.” Bruce said. “I’ll keep in contact.” Dick said before turning for the door. With that he made his way out, leaving the door wide open. “Now what?” Heiji questioned. “For now we wait for a report back from Tim.” Bruce replied. “He’s looking into the situation as well?” “Yes, only from another angle,” Bruce confirmed. “The man who came here in disguise also left Tim a message through a call.” “So what’s the plan,” Heiji asked. “To try and trace the call back to where it came from?” “Yes, but it’s not as simple as that,” Bruce confirmed. “The number which registered to the phone was Kon’s, the person that man disguised himself as.” “That just adds a whole nother dynamic.” “Indeed, but nothing we can’t handle.” “What about me,” Heiji asked. “Is there anything I can do to help?” “Not at this time,” Bruce replied. “Wait here for now.” “Where are you going?” Heiji asked as he watched him head for the door. “There’s something I need to check on,” Bruce replied. “I’ll be back shortly.” The sound of something dropping down to the table caused him to look up once again, coming to find the bag that had been tied around the man’s belt from across was now set out atop the table. Not wanting to be side tracked by further distractions he looked back down to the files stashed together below. He continued to sit there for a time to come, hearing the sound of the man from across removing something from the bag which was then placed onto the table. It was that of three folders, all neatly organized from what he could tell. Another sound from behind came to his attention soon after. “What now?” He turned around only to see an unknown person stroll off from one end of the room to the other. “You’re not here to read are you?” The man from across spoke. He turned back to face him upon hearing this. “I see it wasn’t that hard to realize.” “So what’s the deal,” He asked. “Are you waiting for friend?” “He knew.” “Am I right?” “Not a bad guess.” “Why not pick up a book while you’re waiting,” The man suggested. “There’s a lot of interesting stories you might find to your liking.” “As much as I’d love to the current time won’t allow for it.” “I guess that makes the two of us,” He said. “By the way the names Tasol.” “What a unique name.” “Yes, but most who know me refer to me as Polo.” “Polo,” Shinichi questioned. “Like the clothing line Polo?” “That’s right,” Tasol confirmed. “It’s something that began with the family.” “Do you prefer it?” “Either or,” Tasol replied. “And what of you, what’s your name?” “Shi.. Nogort.” Shinichi quickly corrected. “Say again?” “Nogort.” “Nogort huh,” Tasol said with a pause. “That’s not one you hear too often, can’t say I’ve ever heard it to be honest.” “That’s what most say,” Shinichi said. “You’re not the only one to feel that way.” “You’re not from around here are you?” “Not a bad assumption.” "Would you happen to know where your name originates?" "Was never told,” Shinichi replied. “No telling if there is any true meaning to it." "It's no matter, just curious." It was at that second that he took notice of three sheets of paper laid out on the table Tasol had placed there. Three were three sheets in all, each with a large image with small print beneath. He was unable to make out the words from where he sat. "I see," Tasol said. "You're interested in with why I'm here, particularly with what I have sitting here before me." "Maybe just a little.” Shinichi admitted before looking directly at him once again. "I thought that much." Shedding some light on the situation he held up one of the sheets to reveal the face of a man, the print below now clear to the eye. "A missing person's case." Shinichi said after reading the top headline. “You seem less than surprised from your tone.” “Should I be?” "Usually people are taken back when they find out about my line of work," Tasol said. "But for you, it's as if you already knew." "I was getting that vibe." "How so?" "It's how you've presented yourself up until this point." "Please do elaborate, I’d love to hear." "There's not much to add," Shinichi said. "The way you were able to read my thoughts through my gestures was enough of a hint.” “You mean the fact I was able to determine you were waiting for someone,” Tasol questioned. “Anyone could have guessed that.” “That wasn’t the only thing,” Shinichi continued. “The tidiness of your folders was noteworthy to say the least, which gave me a strong idea of your character." "Not bad, how deductive of you." “I’m one for detail myself.” "As I can see,” Tasol said. “It’s not often you find someone as young as yourself as aware as what you just showed." "What exactly do you do," Shinichi asked. "If you don't mind sharing.” "A low key detective who lives here in town," Tasol replied. "I used to work for the department as an officer three years ago in another city, but have now branched off into my own." "Do you prefer it this way?" "It has its benefits," Tasol replied. "There's always work to be done." "Sounds like your dream job." "It has its ups and downs, but I wouldn't want to be doing anything else." “It’s always good to see someone sticking to their plan.” “We spoke of my work,” Tasol said. “What of yours?” He paused for a moment, unsure of how he should respond to the question presented. “Landscaping,” Shinichi finally replied. “I’ve been studying in that field for quite some time now.” “Landscaping huh,” Tasol said leaning back. “Never would have predicted that.” “Not many would.” Not even a moment later his phone vibrated from within his left pocket. "I better take this." Shinichi said standing up from where he sat. "Duty calls?" "Something like that." In the process of reaching for the phone he took a look around the library for any suspicious activity. After finding this all to be clear he took the awaiting call. "Hello." "Great, glad you answered." Dick spoke from the other end. "I assume you've been informed of the situation." "Of course," Dick said. "Which is why I'm on my way now." "On your way to Metropolis?" "Yes," Dick replied. "I'm about twenty minute away from the train station now." "Is there a specific place you wanted to meet?" "Stay where you are now," Dick replied. "We'll get into all of that when I arrive." "Sounds good." "Sit tight, I'll be there as soon as I can." "Understood." He placed the phone back into his pocket before returning to the table once finished. He took a seat back to the same spot he had been before, looking across to see Tasol had now pulled out another set of information. "Is that information on each of the missing victims?" "Stellar guess." Tasol confirmed. "You said you were a detective right?" "Yes." "I must ask, how many cases do you usually take on at once," Shinichi asked. “That’s already three that you’ve got there.” "It depends," Tasol replied. "Though the key is not to overload on too much at once." "Right, that will only take away from the focus." "You hit it right on the nail." "Is missing reports your main area of interest?" "Not necessarily, this just so happens to be what was brought to me in the past few days." “Were all missing reports made in the same city?” “All but one,” Tasol replied. “Two for here in Metropolis and the other being for a missing report on a man from Gotham.” “Gotham huh, that’s where I’ve been staying for the past week or so.” “From the sounds of that I’d say you’re a consistent traveler.” “You could kind of say that.” “You seem rather interested in this stuff,” Tasol said. “You sure landscaping is your thing?” “Been working at it for a time now,” Shinichi said. “It’s something I excel in.” “Whatever keeps the wheels churning.” Tasol said before finally bringing his full attention to the three reports out in front of him. Shinichi did the same, only looking to the many files of his own that had been given to him. It wasn’t until that given moment that it all fully sunk in. “I don’t understand, does this person really want us to investigate this information,” Shinichi thought. “If so why the disguise… I can’t figure out a reason for a move like this to be made, they could have simply left the files with a note attached.” He played through his thoughts for the next minute to come, only side tracking at the sound of a soft chirp. “Was that a bird?” It didn’t take long for that question to be answered, looking across to see Tasol hold a phone to his ear. “That would explain.” The conversation with whoever called lasted all but a couple moments before sliding the phone back into his back pocket. “Interesting choice for a ringtone,” Shinichi commented. “A realistic take if I must say, I like it.” “Most everyone does after hearing it.” Tasol said before reaching for the paperwork. He took little time in stashing all files back into the bag. “Duty calls?” “Something like that.” Once all was in place he zipped the bag shut before standing to his feet. “It was nice meeting you...” “Nogort.” Shinichi reminded. “Yes, Nogort,” Tasol said. “Maybe I’ll see you around some time.” “You never know.” “And with the amount of traveling you do that might just be a possibility.” He looked down at his watch once more. “Don’t want to be late,” Tasol said stepping around the table. “I guess I better get going before I receive another call.” “Have a good one.” Shinichi said. He watched as he made his way toward the bookcase, only to have him fall out of sight soon after. There was something about this man, something he had felt when they first spoke. Was this encounter truly a coincidence? “That man, I have the oddest feeling that I’ve seen him somewhere before,” Shinichi thought. “.. But where?” To Be Continued

Detective Prince Chapter 114 An Offer A time had passed from when he had come to the station. The wait was soon to be over. He looked to the right side of the room in time to see someone walking to the front of the room. “It’s about time.” “Any idea what the opening statements will be?” “Your guess is as good as mine,” Rick replied. “But if I were to say I’d assume it will have something to do with the rates.” “Crime rates?” “Not just that, but all of our readings for the past month,” Rick confirmed. “From our response times to casualties while on the field.” “So what’s the point, to go over how to improve?” “Well stated.” “Not a bad thing to look into on a monthly basis.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Rick said. “We’re now in our second year under this format.” A low tune interrupted their conversation seconds after. “What is that?” “It’s my phone.” Heiji replied removing it from within the top pocket of his jacket. “An important call?” “Not sure.” He laid his eyes down to the incoming call, looking back up at him with the nod of his head. “I had better take this.” “Then go ahead, there’s still plenty of time before it is your turn to speak,” Rick said. “Feel free to step outside if you’d like.” “Thanks,” Heiji said. “I won’t be long.” With that he turned for the automatic doors, finding his way off to the side before answering the call. "Didn't expect to hear from you." "Where are you?" "At the police headquarters," Heiji replied. "Why do you ask?" "Something has come up," Dick replied. "There's something I need you to do." "Sorry to say but I'm kind of locked in at the moment." "Alright, when do you think you'll be done with whatever it is you're doing?" "Can't say," Heiji replied. "There's a little session going on today, how long this meeting is to last is uncertain." "I see." "Tell me, what's going on?" "We've uncovered some new evidence," Dick replied. "There's a certain body we wanted you to examine, a body which is being held at the GCPD examination lab." "I'll put in a word after we're through here," Heiji said. "What's the name of this victim?" "Green," Dick replied. "Salomon Green." "Isn't that the guy who was left with the explosion of his home," Heiji asked. "What do you want me to investigate, there's not much of his remains left as it is." "Never mind it, I'll give you the details later," Dick replied. "Stay there once you're done with the task you're in, I'll be there in forty five." "Ok." "Got to go, I'll see you then." Further discussion was put on hold for the time being, placing the phone into his jacket before turning back for the doors. "What could he want me to find?” This lingered on his mind all the way back into the station. There he rejoined detective Gates who still stood in the same spot, coming to find the meeting had gone underway. "You're back, good," Rick said still looking ahead. "Because you're next." “Is that right?” "The commissioner came over and told me to let you know when you stepped back in." "What's this guy addressing now?" Heiji asked turning his focus to the front of the room. "It's as you predicted," Rick replied. "We're now be given the demographics of last month’s results." "Not a bad way to kick things off." "Not at all.” As blank as things may have been, the investigation would have to wait. The first thing that needed to be done was to get a hold of him as soon as possible. He held the phone to his ear, listening as it rang. "Come on, answer." To his fortune the ringing finally came to a close, replaced by his voice from the other end. "I was expecting you'd call, what took you?" "Shinichi, where are you?" "At library," Shinichi replied. "Does it matter?" "What about Conner," Tim asked. "Is he with you?" "Not currently," Shinichi said noticing a change in tone. "Is everything alright?" "I know this may sound crazy, but listen to me," Tim said. "That person you're with, it's not him." "What do you mean?" "I just spoke with Conner," Tim informed. "He just returned from a trip which had him in New York for the past two days." "What?" "This is no joke." "If that is true, then who is the person I was with for the past day?" "We're in the process of figuring that out," Tim replied. "If that imposter reappears just stay casual." "That won't be hard to do." "When was the last time you saw him?" "Last night while at the hotel." "What were you doing at a hotel?" "He said it'd be closer than heading out to his place." "Figures, since he wasn't really who he said he was." "I don't get," Shinichi said. "The person who came to the manor obviously knew who I was, even Damian for that matter.” “That also must mean they have knowledge of our association.” “That can’t be good.” “It’s not.” “Is there anyone you have in mind who this guy could be?” “That’s a long list,” Tim replied. “But given the circumstances it would appear someone has been watching us.” “That was my initial thought after you brought this information to me.” “Sit tight, you’ll be hearing back from me soon.” “Are you certain about all of this,” Shinichi questioned. “You don’t think he might have been kidding around?” “Not his style.” “I didn’t think so,” Shinichi said. “Now that I think about it, there was something off about him.” “What do you mean?” “Let’s just say his decision to go to a hotel won’t be the only thing that sticks out.” “Contact me if this mystery guy rejoins you,” Tim said. “Right now I’m going to go and look into the matter.” “I’ll be waiting,” Shinichi said. “Give me an update when you can.” “Of course.” He ended the transmission with the click of a button, lowering the phone down into his pocket. “How did he take it?” Alfred asked. “Relatively well considering,” Tim replied. “But with all facts known that does raise questions.” “Indeed it does.” “What about the names given to you by Shinichi,” Tim asked. “Have you run a search on any of them as of yet?” “Yes.” “And the results?” “They’re heart attack victims just as he said they would be.” “So the documents given to him must hold some truth,” Tim said. “But there must be a catch.” “What do you mean,” Damian questioned. “You heard Pennyworth yourself; the information given to Kudo came up to be true.” “But the person who gave him the information clearly wishes for their identity to be left a secret,” Tim said. “But who are they, and how did they know we’d be able to help with the situation?” “It’s just like I heard you mention,” Damian said. “Someone’s probably been keeping an eye on us.” “Maybe, but I highly doubt it,” Tim said. “One of us would have noticed by now if that were truly the case.” “Then what do you think?” “I don’t know for sure, but if I had to put my money on something I’d say we’re dealing with someone who’s had prior knowledge on us.” “I’m inclined to agree,” Alfred said. “I think now would be a good time to let Master Bruce in on the situation.” “Yes, he’s needs to know,” Tim agreed. “Dick does as well.” "Would you like me to make the call?" "Yes," Tim replied. "There's something I need to attend to." "What might that be?" Damian asked out of curiosity. "The number that registered to my phone was Conner's," Tim said. "You wouldn’t have even believed it wasn’t him after hearing the message." "So what's your point?" "I'm going to trace and find where the signal came from," Tim replied. "With any luck that will lead us to the one that we seek." "And how long do you think it will take before results are reached?" "If all goes smooth, no more than a day," Tim said in response. "You can bet on it." He turned for the door, hearing his voice once more after making a move toward the door. "What about Shinichi?" Alfred questioned "What about him?" "In the light of this all shouldn't we be looking to bring him back?" "No, not yet," Tim replied. "I say we hold off on any actions taken until we know more." "I can't say I agree with that decision." "Unless Bruce sees otherwise we'll hold off on that for now." Knowing there wasn't much more time to spare he reached down for his phone on his way out of the room. After a short period of waiting his turn had finally come. The speaker from before stepped away from the front of the room. He followed them as they walked, unsure of who it was. "Is that the lieutenant I was told who would speak first?" "He actually wasn't able to make it in at this time," Detective Gates answered. "He's currently still monitoring the situation at the mall." “Must have been a larger stand off than I thought.” “It’s bound to be covered on the night news, if you’re interested you should be able to get details about the story then.” “Hopefully no one got hurt.” “Not to my knowledge.” It was at that given moment that he saw him heading to the front of the room at the corner of his eyes. He regained his focus for what was to come next. “Alright everyone,” James said upon taking to the left side of the room. “Now that we’ve got the monthly routine in the books it’s time we pressed on to more important matters.” “Will we be discussing the details about today’s hold up at the mall?” An unnamed officer asked. “What about the increasing action towards the east side?” Another questioned. “We’ll get to all of that,” James assured. “But first I’d like to touch base with a problem, one which has affected the entire city from since it began.” “Would you happen to be referring to that incident that occurred at the Futures Building sir?” The officer standing directly across asked. He nodded in confirmation. “As you all know there’s been uproar over the activities of a certain individual,” James began. “The person we now have come to know as Kaitou Kid, a highly skilled and deceitful thief.” He paused for a moment, looking through the crowd until he caught sight of Heiji. Once this was accomplished he continued on. “It is a known fact that Kaitou Kid has no plans on stopping, this is all evident from what we’ve uncovered in the latest riddle,” James said. “It’s also a fact we aren’t very familiar with him, something that needed to be admitted, which is why we’ve now looked to a means of support.” “Means of support?” One questioned. The commissioner simply smiled, looking toward him with a wave of the hand. “Hattori,” James said. “Why don’t you come up here and introduce yourself?” Just as he was to take a step forward he felt a nudge from his left side, glimpsing back to see detective Gates give him the thumbs up. “Good luck up there.” With that he moved on, finding himself an open lane leading to the front of the room. “Who is this guy?” One whispered. “No idea.” Another replied. “Probably someone from the south side division.” A third to the right spoke. All would soon be answered. He arrived to the front of the room soon after, turning to face all those who looked on. “This is it, can’t mess this up.” He removed his hands from his pocket before releasing a friendly smile for all to see. “It’s a pleasure to be with you all here today,” Heiji finally spoke. “As difficult as this situation has been I’m here to shed some much needed light.” “What’s your name?” A woman asked from across. “Hattori,” Heiji replied with the turn of his cap to the back side. “Heiji Hattori.” “He’s a young gifted detective from Japan,” James added. “He’s been on this case from the start, even before it was revealed who was behind it all.” “I’m sorry for not keeping up with the situation sir,” Someone located at the back of the room spoke. “I’m aware this guy is a thief, but where did these heists of his originate?” “Yea,” Another said in agreement. “I hadn’t even heard of this guy up until two nights ago.” “Tokyo Japan,” Heiji answered. “That’s where it all kick started.” “And that’s exactly why he has been brought in to assist us in the case.” James said. “I dug up information on this Kaitou Kid this morning,” The same woman from before spoke. “It was said that his interests were towards valuable jewels and high priced objects to the eye, so why the change to the tech which was witnessed at the Futures Building?” “That is something that has yet to be determined,” Heiji replied. “But rest assured that very question will soon be answered.” “Got it.” She said taking note of this. “Will there be any more questions?” James asked. He took the next second to scour the room, finding everyone was intent on moving on to hear what was to be said next. “Alright then,” James said turning back to face him. “The floor’s yours.” “Where would you like me to begin?” “The details of the case,” James replied. “Go over everything you’ve collected up until this point.” “Followed by everything there is to know about Kid,” Heiji said turning back to face those standing before him. “Works for me.” Over an hour had passed from the time he had set out. He patiently sat at the end of the bed in wait for his return. Not wishing to sit in complete silence any more he reached for the TV remote. Upon tossing it off to the side after turning it off a knock could be heard at the door. “It’s about time.” He wasted no time in making his way over, opening the door on contact. “How unusual of you.” Kaito said stepping in past him. “What was that?” Konosuke said closing the door behind him. “You didn’t bother to peep out to see who was outside of the door before opening,” Kaito replied. “With our current situation I think that would be a good idea in the future.” “You seem rather up tight.” “Not at all,” Kaito assured heading further into the room. “Let’s just remember we’re being monitored, who knows when that guy may choose to reveal himself.” “If ever.” He stopped once reaching the TV, finding it hard to ignore what was being showcased. “What in the world are you watching?” “What do you mean?” Konosuke questioned after coming to his side. He laid his eyes to the TV as well, finding what appeared to be an angry mountain talking with a smiling bright sun. “I’ve heard of trying to help pass the time, but this one’s out past the stars,” Kaito remarked. “Even for you Jii.” “That must have been on when I turned the television on just now.” “Just as I arrived, what a coincidence.” Kaito said with noticeable sarcasm. “How did things go with your return to the train station?” “Everything is a go,” Kaito replied. “I’ll be sure to show you where I want you to be come tonight.” “How early do you plan on heading back?” “We’ll wait until nine,” Kaito replied. “Not too early, but still gives us enough time to get everything set.” He took a seat at the end of the bed closest to the balcony door, slouching over with much on his mind. “You forgot to take your phone with you when you left.” He waited, expecting to receive a response. Feeling a bit concerned he took a step toward him. “Master Kuroba?” “So I left my phone, what of it?” “She called again,” Konosuke informed. “Your mother.” “…” “When do you plan on returning her calls,” Konosuke asked. “You haven’t spoken with her in almost ten days.” “What exactly am I supposed to tell her,” Kaito questioned. “That I’m on some wild safari for an upcoming class project?” “That could work.” Konosuke smilingly replied. “I highly doubt she’d find that all too convincing,” Kaito said. “But if it makes you feel any better I plan on getting back to her at some point here in the next day or so.” “I figured you would,” Konosuke said. “Now, why don’t you get some rest before tonight’s occasion?” “No thanks,” Kaito replied. “Not when there’s still work to be done, we still have yet to crack the riddle.” “The riddle?” It took no more than ten minutes for the speech to come to a close. He stood at his side through the whole process, pleased at what was said in his closing statement. “Will that be all?” “Yes,” Heiji replied. “I have nothing further to add.” “At ease,” James said laying a hand to his shoulder. “You did good, very well at that.” “You said something before.” “What’s that?” “Yesterday,” Heiji reminded. “You said this would be the day when we made it official.” “Oh yes,” James recalled. “That’s right.” “What did you mean by that?” “You’ll know soon enough,” James replied. “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you meet me outside after I’m through here.” “Works for me,” Heiji said. “How long are we talking?” “How does thirty minutes sound?” “I’ll be there.” “Then I’ll see you out there.” It was at that given time that they were interrupted by two other officers, both who seemed intent on speaking with the commissioner himself. Seeing this he took this time to make his way to the right from where he stood, heading back into the direction of the door. Halfway through the crowd he felt a tug at his side, turning in time to see him hold out a hand to pat him on the shoulder. “Good job,” Rick congratulated. “Couldn’t have done it better myself.” “Thanks.” “I saw you speaking with Gordon just now before leaving the front,” Rick said. “What was that about, if you don’t mind me asking.” “Just something he plans to tell me,” Heiji replied. “He hasn’t exactly told me what as of yet.” “So it’s one of those things huh,” Rick said. “Happens on occasion.” Without warning he turned for the door. “Hey, where are you going?” Heiji asked watching as he walked. “Out for a quick break,” Rick replied. “There’s this little place about a mile from here I like to visit, I’d have asked if you wanted to come along but it would appear business isn’t quite done here for you.” “Even if I didn’t I still have more to do,” Heiji said. “A lot more at that.” “I’m not surprised,” Rick said continuing back for the door. “See you around kid.” He walked out past the doors, falling out of sight soon after. In the wake of this Heiji returned to the same wall he had found comfort in upon first arriving, waiting there for the commissioner to wrap up his current discussion. Over forty minutes had passed from the time the latest information had been gathered. Regardless of what was learned he continued the search of the names given to him. “How many have you gotten through?” “Twelve in all,” Alfred replied. “And several more to go.” “Any common link between any of them?” “Once all information is finalized I’ll sort them,” Alfred replied. “Then we can go down the list to check for similarities.” “How much longer?” “These things take time,” Alfred answered. “I don’t have an exact estimation for you.” “Would this go by quicker if someone else were to help?” “Yes,” Alfred replied. “I’ll have your father pitch in when he returns, I’m sure this is a matter he’d want to look into himself.” “No doubt.” The sound of the front door opening in the opposite room alerted the two, letting them know someone had entered. "He's back sooner than expected." "I'll go out and greet him." Damian volunteered. Eager to give him the news he wasted no time in making his way out of the room. He crossed paths with him upon reaching the bottom of the staircase. "You're home earlier than expected." "Where is everyone else," Bruce asked. "Are you the only one here?" "Pennyworth is in the bookroom waiting for you." "Go and let him know I'll be there shortly." Bruce said before pushing past for the stairs. "I think you had better come now," Damian said. "Something drastic has come up." He stopped after taking a second step up the stairs, turning back to head for the bookroom. "Walk with me." Bruce instructed. He followed him with nothing needing to be said. They arrived into the room soon there after to see him sitting in front of the computer. "Damian said you had something important to bring to me." "That is correct," Alfred confirmed. "It seems we have an unexpected problem on our hands." "What kind of problem?" "It has to do with yesterday’s visitor." Alfred informed. "Yesterday’s visitor?" "Yes," Alfred confirmed. "The one who Shinichi left with." "Didn’t he leave with Kon?” "It would appear that wasn't the case." "Are you saying he left with someone we don't know?" "In short, yes." "How can you be sure of this?" "Drake was the one to bring it into the light for the rest of us." Damian informed. "Where is he now?" "He left to investigate the situation further." "And what of Shinichi?" “Still in Metropolis sir.” Alfred answered. “Does he know about the situation?” “Yes,” Alfred replied. “He was one of the first to be alerted after we found out.” “Good.” “Don’t you think we had better call for his return to Gotham?” “No.” He was caught by surprise, looking up from the computer screen to face him. “Why not?” “Isn’t it obvious,” Bruce said. “We need to find out who this guy is.” “I understand,” Alfred said. “So does this mean you’ll be making a trip to Metropolis yourself?” “No, there’s too much going on here as it is,” Bruce replied. “I’ll send one of the others to look into the situation, we need to handle this quickly while we still have leverage.” “That would probably be a good idea.” “How was this all figured?” “It would appear Tim received a call from Conner himself,” Alfred replied. “How things ensued from there is unknown to me.” “I’ll have to speak to him about that myself,” Bruce said before looking to change the subject. “I was surprised to find you at work in here, what’s this you have in front of you?” “Names of the victims given to me from Shinichi,” Alfred replied. “Those who suffered heart attacks.” “How can we be sure any of that information at this point is legit,” Damian stated. “After all the source from which it came is now in question.” “Which is why I’ve taken the liberty of running a background check on all,” Alfred informed. “All have come up clear thus far.” “How many more profiles do you have to go through?” Bruce asked. “Quite a few,” Alfred replied. “If all goes accordingly I should be done by evenings end.” “Don’t bother,” Bruce said. “I’ll take over.” “Nonsense, you have enough to worry about as it is,” Alfred said. “Like finding out what this mystery man’s intentions are.” “I’ve already figured that much.” Bruce said turning back for the door. “You have?” Damian asked. “Yes,” Bruce confirmed. “The only thing left to determine is the who and why.” “What do you mean?” He said nothing in response, only one thing on his mind on his way out past the door. “No time for an explanation?” “You know how he can be at times like this.” "You think he really knows what this guy has planned?" "There was no hesitation in his voice," Alfred replied. "I wouldn't bet against it." Several minutes had passed from the time he had given his speech. He had found himself out in front of the headquarters, waiting in the place the both of them had agreed they would meet. During the duration of this his phone vibrated from the top pocket in his jacket. Not looking to begin another conversation. The sound of the station doors yards back could clearly be heard after opening. He didn't choose to look back, only taking moments for him to sight two officers walk past. It had only been roughly ten minutes from the time he had found a spot outside, surprised at the sudden sound of someone stepping up to his left side. "I had a feeling you wouldn't be hard to find." "You're earlier than I thought you'd be," Heiji said facing him. "I thought for sure you'd be in there for at least another ten minutes." "We finished early," James replied. ""Which was good since we all have work to attend to." "That can't be stressed enough." "You've done very well til now, well enough to gain my praise along with those who have gotten the chance to work with you during this short time." "I try to do my best." "I've noticed," James said. "Which is why I’ve asked you here." “I’m listening.” “I’d like to make you an offer.” "An offer?" To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 113 Deceived Standing back was the first move made, allowing for him to enter the room. There was much he wanted to ask. He closed the door before looking to attend to just that. “Wherever have you been Master Kuroba?” “I spent the night at another motel two miles from here.” “Why,” Konosuke asked. “I don’t understand.” “I didn’t want to run the risk of them trailing me back here.” “What do you mean by they,” Konosuke questioned. “You wouldn’t happen to be referring to the people you followed last night would you?” “Yes.” “Why am I not surprised.” “If it makes you feel any better things went fairly well,” Kaito said. “Even better than I had hoped on my first night out.” “I figured that much when I saw your expression upon your return.” “I apologize if I had you worried.” “Don’t mention it, I now understand the circumstances,” Konosuke said. “You mentioned something when I first opened the door.” “Huh?” “We’re in,” Konosuke recalled. “Those were your first words to me.” “Oh, that’s right,” Kaito said. “Believe it or not we might have a chance of getting our hands on the Networks Pivotal Equalizer sooner rather than later.” “What an unexpected development,” Konosuke said. “Please do explain.” “To make a long story short the guys I was following are friends of Marco Gaffney.” “That’s the man you chose to frame with that scheme at the Futures Building right?” “Correct,” Kaito confirmed. “The good thing is they know nothing about that my involvement.” “And how do you plan to get a hold of the Networks Pivotal Equalizer?” “This is where it gets interesting,”Kaito said. “The three that I was following after were joined by a fourth individual.” “And?” “If I’m not mistaken I’d say he’s an outside guy,” Kaito replied. “Someone who does business with them on several fronts.” “What do you mean by them?” “The Blackgaters,” Kaito clarified. “One of the more well known gangs in this town.” “You don’t mean?” “That’s right, the three I encountered were all members of the Blackgate gang,” Kaito confirmed. “Beesto and Jackson, those were the names of two of the members I encountered.” “And the third?” “Oh yes, the woman,” Kaito said. “Unfortunately I wasn’t able to get her name… there was something different about her.” “Something different?” “After I allowed myself to be discovered she was the only one who showed no emotion to the situation, even when I pulled the gun on them.” “You had a gun?” “I’ll explain later,” Kaito promised. “But back to the subject, it was almost as if she knew I had been following them.” “Did you exchange words with this woman?” “No,” Kaito replied. “Nor did she say anything to her comrades the whole time I watched them.” “Perhaps a disability with either hearing or speaking?” “Highly doubtful, but not something I’d completely write off,” Kaito replied. “It doesn’t help when no one within the group addressed her directly.” “I wonder why that is.” “That’s the least of our concerns,” Kaito said. “Right now we should be preparing for tonight’s meeting.” “What meeting?” “The one I’m set to have with Beesto and Mr. Samlong.” “Who’s Mr. Samlong?” “The man I spoke of,” Kaito replied. “The one to have joined the three shortly after I began to follow them.” “You say they have information to give about the Networks Pivotal Equalizer,” Konosuke said. “But what’s the catch, I doubt they’d be willing to give this information for free.” “You’re absolutely right,” Kaito said. “They want me to give them the one responsible for framing Marco Gaffney.” “But that would mean bringing.” “Yes,” Kaito said before he could finish. “That would mean bringing Kaitou Kid into the center of things.” “Are you sure that is a good idea,” Konosuke questioned. “There are other options that can be taken.” “None that will get us the Networks Equalizer any quicker than this,” Kaito said in response. “You know that as well as I do.” “…” “In any case have you heard from our... friend since my departure?” “No,” Konosuke replied. “There has been no word from the contractor since the last time the two of you spoke.” “Good.” “What about this evidence you spoke of?” “What’s that?” “The evidence you plan to give them in exchange for the information we seek.” Konosuke reminded. “Video footage.” “Video footage of what?” “From when that diamond I left in place of the G3 Power Emitter was originally taken from the museum.” “I didn’t know you had your hands on that.” “Well of course,” Kaito said. “After stealing the diamond I made sure to remove all video feedback from the cameras that were rolling at the time.” “I take it you still have this footage.” “All neatly tucked away in the bottom drawer there.” Kaito confirmed pointing to the right side. “I would have expected nothing less,” Konosuke said. “But aren’t you concerned in the least?” “In a sense,” Kaito admitted. “There’s always the chance they could back off on the deal.” “Have you put any thought into the case of that?” "Let's just say I'm still contemplating on the matter." "If you should know I'd be more than willing to help you with this." "That might not be a bad idea." "Where do you plan on meeting with this bunch?" "At the same spot as last night," Kaito replied. "A train station where I originally confronted them." "I think it'd be a good idea if you headed down there before tonight’s occasion." "That's something to think about." "So, would you like me to come along?" "I'd hate to make them uncomfortable." "I meant only in a distant role." "You know, that might actually prove to be beneficial," Kaito said. " "Does that mean you agree?" "Yes, as long as you stay out of sight." "That was always going to be the plan." "We have several hours between now and then," Kaito said. "We had better get started with our preparation." He nodded his head in agreement, knowing this was a crucial stage in the process. An hour and ten minutes had now passed from the time he had found his way to the station. When he was to arrive was the question of the day. He stood with his back rested to the wall, looking up in time to see detective Gates rejoin him. "That didn't take long at all." "I told you it wouldn't be," Rick said. "You sure you want to stand around here, we've got chairs in the waiting area if you would prefer." "No thanks, I’m fine." "Your call." "You asked me about my involvement before." "What's that?" "Do you plan on taking the floor when all is set up as well?" "There would be no real reason," Rick replied. "As far as I know I'm only a spectator for the day." “And here I thought you might have wanted to put in a word on the situation,” Heiji said. “After all you’ve been working this case from the beginning yourself, even before I arrived in town.” “I’ve never been good with words,” Rick admitted. “I’ll leave the public speaking for you to handle.” “Your loss.” “Do you know what you’re going to say?” “You know, I haven’t really given much thought to that,” Heiji replied. “Then again I’m not sure which grounds they wanted me to cover on the matter.” “It’s no big deal,” Rick said. “I’m sure Commissioner Gordon will let you know ahead of time.” “That’s what I was thinking.” “Anyhow I fished up with another case I had been working for the past week.” “Is that right?” “With the extra time on my hands I should be able to help more with the ongoing case involving this thief.” “That’s good to know,” Heiji said. “The more people involved with this the better.” He looked down at his watch once more to check the time, hearing the sound of the entrance doors slide open. He looked across the way to see several officers walk in, the last being the commissioner himself. “Here we go,” Rick said. “Maybe now things will get started.” The two of them watched as the group headed all the way to the far side of the room before finally coming to a stop. Conversation ensued amongst the group almost immediately after. “What do you think’s going on over there?” “Can’t really say,” Rick replied. “My guess would be that they’re collaborating on any last minute adjustments to be made before we’re to begin.” “That might be the case.” “Regardless they’re here,” Rick said. “Which means we won’t have much longer to wait.” “You’re most certainty right.” “In the mean time I’d like to hear about your most recent episode.” “What’s that?” Heiji questioned with the lift of a brow. “Nano High,” Rick replied. “I want to know what happened, from your perspective.” Ten minutes had now passed from the time they had spoken. He patiently awaited the call that was soon to come, spending those passing minutes to continue his analysis of everything laid out in front of him. The information being processed sealed further into his mind the more he went through, diagnosing it to the core. “It’s all here, the symptoms all the way to the after affect,” Shinichi thought. “The only thing that now remains is to pin point a cause.” Through the thick of it all he eased back in the seat, looking to the ceiling as if to find an answer, one which would seemingly never come. The vibration of his phone caught him by surprise, reaching out to the table to grab hold of it. “I’m still here.” Shinichi said glad to hear back from him. “All is ready to go with the system,” Alfred informed. “The only thing that remains is for you to give me the names that you wish for me to run through the search engine.” “Loud and clear,” Shinichi said reaching down for the file case. “I have an idea that would speed up this process.” “I’m open to any ideas you may have in mind.” “Do you have an email?” “Well of course.” “Good, then we’re good to go.” “What did you have in mind?” “Give me the name,” Shinichi replied “You’ll understand the rest soon enough.” He listened to what was told for those next minutes, becoming more interested by the second. "I had heard detective Galldon was there, I guess it was true." "He was on top of the situation the whole time," Heiji said. "You couldn't ask for more out of someone." "I'm shocked to hear that Grahm was the one to set that all up, then go as far to kill his own brother," Rick stated. "That there is some twisted stuff." "That's how most felt." "What do you think will happen to the girl?" "That is yet to be seen," Heiji replied. "Only time will tell." "How did everyone else take it?" "It's going to be a long road for recovery, longer for some," Heiji replied. "Positioning at the company is another thing to look out for going forward." "Which is to be expected." It was at that given moment that they looked across the room in time to see Commissioner Gordon heading into their direction. They didn't say anything further, simply waiting for his arrival. "Good afternoon gentlemen." "To you as well." Rick said in response. "I'm glad to see you were able to make it here Hattori." "No way I was going to miss this." "How long have the two of you been waiting?" "A good enough time," Heiji replied. "But I'm ready whenever all is set to go." "We're still a couple minutes from getting everything in line before we can begin." "We thought that much." "There's a couple things the lieutenant would like to address first before you take the floor." "Since we're on the topic I wanted to know what you wanted me to say exactly," Heiji said. "There's a number of ways I could go with this." "What did you have in mind?" "Going through all details once again in this case is what I had in mind," Heiji began. "You can never nitpick at something too much when it comes to certain situations, Kaitou Kid being one of them." "And the other?" "Another route to take would be to focus strictly on the thief, from known interests to common tendencies." "I don't see why you can't cover both topics." Rick said. "He's right," James agreed. "The more familiar people are with this Kid thief and the situation the better." "What about time?" "Not at all," James replied. "You can take whatever time you need." "Then it's settled," Heiji decided. "I'll do a full round house." "Good," James said. "I have a few things to get cleared up, but I'll be back to let you know when you're up." "And I'll be here." "As will I." Rick said. With that he made his way back to the other side of the room, rejoining the others he had entered the headquarters with. "Not much longer to go, pity Kudo isn’t here," Heiji thought. "This is right down his alley." The sky was just as he heard it’d be from watching the morning news. The sun was partially blocked by a group of clouds to his delight, making for a cooler journey up the roadside. The destination came into sight soon after, picking up speed after passing a bump in the road. He arrived at the front gate soon after, surprised to find it open. “It’s open, that must mean someone’s here.” He drove in past the gate, parking off to the left side before stepping off of the bike with the removal of the helmet. He immediately made his way toward the house, taking his time up the long fleet of stairs. Once at the top he gave the doorbell a ring. After waiting for nearly a half minute he gave it a second ring. Still there was no response. “Maybe I should have called first, but with the gate open you’d think at least one person would be here.” Wondering if something could be wrong he reached out for the door knob. Before his hand could make contact the door slid open. “Well look who it is.” “Damian.” Tim said less than enthusiastic to see him. “What are you doing here?” “I have some information I’d like to juggle with the others,” Tim answered. “Is anyone else here besides you?” “Pennyworth is in the book room.” “And Bruce?” “You missed him about twenty minutes ago,” Damian informed. “Him and Grayson went out to look into something.” “Any idea when they’ll be back?” Tim asked walking in past him. “Didn’t ask, don’t care.” “Never mind,” Tim said heading for the bookroom. “I’ll worry about that later.” Curious as to what brought him to the house he decided to follow him. They arrived to the door soon after, walking in to find him sitting in front of a computer that had been set up at the desk. “Hope you don’t mind me joining you.” “I thought I heard voices,” Alfred said looking up to see the two. “What brings you here?” “There’s something I wanted to go over with Bruce,” Tim replied. “But since he’s not currently here I thought I’d go over this with you.” “I’d love to,” Alfred said. “That is after I’m done here.” “What are you working on?” Tim asked moving further into the room. “Something that detective friend of yours has him looking into.” Damian replied finding a spot to stand near the wall. “What does he have you searching up?” Tim asked finding his way to his side. “A list of names,” Alfred replied before looking back to the computer. “Names which were gathered from the case file he currently has possession of.” “I see,” Tim said. “And what is the content of your searches on each?” “I’m still in the process of figuring that out,” Alfred replied. “The key is to find common ground between all victims.” “I see, you’re trying to pin point a cause.” “In short, yes,” Alfred confirmed. “Though the possibilities are wide as of now, there’s no telling if the cause is by an activity these people have participated in or even a location they might have visited.” “When’s the last you talked with Shinichi?” “No longer than ten minutes ago.” “And did he tell you what he came by after looking over those files given to him?” “No,” Alfred replied. “He only sent me a list of all the names through email and asked for me to run a background check on all.” “Guess I’ll have to contact him to find out.” “That’s not a bad idea.” “Damian said Bruce left with Dick a short time ago,” Tim said looking to change the subject. “Would you happen to know where they took off to?” “I don’t know where they went, but I do know why,” Alfred replied. “It would appear something has come up in the case of Salomon Green.” “Hold on, isn’t that the guy who was found dead in his home last week?” “That is correct.” “I wonder what they could have possibly come by.” “Whatever it is I’m sure it was something of importance.” “What makes you say that?” Tim asked looking back his way. “Upon his arrival it took only a minute for the two to head out for the road,” Alfred informed. “Master Bruce said he’d call once all was taken care of.” “I wonder what that could mean.” That given moment brought the ring of his phone from below. He reached down to grab it, answering to hear a familiar voice from the other side. “I saw that you called, sorry it took so long to get back to you.” “What do you mean?” Tim questioned. “You tried reaching me yesterday right?” “And I did,” Tim said. “We already spoke sometime after three, don’t you remember?” “That would have been impossible, being that my phone was out of power at that time.” “… Where are you?” “I just returned home, I was out in New York for the past two days.” “What?” “I told you that’d I’d be out there for a day or so the last we talked, don’t you remember?” “That must mean…” “The sound in your tone, is everything alright?” “Keep your phone on, I’ll be contacting you soon,” Tim stated. “Something isn’t right.” “Mind telling me what?” “You’ll know as soon as I do.” “Get back to me as soon as possible.” “Will do.” With that he hung up, frozen with one question on his mind. “What is going on?” “Master Timothy,” Alfred said regaining his attention. “Is everything alright?” “It would appear not to be.” “Who was that you spoke with?” Damian asked. “It was Conner.” Tim replied turning to face him. “So what’s the problem?” “He claims he had been in New York for the past two days,” Tim informed. “If that is true, who was the man who accompanied Shinichi to Metropolis?” To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 112 A Membership of Uncertainty Their voices could clearly be heard now. He eased himself against the wall before sliding down, getting himself into position for what was to come. The voice that could be heard next was softer in pitch, one which he didn’t recognize. “Now that we’ve come to a decision, why don’t you have a look at the contents?” He took another peak out, coming to find the older man who had joined the three was the one who had now taken the floor. “He mentioned a decision being made, I wonder what he could be talking about.” It was then that of the large man standing across brought a hand to his chin, clearly in thought with what to say in response. Kaito then looked further to the right, laying his eyes onto the man who had been referred to as Jackson before. “That makes three of them, but where’s the last?” That thought was put to a rest in the moments that followed, barely catching sight of her aside the right wall in the darkened area of the room. Once all were accounted for he directed his attention back to the center of the room, waiting for something further to be said. “Well?” “The bag, open it.” “Why’s that,” The older man asked. “You don’t trust what I have to serve?” “You know that’s for proper cautionary, especially with what happened with the right eye.” “I understand your point,” He said lowering the bag down to the ground while dropping to a knee. “I’ll let you see the sublimates, but only that of the top gear.” “Alright then, let’s see it.” “Very well.” He did what was asked of him, reaching across his body to zip the bag open. The top pocket was then held up, revealing what was inside. Though he couldn’t see what was inside the bag from his position the smirk that could be seen across the big man’s face told a story in itself. “That can’t be good.” After this came to pass the bag was zipped shut. The smirk that came across his face could clearly be seen as he stood back to his feet. "So Beesto, what do you think?" The old man asked. "Beesto, that makes two." "My expectations were reached," The man now known as Beesto said in response. "In fact you may have exceeded them, but at the end of the day it doesn't matter what I think." "True." "Jackson." Beesto said turning toward the spiky hared man. "What is it?" "Call Hue to let him know we have a full hands on." "You think he'll respond at this time?" "Why wouldn't he?" "He's been out of town on important business for the past two days." "I know, he's out there on behalf of Mr. Edmund's wishes." "Never heard of the guy," Jackson admitted. "What does he specialize in?" "The boss man never told me, nor did I ask," Beesto replied. "Some things are left in the dark when it comes to these things." "So when should I expect to hear back from Mr. Hue?" The old man asked redirecting his attention back his way. "That is yet to be determined, but I'll be sure to have him phone you the next time I speak with him." “That would be most appreciated." “And I appreciate you coming here on such short notice Mr. Samlong.” “I wouldn’t have had it any other way,” He replied. “This suited an already busy schedule just perfectly.” "Now that we've got that all sorted, what's the plan for Gaffney?" Jackson asked. "They've already got the money needed for his set bail," Beesto informed. "The next task is to determine how his finger prints got onto that diamond which was left for the police to find at that opening.” "How do we know he didn't steal it in the first place?" "He seemed pretty adamant that he didn't." "And you believe him?" "Of course, he's a well trusted friend,” Beesto replied. “There is no reason for me to doubt his claim.” “That’s a lot of confidence for an individual who’s prints were found on the stolen diamond wouldn’t you say?” All turned at the sound of an unknown voice except for the woman who continued to stare at the ground. It had clearly come from around the corner. “Who’s there,” Jackson snapped. “Show yourself!” They received nothing, not even a sound to be heard. Just as Beesto was to make a move back for the stairs someone stepped out from the staircase, his eyes widening after seeing who now stood before him. “It’s that guy,” Jackson said with the clutch of his fist. “He followed us here.” Lightening the tempo he raised his head with a smile for all to see. “It doesn’t take a detective to figure that… Jackson is it?” “Why you!” Before he had a chance to storm forward Beesto held up a hand which negated anything that he may have had on his mind. “Hold your position Jackson,” Beesto instructed. “We don’t want to cause a scene, that will only call for an unnecessary audience.” “So you’re the guy calling the shots after all,” Kaito said. “I figured that much from what I observed.” “You’ve made one bad decision in coming here.” “That is yet to be seen.” “You have officially ten seconds to tell me why you’ve followed us.” “Isn’t that rather self-explanatory,” Kaito said in response. “There’s a series of things that have brought me here, but nothing bigger than a common goal.” “Who are you?” “We’ll get to that soon enough.” “I’m not one for patience,” Beesto said showing a change in tone. “Why have you followed us here?” “Who cares,” Jackson said. “He obviously has no intent on telling us, I say we do him in now.” “Quiet Jackson.” "I'd listen to your boss,” Kaito said looking his way. “You wouldn't want to make him anymore up tight than he already is." "You have a smart mouth," Beesto stated. "Maybe even borderline cocky." "I wouldn't exactly label myself cocky.” "Let's drop the short talk and get straight to the point," Beesto said. "Who sent you and why?" "Who says I’m here on behalf of someone’s agenda?" "I'm certain you didn't follow us on your own accordance," Beesto said in response. "Now I'm going to ask you again, who sent you?" The grin from before returned. He removed the bag from his shoulder which hung in place from the strap, letting it fall to the ground. He then turned his cap to the back side before giving him his full attention. "I’m sensing a heat of frustration?" "You're pushing it kid." "I apologize for circling around the point of why I'm here,” Kaito said. “But if anyone is going to be asking any questions, it's me." "What was that?” "Must I repeat myself?" "I've heard enough nonsense from you." He reached down to his side, feeling his prized possession was nowhere to be found. "You appear to be missing something." Kaito took no time in pointing out. "I've heard enough!" Jackson spat. He immediately reached for something that had been tucked away in his back pocket, waving it out in front to reveal a mini mirror. "What is this about?” He flicked both of his wrists, all three watching as a pair of birds took flight from the sleeves they had been hidden away in. This gave him the distraction he needed, listening as two shots were fired in the direction of the birds. Taking advantage of this he dropped down to a knee with the release of the mirror, reaching into the bag to grab hold of the taken weapon before standing back to his feet. "Nobody move,” Kaito said holding the weapon out in front. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." "My gun," Beesto muttered. “He must have taken it when we collided earlier.” "Big mistake pal." Jackson said aiming his gun directly at him. "Not a smart move," The man addressed as Samlong said before drawing out a gun as well. "You're out numbered.” "You're right,” Kaito admitted “The numbers aren’t in my favor." "Why does he seem so calm?" Jackson thought. "I'd drop the gun if I were you," Samlong said. "Only chance this ends even half well for you." "I beg to differ." “I don’t think you quite understand the situation,” Jackson said taking a step forward. “The both of us are armed.” “As am I.” “Yes, but there are two of us,” Samlong reminded. “If you shoot one of us the other will only do the same to you.” “You’re absolutely right,” Kaito agreed. “That wouldn’t be the smartest move on my part.” “Everything you’ve done up until this point has been absurd,” Samlong stated with the gun still tight in hand. “Now why don’t you try and make it right for yourself and tell us why you’re here.” “Perhaps you didn’t hear me before,” Kaito said aiming the gun to the right wall. “I’ll be the one asking the questions from here on out.” “That’s a bold statement for someone who’s now left himself completely vulnerable for attack.” Jackson said. “Is that what you think?” “It doesn’t matter what either of us thinks,” Samlong replied. “Now drop the gun, you have five seconds to comply.” “I’d do as he says.” Jackson said with a grin of his own falling into place. “Shhhh… do you hear that?” Kaito asked with no shortage of confidence to display “You’re only delaying the inevitable with this directionless chatter of yours,” Beesto stated. “At this point I no longer have any interest in hearing what you have to say.” “Give me the word and I’ll pull the trigger.” Jackson said with much delight in his voice. “Go ahead,” Kaito said. “But I can’t assure you that the pain you inflict won’t cause me to pull the trigger.” He looked into the direction of where his gun was pointed, seeing nothing but a wall shadowed off by darkness. “What on earth are you blabbing about now?” “Listen, can’t you hear it.” Kaito said with a long pause. “I’ve heard enough of this madness.” “The wall,” Kaito said finally breaking the plane on what he had been hinting at. “Can’t you hear the current, the one flowing through the pipes?” “Is this your attempt at buying some kind of time,” Beesto questioned. “I hardly see what that has to do with anything.” “Then let me enlighten you, there is propane gas sealed away within those pipes.” “And?” “Tell me,” Kaito said bringing a finger to the trigger. “What do you think would happen if I pulled the trigger?” He instantly understood what he was getting at, his eyes widening at the thought. “That’s right,” Kaito said. “Bang.” “You wouldn’t dare.” “Care to test that?” Threateningly he put a little more weight onto the trigger. He skimmed his eyes across the room, finding that the other two had caught onto the situation as well. The control he had set out to gain had finally been met. The only thing of concern was the woman who still acted as if she had yet to see him. “What’s with this girl?” “So what is it,” Beesto said regaining his attention. “What do you want to know?” He rolled his eyes toward him, pleased to hear he was finally falling in line with his wishes. “Marco Gaffney, I heard you mention his name while on the bus.” “What about it?” “His younger brother Elsun was a good friend of mine, he passed away over a year ago,” Kaito replied. “And when I heard about the news of Marco’s arrest I returned to town.” “Who are you?” “We’ll get to that, as soon as you’ve finished answering my questions.” “I don’t like that tone.” Jackson stated. “I wasn’t talking to you, Jack.” Kaito remarked. This only angered him further, tightening his grip around the gun in disgust. “What did you call me?” “I’m not going to ask you to keep your mouth shut again Jackson,” Beesto said turning to face him. “Consider that your last warning.” He then faced Kaito to see that same look on his face he had since entering. “Please carry on,” Beesto said. “I’m ready to hear what you have to say.” “I noticed something about your group,” Kaito said. “Even before you were joined by Mr. Samlong here.” “Is there relevance to this?” “It depends,” Kaito replied. “Who do you work for?” “What was that?” “Perhaps I should clarify,” Kaito said. “Who is it you work with?” “What has lead you to believe we’re working with someone?” “A number of things,” Kaito replied. “But nothing more noteworthy than what I saw in your routine.” “Our routine,” Beesto questioned. “What are you talking about?” “The way the three of you moved was one small detail,” Kaito began. “But the awareness you all put on display was most notable.” “What of it?” “Am I wrong to assume that you’re operating under one of Gaffney’s unit?” “…?” “You’re all part of the Blackgater’s gang aren’t you,” Kaito asked. “I know Marco is largely linked with that group.” “You figured all of that from just those two details?” “Am I wrong?” “Let’s say it’s true,” Beesto replied. “Why would you care to know?” “Maybe I wish to help,” Kaito answered. “If there’s someone who can clear Marco’s name it’s me.” “And why should I believe you?” “We shouldn’t,” Jackson said stepping in. “He’s been playing us from the moment we got off of that bus.” “Jackson makes a point,” Beesto said. “If you truly wanted to help us why did you go through this whole show you’ve put on?” “One, I wasn’t certain who you people were upon first encountering you,” Kaito replied. “It wasn’t until a little after, besides would you have believed my claim if I had come to you directly?” “Probably not.” “My point.” “And how is it you think you could be of service to us?” “To tell you would be selling it short,” Kaito replied. “I’ve always lived by example.” “What are you suggesting?” “You help me with something, I’ll do the same in return.” “Not a chance,” Jackson interrupted. “There’s no way this guy can be trusted.” “Sadly your concerns have no weight to bear,” Kaito said. “Being that I wasn’t talking to you.” It took all he had in him not to react to what was said. “So what do you say?” “Let’s just say I’m thinking about it,” Beesto replied. “But I must ask, why have you suddenly brought up this proposition?” “I’d be lying if I said the only thing that brought me here was Marco Gaffney,” Kaito replied. “The truth is there’s something I’m looking to get my hands on.” “And what might that be?” “A little something called the Networks Pivotal Equalizer.” “I’ve never heard of such a thing.” “I wouldn’t expect you to,” Kaito said not surprised in the least. “It’s a rare type in its field.” “And you want me to help you get whatever this thing is?” “Not necessarily,” Kaito replied. “I’ll be able to do that myself, what I’d like from you is something much simpler.” “Which is?” “By helping me locate it.” “How am I supposed to help you find something that I’ve never heard of, let alone what it is used for?” “You might not be aware of its faculties Beesto, but that doesn’t mean I’m not,” Samlong said inserting himself into the fray. “You want the Networks Pivotal Equalizer, I think I might be able to point you in the right direction.” “Is that so?” Kaito said looking his way. “Unfortunately it won’t be an easy task,” Samlong warned. “Trying to retrieve the device you’ve found an interest for could even mean death.” “Nothing is impossible.” “You seem persistent enough, very well,” Samlong said. “The last known location of the Equalizer to my knowledge was at a warehouse a couple miles from here.” “Let me guess, it got auctioned off.” “That is true, but how did you know that?” “I’ve been keeping tabs.” “Then I guess you haven’t been lying about your intent like I previously believed.” “You obviously knew about this auction yourself,” Kaito said. “Is there a chance you might know who was the winning bidder of the Networks Equalizer?” “Perhaps,” Samlong replied. “But first I’d like to know how you plan on clearing Gaffney’s name.” “What if I told you his finger prints were forged to that diamond, and that I know who truly was the one to have brought that diamond to the opening of the Futures Building?” “… I’m intrigued,” Beesto said. “But if you were truly a friend of Marco’s wouldn’t you have gone to the police by now with this information?” “Have you already forgotten, I just flew into town tonight,” Kaito reminded. “I was on my way to a friend’s house while on the bus when I overheard you when Marco was mentioned.” “And that’s what caused you to follow us?” “In short, yes.” “I have one final question.” “What is it?” “Did you ever plan on going to the police with this information that you claim to have?” “Why would I do that,” Kaito replied. “They’d only be looking to put this guy in jail, not something I had in mind.” “I like the way you think.” “Besides this guy is way out of their league,” Kaito added. “I don’t see them catching him anytime soon.” “Deal.” “Come again?” “You bring me this evidence you claim to have of who framed Marco Gaffney then, and only then will Mr. Samlong here give you the information you seek,” Beesto replied. “Sound like a plan to you?” “Deal.” With that he held the gun out in front of him, tossing it to Beesto who caught it with ease. It was then that he had realized. He knew there was something wrong, flipping the gun in his palm to feel its unnatural light weight. “The gun… it’s unloaded.” “Correct.” Kaito said walking toward him. He stopped after reaching him, holding out his left hand to reveal the ammunition that had been removed from the gun. “A very risky bluff on your part.” “I never planned on pulling the trigger, but in the case of an accident no bullets would have been fired.” “Now I see,” Beesto said. “You intended on bumping into me before.” “That’s right,” Kaito confirmed. “It was nothing but a means to take hold of your gun.” “How conservative of you.” “With the way things are now, you have to be.” Kaito said turning for the other side. “I can’t disagree.” He walked all the way back to where his bag laid, strapping it back onto his shoulder before standing back to his feet. “When do you think you can have this information you speak of delivered to us?” Samlong asked. He stood for a short time, giving some thought to what had been presented. “Tomorrow night.” Kaito said turning his back to the four. “Where?” “We’ll return to this site, sound good?” “That’ll work.” "By tomorrow night, at about what time are you thinking?" "Anywhere from ten to eleven," Kaito replied. "Things should be mellowed down by then." "Agreed, then it shall be so." "Don't be late." He turned back for the stairs from there, looking to head back for the surface. Upon taking only two steps he heard his voice call out once more. "Wait." He stopped at his command, glimpsing back at him for a final time. "What is it?" "You never did say who you are," Beesto replied. "What's your name kid?" The look in his eyes changed, a brash but trustworthy smile coming to his lips before speaking. "Duzz," Kaito replied. "Duzzkill." With that he turned back for the stairs, wasting no further time in making his way out. A long period of silence ensued before another word was said. "So, what do you think?" Beesto questioned. "Let's wait to see if he meets his end of the deal, then ask me again," Samlong replied. "Only then will I have an answer.” "What a night this has been." Through the uncertain trials of the night brought about a bright morning. Rays of light found its way through the curtain which had been on guard over the window. The increase in light took its toll, ultimately awaking him from his sleep. He rolled over onto his side, finding it was already thirty past eleven. "I overslept, good thing I don't have to be anywhere until after three." Just as he was looking to get out of bed a knock could be heard from the other side of the door. "One moment." He advanced toward the door, opening it to see him standing a few feet back. "What is it?" "Grayson's here," Damian informed. "He wishes to know how things went with your search you had last night.” "Let him know I'll be down in a couple minutes." "Already on it." He closed the door following their confrontation. He headed toward the dresser located at the left side of the room. The next minute was spent getting into something casual for the day to come. After sliding on a pair of shoes he made his way out of the room. He arrived to the top of the staircase shortly thereafter to find him waiting at the bottom. “I hope this isn’t a bad time.” “Not at all, it’s actually quite the opposite.” “I guess I couldn’t have timed my visit any better.” “You wanted to discuss what I came across at Mount Zomoph?” “That’s right.” “Since we’re on the subject, what about the surveillance you set up,” Bruce asked. “Did anyone appear back to that room?” “Nope, nor has anyone yet to trip the perimeter wire I also put into place,” Dick replied. “No one but you that is.” “I figured that’d be the case.” “What exactly were you looking for when you returned to the site?” “I looked into the more inner details of the situation.” Bruce replied stepping down from the last step. “Inner details?” “Not what was found underground like you may be thinking, but rather what was on the surface.” “What do you mean?” “I compared all known landmarks sitting on top of the sites investigated underground.” Bruce clarified. “So that’s what you were doing,” Dick said. “And here I thought your intent was to critique my work.” “You didn’t truly believe that?” “That might be pushing it a bit,” Dick admitted. “So did you find what you were looking for?” “The investigation is still under review,” Bruce replied. “But thus far things seems to be heading in the right direction.” “That’s good to know.” “Cennals Inc was located within a mile of Mount Zomoph.” “Cennals Inc, isn’t that one of the companies linked with the Futures Building?” “Yes, and it was located directly above the second site you searched.” “That’s defiantly something to think about.” “Everything seems to be revolved around that one building.” “But why?” “That’s for us to find out,” Bruce said in response. “But I’m sure that’s not the only reason why you’ve come.” “You’re right, I have some information you might want to know.” “Is this about the heart attacks?” “No, it has to do with the explosion of that house you escaped nights ago,” Dick replied. “The one that belonged to Salomon Green.” “Tell me everything.” It had been a slow start to the morning, but with noon fast approaching things were looking to pick up. After catching the bus he returned to the same library as the day before, this time coming alone. He found this to be the best place to continue the investigation for the time being. The first thing on his mind was to head back to the table they had occupied yesterday. Luckily there was no one to be found. Not wasting any more time he took a seat. “Now to get straight to business.” He reached into the top pocket of the jacket, pulling out the case files from the previous day that had been given to him. He set it down onto the table before pulling out his phone which had been in his left pocket. He turned it on, pleased to find that it was completely charged. There were several registered calls that he had missed, knowing he’d have to put all on hold, except for one call that needed to be made. “Let’s hope someone is there.” Leaving no further time to waste he dialed the number, sitting back as he listened to the ring of the phone. “I was hoping we’d hear back from you at some point.” “How goes the day Mr. Pennyworth?” Shinichi said in response upon recognizing his voice. “There’s room for improvement,” Alfred replied. “But regardless, how is your trip in metropolis coming along thus far.” “A couple road blocks here and there,” Shinichi replied. “Would Bruce happen to be around?” “He just stepped out under ten minutes ago,” Alfred informed. “Can I take a message for him?” “That will have to do for now,” Shinichi replied. “There’s something I need him to look into for me.” “What is it?” “Records on several names,” Shinichi replied. “Names of the victims who surecomed to those unexpected heart attacks.” “The request you’ve presented is under my field,” Alfred said. “I don’t see the need to wait for the return of Master Wayne, when I can look into the subject myself.” “You’d do that?” “Of course I’d need a little time to get set up.” “I’d appreciate that.” “Give me five minutes,” Alfred said. “I’ll get back to you within that time frame.” “I’ll hold you to it.” He cut the line from there, looking down at the pack of files as a smile came to his face. “Maybe now we’ll get some answers.” They all had been waiting patiently for over thirty minutes, including himself. He had taken to a far corner located near the entrance, periodically checking the time in the process. "It's now five after twelve, he should have been here by now." This is what was what was on his mind, along with everyone else who stood throughout the room in wait. Unexpectingly a hand came to the side of his left shoulder. He immediately turned to see who had come to his side. "Detective Gates?" "Never expected to see you here Hattori," Rick said. "What brings you to the fold?" "I was asked by the commissioner to attend the meeting that is scheduled to take place sometime today." "Then I guess we're here for the same reason," Rick said. "How long have you been waiting for?" "Roughly an hour," Heiji replied. "Though I was told things were to begin no later than eleven." "I was told twelve fifteen." "Who knows at this point." "Wherever Gordon is I'm sure he'll make his way here whenever he can." "Any idea when that might be?" "Depends," Rick replied. "There was a big hold up at the mall about two hours ago, a lot of us got called in to look into the situation." "Including the commissioner?" "That's what I heard," Rick replied. "Can't say for sure since I wasn't exactly there myself." "Never mind it, I'm in no real hurry to get out of here anyway." "That's always good," Rick said. "Back onto the subject of this meeting, why were you asked to come?" "To give my input." "For what?" "To get things headed in the right direction, regarding Gotham's visiting thief,” Heiji replied. “Kaitou Kid." “Oh I see, can’t say I’m surprised you were given the nod,” Rick said. “After all you’ve been on this thing since the beginning, starting with what occurred at Starlest.” “Thanks for the reminder,” Heiji said. “I had almost forgotten how much of a roller coaster ride this has been.” “A very interesting one if I must say.” Rick said as the sound of his phone rang. He took a second to pay it some mind, bringing it up to his eye to see who was calling. “I better take this,” Rick said stepping away. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.” He had no intent on moving, leaning his back to the wall as the time continued to tick away. “It has been a ride of high proportions, one which is hopefully a few tunnels away from coming to an end.” From the time his comrade had set out the previous night, he had yet to see or even hear from him. By this time the nerves had reached their height, nervously tapping his finger to the desk before taking a sip of the tea he had made just a short time ago. “Wherever could he be?” This was the question of the hour, one which was soon to be answered. He stood up from where he sat, feeling the need to stretch his legs. In the attempt of making his way in the direction of the balcony all fell short from the sound from behind. It was the door, someone had knocked from the other side. “Could it be?” He wasted no time in heading over, opening the door to find him standing there with that same grin on his face. “Kaito,” Konosuke said delighted to see him. “You’re ok.” “Good news,” Kaito replied. “We’re in.” To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 111 Trail Ends The first thing felt after stepping out was a wet drop which touched down upon his hand. He looked up in response, only to have a series of sprinkles fall down onto his face. He lowered his head down after the brief confrontation, finding a bit of comfort from the smoothening rain. Regaining focus took all but a few moments, looking directly ahead to find the last person of the small group he had set his focus to walk out from the bus to join the others. “Got to stay put, it’s their move to make.” The bus roared in its progression back to the road shortly thereafter, continuing down the path set to be driven. Not wanting for suspicion to arise he turned to face the roadside, pulling out his phone as if he were sending a message. He redirected his eyes back over to the three, seeing that it was only the two men engaging in conversation as they had before. “No telling what they’re discussing from this distance,” Kaito thought. “There’s got to be a way of listening in their conversation without closing the distance, the last thing I’d want is for them to become weary of me.” He brought most of his focus to the man wearing the wool jacket, being that he clearly had taken center stage. This was clear by the hand gestures he made while he began to speak. “Looks like he’s giving instructions.” Still keeping an apparent look to the street he noticed something out of place from the side of his eye, something crammed into place beneath his belt. “Is that what I think it is?” Getting a distinctive view wasn’t easy from where he stood, but after giving what came to his attention a harder look he knew then that there was no mistaken what was lined into place at the side of his belt. “So he’s got a gun, this changes the dynamics completely.” Much went through his mind at this given point in time. All thoughts were cut short unexpectingly, watching as the three began to walk his way. He clutched his free hand as he looked back to the phone, thinking of what measures to take in response to this new development. “This isn’t exactly how I planned things to go, but most certainly a means of an opening.” The sound of their footsteps increased with every second that past. He knew whatever it was he was to do needed to be done soon. Just as they were a step away from closing the gap, He turned as if wanting to head for the opposite direction, colliding with high intent with the man who wore the comforting wool jacket. “Watch where you’re going.” The man angrily grunted. “My apologies,” Kaito said in response. “I didn’t see you there.” His shoulder clashed with his as the tall man violently pushed on past. The spiky haired man just behind did the same in flow with the first, glaring at him as he did. He turned to the left, looking just in time to see the woman walk past. She said nothing, simply tailing after the two who continued to walk. “Doesn’t seem like they’re looking to make friends,” Kaito said. “But that won’t stop me none the less.” He looked down at the key component which was now in his possession, more than pleased with the results thus far. He reopened the bag he had purchased, adding it to his already growing collection. Once this was taken care of he looked ahead to see the three getting ready to turn the corner at the end of the block. “Can’t lose the edge on them,” Kaito said making sure the strap was tightly in place. “There the key to what I seek.” He waited until they completely fell out of sight before making a move for where they had gone. He positioned his hat lower than it had been, picking up speed on his way to the end of the street. Once there he leaned to the corner of a building, having a peak around to see the three of them walking in proportion with one another. "Good they’re moving at a manageable pace, no way I'm going to lose them." Every move made from there on out needed to be made with care. There were several obstacles between him and them, giving him the advantage he needed. He slowly followed the three in pursuit, coming to a stop behind a public tree after gaining nearly fifteen yards on them. He peaked out moments later to see them heading for the roadside. "Looks like they're making a move for the other side." They did just that, stopping shortly after reaching the other side. He waited for the three to decide on a direction, not taking long for them to head further up west. Once there was enough distance between him and then he made a move to follow after once again. After crossing the road he found a place behind a light pole just as a car passed by from behind "So far so good." Where they were headed was anyone’s guess. He stayed in position for a short time more before taking a look out to see them readying to make a turn to the right. From where he stood several trees could be seen, unsure of what to expect up ahead. “Is that a park?” He picked up in speed as he continued to follow their trail, coming to a stop after reaching a sign which could be seen driven into the grass right next to the sidewalk. “Robbinsville Park,” Kaito read. “I wonder what they could be looking to do going through here.” The trees and bushes swaying throughout from the night breeze made for noticeable cover. The distance between him and them continued to decrease, the elements of the park allowing for this. The time seemed to drag for a time to come, minutes passing as it all began to sink in. It wasn’t just the task but all that surrounded, stemming from a bird flapping from above to the crickets that shadowed themselves throughout every hidden corner. Though it was minor the lack of discussion between any of the three kept him alert even more so than he had been earlier. “This is one of the quietest night strolls I’ve ever been on, these guys must really be focused.” Without a sign or warning the man sporting the wool jacket stopped in his tracks, causing the others to do the same. Nothing was said, just the sound of the forests inhabitants. “What is it?” The man with the spiked hair asked. “…” “You ok?” “Quiet Jackson.” The man finaly spoke This was followed by another strand of silence. He stayed firm in his position, smiling at what had been learned. “Jackson,” Kaito thought. “That’s one.” He took the next moment to peak around the tree, coming to find no further moves had yet to be made. “I’m betting the big guy is the leader of the pack,” Kaito thought. “They seem to only respond to anything that he says, I have yet to see the others talk to one another.” He then repositioned himself back into place, not wanting to run the risk of being spotted. This sudden fall back brought a small margin of concern, had they caught onto his whereabouts? Through all possibilities that ran through his mind, that seemed to be the high mark. Further movement could be heard in the coming moments, though he couldn’t see he knew one of them had turned to peer into another direction. What was to come next weighed high on his mind. “Forget it,” The man who had opted for the stop spoke. “We don’t have any more time to waste, we have a pickup to make.” “Why did we stop in the first place?” The man referred to as Jackson asked. “I thought I heard something,” The large man replied. “But it was probably nothing of concern.” “You sure about that,” He said turning to have a look into the direction they had come. “I didn’t hear anything.” “Drop it, we’re already on the brink of being late.” “Whatever you say cap.” His head still remained rested against the tree, not planning to make a move until after hearing the three begin to walk once again. He took a step up after this occurred, flicking the tip of the hat upward just before having a look around the corner to see them making headway on their path to wherever it was they were going. “The big guy mentioned time, sounds like they have a meeting to attend.” Whatever the situation, he was determined to find out. It seemed to get darker the further he pressed on, catching sight of a noticeable increase in the amount of trees that towered around on all sides. Not wanting to fall behind he moved further to the right in his path, staying step for step with them from about twenty yards out. He was more discreet more so than before, knowing there was a higher probability of being spotted with this change in tactic. “They’ve defiantly picked up in pace, I wonder how much further there is to go before the destination is reached.” The length of time closed in on twenty minutes from when they had entered the park. No additional stops had been made along the way. He began wondering deeper about where they were headed, the possibilities were endless. “None of them have said a word since that last stop,” Kaito thought. “If they were really running late for a potential meeting wouldn’t a call have been made to clarify their whereabouts?” Things were starting to become clear within the next seconds. No longer could only the sound of the forest could be heard, but that of traffic humming in the clear just ahead. “Now I see, we walked through this park to another side of town,” Kaito said to himself. “But that does raise the question of why they didn’t choose to take a cab, this trip would have been cut significantly shorter.” He stuck to the plan, keeping a distance to the right of the three as the sight of the roadside came into view in the seconds that passed. He kneeled down next to a bush, looking further down to the left to see the three he continued to follow step out from the darkness of the park out onto the sidewalk. “Looks like they’re heading my way,” Kaito said making it a point to stay hidden. “If I remain still I’m certain they won’t see me.” His planned turned out as hoped, listening as the sound of the three walked by from behind. With yet another success he slightly raised himself in position, watching as they came to a stop after reaching a street light at the end of the street. “Crossing yet another road, this seems to be part of their routine.” The street light flashed red a short time later, signaling they were now open to cross over. He remained behind the bush for a while longer, not wanting to take the chance of them spotting him. “Now, what are they to do next?” He observed with heavy anticipation, ready to find out where this all would mount up to. Surprisingly the three didn’t continue on much further after crossing to the other side. The apparent lead man of the group was the first to stop, resulting in the other two doing the same. They walked a short distance to the left, stopping after reaching the side of a box full of newspapers. This brought about a sense of confusion. Had they reached their destination, was there still a suspicion of someone following in their path? “There must be a point to this and I’ve got the feeling I’m going to find out what very soon.” Suspense was all to be expected. Feeling the urge to find out he kneeled down before reaching into his jacket to grab hold of something. “This will do.” He rose up just enough to where he could see, bringing the binoculars that had been nested in his pocket to his eyes. He surveyed across the way, bringing his focus to the three subjects of the night. “Now what do we have here?” He took this time to examine the three, starting with the man who seemed to be in charge of whatever it is they had set out to do. He had become blatant in his expression, nothing much to be seen to what could possibly be on his mind. “Not much to gain from the big guy.” Kaito said shifting his attention elsewhere. Next came the shorter man of the two who wore white T-shirt. He was to the right of him, showing no real signs of intent himself. Though it wasn’t much, he did notice the amount of emphasis he was putting into the time on his watch. This all but confirmed one of his beliefs. “Just as I thought,” Kaito said. “They’re waiting for something, but what?” Last came the woman, the one which he had paid the least amount of attention to. He took the time to look her over. A dark Fedora hat covered the top of her head. Getting a fixation on her eyes was difficult, due to the bangs from her hair hanging just above her eyes. She had on a sports jacket and a pair of black correlating pants to top it off. He continued to search, unsure if she had a concealed weapon hidden away. "She looks clear from this angle, but I wouldn't bet against a hidden weapon." Before anything further was to be done the vibration from his phone sparked for his attention. Agitation ignited as he reached down to grab hold of it. "Not a good time." "I apologize for the interruption, but I wanted to check on your progress." "Not what you would call smooth." "Where are you now?" "I'm unsure of that, give me a moment." He lowered the phone down to his side. Using the binoculars he scoured the area for a street sign, not taking long for him to discover one. "Niten Street." Kaito answered bringing the phone back to his ear. "You've traveled quite the distance," Konosuke said. "That's a good ways from the motel." "It's a long story," Kaito stated. "I promise to fill you in later." "If you're in need of assistance be sure to contact me." "Will do." “Then I’ll leave you to it.” Once the phone was securely tucked back into place he focused his attention back to the three across the way. They had all remained in the same positions from the last he had checked. Over a minute passed with the situation remaining the same throughout. "What's with these guys, do they plan on standing here all night?" No matter how long the wait he chose to remain patient. He skimmed his eyes past the three once again before dropping the binoculars back to his side. "The guy in the middle seems to be getting anxious," Kaito thought. "Whatever is to happen is bound to take place soon." With that in mind he began to search the streets up and down. By this time it was obvious they were waiting for something, or someone. Just as the clock was to hit thirty past ten someone could be seen heading into their direction. He took this time to lock in on the figure. It was an older man from what he could tell. His appearance was hard to make out being that he had on a pair of shades with a black black hat to top it off. The suit worn was black as well, including a tie he was able to see. “Could this be it, who they’ve been waiting for?” He continued to watch from afar, pleased to see his beliefs confirmed soon after. The mystery man walked past the first two, not coming to a stop until reaching the third. “Looks like things are finally getting underway.” From what he could tell the two began to engage in conversation. What was being said was unknown. The man in the suit of black seemed to be doing most of the talking. Trying to read his lips wasn’t an option, being that his back was turned to him. “I have to get in closer somehow,” Kaito said dropping the binoculars down to his side. “But given the circumstances, now wouldn’t be the greatest time to do so.” The two continued to talk for a bit longer. In light of this the big man raised a hand, pointing as if he wished for him to follow. “What’s going on now?” The four began to head further down the left side with the two continuing to chat as they walked. It was now or never, the time he had been waiting for had finally arrived. “Looks like they’re finally moving again,” Kaito said standing back to his feet. “I can’t allow to lose them.” With that he placed the binoculars into his jacket before stepping out from the bush he had hidden behind. Luckily there were no vehicles to be seen in the distance, giving him a clear path to the other side. Once there he stepped behind the newsstand where they had been, peaking out to see them getting ready to make a right turn at the end of the block. “What have I got myself into?” They disappeared all together in the next seconds, allowing for him to come out of hiding once again. Knowing that they could turn another corner at any time he picked up in speed. "Somehow I need to get one of my crafty devices connected to one of them," Kaito said. "That way I won't have to get in so close to hear what is being said." He stopped once reaching the end of the block, taking cover behind yet another light pole. He looked ahead to find that the four had come to another untimely stop, looking to make a move across the road. This gave him the extra needed time to plan his next move. He raised the phone back to his chest, dialing his number with a press of a button. "I was most certainly not expecting you to call back so soon." "I have a favor to ask, there’s something I forgot to bring to you earlier." "I'm here for you at all times master Kuroba," Konosuke said. "Don't tell me you're in some kind of danger." "Not quite to that extreme, but there is a search I'd like for you to run for me." "On what?" "Marco Gaffeny." "The man's prints you forged onto that diamond," Konosuke recalled. "But what do you want to know about him, I thought all business was closed in that department for the foreseeable future." "Something has come up." "Alright, what would you like for me to dig up on him?” "Anything that you can find," Kaito replied. "Public records, financial, friends, family, anything that could prove useful." "I'll see what I can do," Konosuke said. "Is there a time limit for when you'll be needing this information?" "As soon as possible." "Understood." "Got to go, I hope to hear from you soon." Time was now a factor, not knowing how long it would take before they finally reached their destination. He tucked the phone away after setting it to silent, looking around the pole just as the street light turned red. "Looks like it's the time for them to cross over." He watched as the four did just that. After there was a comforting distance between him and them he steadily followed in their path. He kept his head low at the sight of a lone man walking in the opposite direction of him. The four took another turn, this time being to the left. As he neared the end of the block several voices could be heard, echoing through the night streets. "Voices... is something going on?" He slowed up as he neared, uncertain of what he would come to find upon turning the corner. What he eventually came to find was unexpected. The lights shined bright, from the dazzling jewels to the fine line of cloth that could be seen hanging in place. Where he had found himself was most apparent. "A flea market at this time of night,” Kaito said. “That’s new for this time of night.” He quickly regained his sight of the four. It was clear they had slowed up in pace. They could be seen glancing at some of the stuff they passed, predominantly the man with the spiked hair who wore the white T-shirt. “Great, this gives Jii some time to get back to me with that information.” He casually made his way into the mix of things, taking little time for him to blend in amongst the crowd. Unintentionally he found his eyes wondering, taking a liking to several items that came to his eyes. After falling further in he came upon a glass case of diamonds on the right side. He stuttered with hesitation, admiring the alluring beauty each showcased from behind the glass case. He immediately faced forward after realizing his attention had drifted elsewhere. “Need to stay focused.” He took a shallow breath, refocusing to the task at hand. It didn’t take long for him to see the spiky haired man had come to a stop, speaking with a woman who appeared to be selling a brand of clothing. “There’s one,” Kaito said. “Where’d the other three go?” Just as he turned to the other side he caught sight of him standing above all. “There’s the big guy,” Kaito said then noticing the older man still at his side. “Now, where’s the girl?” With that he took the time to try and relocate her, knowing the importance of keeping everything in front of him. There was no sign of her on his first initial look, narrowing his eyes in hopes of closing in on here appearance. “Where is she,” Kaito said pressing down on his hat in attempt to keep his presence hidden. “She couldn’t have gotten too far.” In the heat of it all he looked to make a move further. Just as he was to take another step he caught a glimpse of her directly to the right side. He gulped, finding that her back was luckily turned to him. “That was close.” Kaito thought as he turned for the left. He wasted little time in setting up to turn things into his favor. In the top pocket of his jacket he reached inside to pull out his eye glass, placing it upon the railing sitting in front of him. “Here we are.” Once in position he adjusted it, making sure he could see what was going on from behind thanks to what was being reflected. He made sure it was fixated on her, assuring he watched her every move made. With his head still lowered he took a look ahead to see the others were still in place. This was a much needed positive, giving him the additional time. “I don’t get it, was this where they planned to meet all along?” There was no real way of telling. Regardless he chose not to make any further moves until all was in his comfort zone. After a moment’s thought his eyes fluttered back to the glass piece, still reflecting her every move. She finished observing a brand of cloth soon after, looking to rejoin the others who were further up. He tried getting a clear look at her face as she turned, only to get the flash of her hair which waved past as she walked. “Looks like she’s done there,” Kaito said reaching out for his possession. “Didn’t get a look at her face, but it might not matter.” He continued to trail her movements with his eyes, watching as she passed the spiky haired man who appeared to be in the process of purchasing something. After confirming his location he looked further ahead to see the other two still standing in place where they had been. “I see, they’ve been waiting for the others.” His belief were confirmed soon after when they were rejoined by the other two, which resulted in them continuing on. “Just as I thought,” Kaito said. “Question is, where to next.” He was determined to find out the answer to that. He followed just as discreetly as before, knowing he could be spotted at any given time. Between what was being reported on the news and the bomb he continued to examine he still found the time to monitor the clock. Unsuspectingly the door to the room was pushed open, grabbing his attention in the process. “I didn’t think you’d still be in here,” Alfred said. “I thought for sure you would be down stairs prepping for your nightly routine.” “It’s only twenty after ten,” Bruce pointed out. “I don’t plan on heading out until after eleven some time.” “Will you be taking Damian along with you?” “For what I plan on setting out to do, no.” “And where do you plan on going?” “Mount Zomoph.” Bruce replied. “On what grounds?” “To revisit the site where the bomb was found.” “But didn’t Grayson finish his scoop of the place?” “Yes, but I’m not just going in with the intent of shadowing everything he set in place,” Bruce clarified. “Tim said where the bomb was placed was directly in proportion with the center of Mount Zomoph.” “Yes.” “Besides the location of where the bomb was discovered there is another area underground that was labeled on the map that he followed.” “I’m fully aware of that,” Alfred said. “That was something I pointed out before handing over the blueprints to him this morning, but what of it?” “It’s all about proportion and meaning.” “Pardon?” “Where the bomb was found was at the center of the park, directly under ground,” Bruce began. “The second location examined by Dick was exactly a half mile from where the bomb was found.” “Did he find anything at that particular area?” “No, he didn’t,” Bruce replied. “But it’s not what was underground that has sparked an interest, but rather what is located on the surface.” “The surface?” “Cennals Inc.” “Wait... isn’t that one of the companies that was linked with the case you just worked?” “Yes,” Bruce confirmed. “The Futures Building.” “Come to think of it the location where Mount Zomoph was built was the original plan to where the Futures Building was to be constructed.” “Exactly,” Bruce said. “Everything up to this point has begun and ended with the Futures Building right in the clear.” “But what do you plan to learn?” “There has to be a link to why that location was chosen for where the bomb was placed,” Bruce replied. “Everything we’ve learned would seem to suggest this.” “I’ll go and do further research on Cennals Inc,” Alfred said. “With any luck there might be something to find.” “I’d appreciate that,” Bruce said. “It will save me the time of doing it myself.” “Any word from Shinichi since his departure?” “Nothing yet,” Bruce replied. “I’ll try reaching him again tomorrow sometime after all is handled with this.” “I’ll let you know if he calls anytime sooner,” Alfred said turning for the door. “Until then I’ll go and begin that search.” “I’ll check in with you later.” “Of course.” A marginable distance had been made in the last couple minutes. He looked over his shoulder as he walked, finding that the market passed was now far out of sight. Where they were now in location was a mystery to him. Every other street light passed by seemed to be burned out, making it hard to sight street signs from a distance. This was to be welcomed, the cover the darkness provided. "We've been moving for nearly forty minutes now, why on earth would they choose to walk this far when they could have simply fetched a cab?" Just as they were in the mist of reaching the end of the block they stopped upon reaching an entryway to something. He was not sure what had caused the stop. Though it was faint he could hear the big man speaking once again. “What now?” After a brief back and forth the four made a move for the entryway that was hard for him to make out from his position. "Could this be it," Kaito thought. "Could this be the place?" Though the end seemed to be near he still moved with high alert, knowing there was no telling what was to come. As staggering as the unknown may be he pressed on with the same drive. As he closed in on where they entered a sudden sound from the left him frozen. He turned only to find a pair of birds standing atop a mailbox. A grin came to his face upon realizing. “Hmm, you little guys could prove useful,” Kaito said with a long pause. “Now, what to do.” After further preparation had been reached he made his way into the direction they had gone. He came to find a fleet of stairs that lead down into the ground. "This must be a subway station," Kaito said. "No doubt about it." He contemplated on how to approach his next move, knowing he'd need a means of an advantage if he was to head in directly. They were completely out of sight by this time, whether they had come to a stop or continued to move was unknown to him. It was at that moment that he took notice of the pipes along the wall, but it wasn't their presence that had caught his attention, but rather the sound coming from them. "What is that?" He leaned in, bringing an ear to the side of it to hear its tingling sound, almost as if it were whispering to him. "That's it," Kaito said with a grin falling into place. “Just the advantage I was looking for, no matter how lacking in potential success it may be.” It came at no better time, feeling the vibration of the phone within his pocket. He immediately reached down for it, bringing it to his ear as he took a step back from the pipes. “Please tell me you’ve got something for me.” “I looked into your request,” Konosuke said. “Luckily there was much information to find.” “Great, so what were you able to find?” “Names of relatives, financial records, date and place of birth, business partners,” Konosuke began. “You name it.” “What about his friends,” Kaito asked. “Were you able to gain any of their names?” “Not quite, but that doesn’t mean I can’t cross reference to find out.” “I’m not quite sure what you mean by that but I’ll leave that to you.” “Where are you now?” “By some subway,” Kaito informed. “The guys I’ve been trailing have gone in already, I’m just making sure all is accounted for before I head in after them.” “Smart move.” “Now tell me,” Kaito said. “What do you know?” “It will take time to get through it all.” “Then give me the information that matters.” “The information that matters,” Konosuke questioned. “You’ll have to be more specific than that, what do you plan to do?” “Deception is my ace card,” Kaito smilingly replied. “I have an idea, but haven’t quite worked out all the details.” “Alright, tell me what you want to know.” “This won’t take long.” With that he pinned down his focus, ready to hear what he wanted to know. He kept it short as possible, knowing that time was a factor. It took all but a minute for all necessary information to be delivered. “Great,” Kaito said. “That will be enough.” “What now?” “I’ve remained dormant for long enough,” Kaito replied with a lighting tone. “The time has come for the show to begin.” “The show?” “You’ll know in time,” Kaito promised. “But right now I better get a move on.” “Master Kuroba… be careful.” “No need to worry,” Kaito assured. “I’ve got this all figured.” “Well in that case, good luck.” “Roger that.” The empty tune of a broken line played in the moments that past, letting him know the transmission had been cut. He placed the phone into his pocket, ready to carry on with a clear motive in sight. “It’s been a couple minutes since the last I saw them,” Kaito said as he made his way back for the subway stairs. “I didn’t hear a train pass by so if they’re still on the move it must be by foot, which means they couldn’t have gotten too far.” Though valuable time had been spent, he was almost certain he’d catch up to the group in no time. A sound bounced through the walls with no warning, echoing his way in small portions. “That sound, voices?” He became noticeably subtle in each step taken from that point on, unsure of what awaited around the corner. Then about five feet from reaching the bottom of the stairs a tone of familiarity struck, stopping at the gruffness of the voice. “It’s him.” He was almost sure of it. He pressed his back to the wall, inching his way down to the last step. He poked his head around the corner, confirming the voice he had heard was that of the man who wore the jacket. “It’s them, so they haven’t made a move at all since arriving down here,” Kaito thought. “Now that the stage is set and the audience in the wait, it’s time to begin.” To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 110 Stroll of the Neighborhood The sound spawned throughout the room, traveling a ways to the upper floor. It wasn’t until the fifth ring that the sound of the phone drove him from his sleep. He held out his hand to grab hold of the light switch of the lamp beside him. He then looked to the phone sitting right next to it, adjusting his eyes to see an unfamiliar number. “I wonder who that could have been.” He checked the phone to find that whoever had called had done it three times prior to the last one which awoke him. “Whoever called probably had the wrong number.” He turned the light off before making a move back for the sheets. Just as his head dropped down to the pillow the ring of the phone could be heard once again. Thinking quickly he rolled back to his side before sitting up once more. He switched the light back on to see the same unknown number registered to the caller ID. He was unsure if he should answer or not, deciding to do so after a few seconds in. “Hello?” “It’s good to hear your voice again doc, I had meant to call you sooner.” “Shin… Shinichi?” "I guess I have some explaining to do." "Your voice, what happened?" "It's a long story." "With plenty of time to spare, I'd like to hear about it." "And I'd love to go into detail," Shinichi said. "But the truth is I'm not completely sure how it happened." “I don’t even know what to take from that.” “You’ll be the first to know when new information arises.” "I didn't recognize the number when you first called," Hiroshi said. "Where are you at this given time?” "At a local library, I borrowed a phone from a friend." "I see." "I hope I didn't call too early," Shinichi said. "I know it's only a little past seven in the morning there." "Not at all, you can call whenever you feel the need," Hiroshi said. "You know that." “Of course.” “What is it that warranted the call,” Hiroshi asked. “Surely you didn’t just call to alert me of your current state.” "I need your help with something." "I’m all ears.” “No, it has something to do with what has been going on,” Shinichi replied. “Not just here in Gotham, but on a global scale.” “It sounds like you’ve got yourself tangled in another case.” “You guessed right,” Shinichi said. “It’s a situation surrounding a gradual increase in untimely heart attacks in certain individuals, I’m sure you’ve heard about it by now.” “Of course, it’s been all over the news,” Hiroshi confirmed. “Have you found a lead to the source of the problem?” “That’s where you come in,” Shinichi replied. “I need you to gather some names for me, for information.” “I’m listening.” The last hour had passed with a flash. By this time he had found himself a seat at a chair located near the glass door, one which lead to the balcony. The sun was nearly out of sight, looking down at his watch to check the time. “It’s almost eight O’clock,” Kaito said. “Not too much longer until the time comes.” “How much?” “Anywhere from eight thirty to nine,” Kaito replied. “That’s the time frame where everything should be in full circle for business.” “Are you sure about this?” “Do you have a better idea?” “I guess there is no use in me trying to convince you otherwise.” “Don’t worry,” Kaito assured. “I’ll be fine, besides if anything goes wrong I’ve got you to cover my back.” “Will your phone be on?” “Most likely not at all times,” Kaito replied. “But if warranted, you can rest assured that it will be.” “In the case that I’m unable to get ahold of you, how would I be able to find you if something in fact went wrong?” “This will assure that doesn’t happen.” He held out his hand, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a small circular gizmo clamped into place. “What is that?” Konosuke asked. “A tracking device.” “Not that I’m against the idea, but what if you’re apprehended,” Konosuke questioned. “Then they’d be able to trace the signal back to our base.” “A possibility,” Kaito acknowledged. “But highly unlikely.” “How so?” “The signal that will be transmitted will only give off a boost every seven hours,” Kaito informed. “So in the case that I found myself in a situation unplanned for they wouldn’t be able to detect it, unless of course they analyzed it for an extended period.” “I doubt anyone would put that much time into something that appears minor.” “Exactly.” “You’ve really thought this all out.” “It’s the only way any of this is going to work.” “Are you sure seven hours is a favorable time for an update on your whereabouts?” “You’re thinking way too much into this, I'll be fine.” “A lot could conspire within seven hours,” Konosuke said not looking to stop there. “What happens in the case you’re driven out of the signals range?” “That wouldn’t be good.” Kaito said with a smile coming to his face. “Do you even have measures that can be taken in the case that it does happen?” Konosuke said less than humored by his expression on the matter. “Of course,” Kaito said in response to this. “If I find myself out of range I’ll just have to boost the signal to its max.” “How do you plan on doing that?” “I’ve got a method or two, but I don’t see it coming to that,” Kaito replied. “Being that I never plan on being caught, no matter what the situation may be.” “Just keep your head up.” “Don’t you worry, I intend to.” He raised his wrist to check the time, watching as the minutes continued to milk away. He had been patiently been waiting in his seat from the time the conversation had ensued. It wasn’t until the sound of something sliding across the table that it caused him to look across. He dropped his hand down just in time to grab hold of the phone. “I see you’re all done,” Conner said placing the phone back into pocket. “Did things go as you had hoped for?” “Yes,” Shinichi replied. “He’s going to look into the matter we discussed.” “And what about you?” “I’m going to do the same from this end.” “And once that’s completed?” “We cross reference,” Shinichi replied. “That should clear up some loose ends.” “Is there anything I can do to help?” “I don’t believe so,” Shinichi replied. “To be quite honest I’m not even sure there’s much I can do in this regard, we need a connection.” “For more information on this heart academic?” “Not just that, but for more details on each victims individually.” “That might not be a bad idea.” “It’s something I’ve been thinking about all day.” “Well in that case you should try contacting Bruce,” Conner suggested. “He’s one of the few people who could widen the field in that regard.” “Which I plan on doing when I return to Gotham, but I’m not done here.” “You’re not,” Conner questioned. “What more could you possibly want to do?” “Not do,” Shinichi stated. “There’s something I want to see.” "What is it you wanted to see?" "I'd like to visit one of the hospitals," Shinichi replied before standing to his feet. "Preferably one of the larger ones." "That can be arranged." Conner said sitting up from the chair as well. "I'd imagine visiting hours are nearly up, which means we'll have to wait until tomorrow." "Whatever works for you," Conner said. "You haven't eaten since the time we began the trip here." "I hadn't really been paying any attention to that." "Come on, I know this place that you may like." Conner said heading toward the gap in between the bookcases. "Sounds good to me." Shinichi said following after him. After nearly two hours from the time the analysis had begun results had been finally received. He double checked to make sure all wiring was in place, wanting to make sure it was more than a red herring. "Everything appears to be in place." After this was accomplished he took a seat back in front of the computer. The door to the room fell open in the coming moments. "You've been awfully quiet in here sir," Alfred said upon entering. "Have you made any progress with that bomb?" "As a matter a fact I have." "I was hoping to hear some good news," Alfred said. "What is it you were able to determine?" "The length of the time given before the bomb was set to explode." "Which was?" "Fifty five hours, fifteen minutes, and thirteen seconds,” Bruce replied. “To be precise.” “Very interesting.” “There has to be more to it,” Bruce said. “Why set the bomb to go off after such a long period?” “That would usually make sense in the case of someone sending out a demand or message to someone in particular.” “But there wasn’t, and if it had exploded it wouldn’t have called for much concern,” Bruce said. “What was the person who set this all up hoping to achieve, what was the motive?” “That’s a really good question.” “If we’re not able to shed further light on this situation soon I will return to that abandoned train station to have a look myself.” “I for one see no harm in that.” “Alfred, have any calls come in from the hospital in the past couple hours?” “Not from my knowledge, why do you ask?” “I’m expecting one.” “From whom?” “For updates on Ms. Fournier’s condition,” Bruce replied. “If she awakens from the diagnosed coma there’s a chance she might be able to lead us into the right direction of what to look for with these heart attacks.” “You’re right,” Alfred said. “She could give us information on any symptoms leading up to what happened.” “It’s a possibility, but I wouldn’t count on it.” “Why is that?” “The trauma leading up to all that happened,” Bruce reminded. “Not only did she lose her fiancé but later found out her father was the one to have been killed, that’s a lot to take in.” “Especially in one day,” Alfred agreed. “Where was her mother during all of this?” “Divorced from Lonard,” Bruce informed. “But she did fly in from Florida when notified of the situation.” “That’s good to know, at least she won’t be alone if she awakens.” “Something I think most would agree on.” Bruce said getting up from the chair. “Going somewhere?” “No,” Bruce replied. “There’s just a call I need to make, I haven’t heard from Dick since this afternoon.” “I’m sure he would have contacted you if there was something additional to report.” “Maybe so, but even then I’d like to be sure.” “Then I’ll leave you to that,” Alfred said turning back for the door. “If I’m needed you know where to find me.” He left the room with nothing further. The time had come, the wait was finally over. It was now twelve after nine. By this time the sun had completely fallen out of sight. He did his best to look as casual as possible. The hat worn covered the top half of his face, slightly tilting his head forward in attempt to look casual as possible in his steps taken. The chain connected to the wallet could be seen hanging from his right pocket, swaying back and forth as he pressed on. The sound of something roaring by from the left side caused him to look that way, only to see a pickup truck driving down the roadside. “Just another vehicle.” He quickly refocused himself to the task at hand. Tonight’s agenda wasn’t just to find the opening he seeked, but a means of familiarizing himself with all things of importance. He stopped shortly after reaching a billboard which was clamped down to the side of a public gas station. “What do we have here?” He repositioned the hat to the back, giving him a better view of what was showcased on the wall. It didn’t take long for him to find that it was a map of the city itself. He stood there for a time to come, taking much time in studying the many different routes that could be seen. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of footsteps that he dropped his sights from the billboard, turning to see a smiling man in a jogging suit skipping toward his direction. “You need help finding some place?” The man asked upon reaching him. “Nothing in particular.” “Are you sure there isn’t anything I can help with?” The man asked resulting to jogging in place. “Well since you’re here, would you happen to know a good place where I could get a hold of some fishing equipment?” “About three blocks from here,” The man replied holding out a hand. “There’s a little place called Deco Scales, no way you can miss it.” “I appreciate the help.” “Anytime kid.” With that he skipped off to where he was headed, smiling brightly as he had been when he arrived. “That there is one happy fella.” With the information given he looked back to the billboard once more, hoping he'd be able to pin point the place mentioned. It didn't take long for him to notice it wasn't marked. "Looks like I'll have to do this the old fashioned way." He continued his journey down the street from there, easing up in his posture as he walked. Unknown to him there was a dark figure from above, watching his every move in anticipation. “My, my, what will he do next?” Not surprising to him there were still several others occupying the streets. He arrived at the end of the block soon after. The light was red at that time, making him wait in his attempt at making a move for the other side. Once all was clear he was the first of the bunch to walk to the other side. Once there he reached out to a woman who had stopped. "Excuse me," Kaito said laying a hand down to her shoulder. "But would you happen to know where a place called Deco Scales is?" "Sorry, but I've never heard of it." She replied after facing him. “I’ll try asking someone else.” "I know where that joint is." Someone else said from behind. He turned to see a man in overalls with a cap upon his head standing a couple feet away. "You know where it is?" "Of course," He replied. "It's not far from here, I'll take you there if you'd like." "You sure that's ok with you?" "Of course, I have nowhere to be,” He stated. “By the way, the names Philon.” "Then your offer is accepted, Philon." "Right this way." They headed toward the left most like everyone else, taking a right after reaching the end of the block. "So do you go fishing a lot?" "Not very often," Kaito admitted. "I was just looking to get some supplies for a friend." "Whatever you’re looking for you are bound to find.” "That's good to know." "This place has anything you may be hoping to find, I've been there several times myself when the season has come.” “The more I hear the more intrigued I’m becoming,” Kaito said. “I almost forgot about the time of day, do you think this place would be open at this hour?” “With Thomas running things I wouldn’t bet against it, the guy keeps shop open almost twenty four seven.” “Sounds like an independent business.” “You guessed right.” “Does anyone else work at the store with him?” “It’s pretty much a family business, so you’ll see some of the other guys subbing in here and there,” Philon replied. “Not to mention a couple close friends he’s got employed, why did you want to know?” “Just curious.” “I see, you hoping to get employed.” “Not at all,” Kaito replied. “Besides, I’m already wrapped in a job of my own at the moment.” He continued to follow him down the sidewalk, taking nearly a minute before the two finally came to a stop. They had finally arrived. He looked up at the sizeable structure, the first thing coming to sight being an emblem of a fish with the bold words ‘Deco Scales’ right below it. The electricity surrounding the sign sparked every few seconds in the time he stood there. “Well, this is it.” “Thanks again for pointing me in the right direction.” “Any time, hope you find what you’re looking for.” “Thanks Philon, I intend to.” That was the final words spoken between the two. He shifted his head to the right, watching as the stranger he had met walked back into the direction they had come. “Maybe I’ll see him again some time.” He turned back for the building soon after. A lighted sign which read ‘Open’ could be seen through the window, letting him know Deco Scales was in fact open for business. He walked forward after confirming this, pushing the door aside to hear the sound of a bell overhead. It only took a few seconds for someone to appear from the back end of the store, walking out past a large shelf which was in the center of the room. There standing before him was a large man, wearing what appeared to be a blue jump suit of some kind. “I wasn’t expecting to have any visitors at this time of night.” “I was told this place would still be open at this given time,” Kaito said having a quick look around the room. “And judging by what I see this is defiantly the place.” “That’s good to know.” “You’re Thomas correct?” “You know my name, how?” “I heard it from the same guy who helped me find this place.” “Hmm, must have been one of the usual’s.” “Does the name Philon ring a bell?” “I had a feeling it was that young lad, comes in every few weeks or so.” “I got that vibe.” “Very well, now onto the matter at hand,” Thomas said closing in further. “You must have something you seek, why else would you be here at a time like this.” “I need some equipment.” “Name it, there’s almost nothing here that we don’t sell.” “Fishing wire.” “One of the more popular purchases,” Thomas said. “Will that be all?” “I’m also going to need a dozen Orca Lures, a vest, and a net or two.” “Those items can be provided.” “Would you also happen to have water proof bags in stock?” “Like I said before, anything you may be looking to find we have.” Thomas smilingly replied. "I'm liking this place already." "Come on around back," Thomas said heading back to where he had come. "Why don't we start with the fishing wire of your choice?” "That's a good place to start as any." They made their way around a path of shelves on the way to the back end of the room, coming to find a glass case in the far right corner once reaching the back wall. It was pinned firmly in place, what was on the other side was very apparent. There were several brands of fishing wire, ranging from the thinness of statures to the more eye grabbing thicker types. This ranged from top to bottom, with the wider brands being toward the bottom. "Love the set, though I never thought fishing wire would be locked down like seen here behind this glass case." "That's only because this is for display," Thomas said. "Once you've made a decision on which type, I'll go into the storage room to retrieve the preferred type." "That makes sense." "Of course I'll also need the desired length of your choosing as well." "The third one," Kaito said quickly making up his mind. "I'll go with the third one down." "Not a bad choice," Thomas commented. "And the length?" "1 828.8 centimeters." "Give me a couple minutes to go and grab that for you." "Take your time." "If you'd like I could point you in the direction of the Orca Lures you were hoping to find." "Where are they?" "The right wall next to the register at the front," Thomas replied. "No way you can miss them." "I'll meet you there." He then took that time to make his way back to the front of the room, following the same path he had on the way back. He arrived to the wall soon after, looking at all contents hanging from the wall. There were several bait types to see, more than he had been expecting. They came in different forms, shapes, and sizes. He brought a hand to his chin as he began to skim his eyes over the selection, feeling it would be a difficult choice to make. "Which one to choose." He was looking for something small in size, nothing larger than four inches in width, length, or height. His searches continued all the way to the final row. He leaned down to have a closer look at the selection, finding them to be the smallest of the lot. “Three of these should do,” Kaito thought to himself. “I shouldn’t need any more than that.” He grabbed three baits of his liking, examining each before standing back to his feet. “These will do.” It wasn’t long after that the sound of one of the doors toward the back end of the store could be heard flying open, taking only seconds for Thomas to reappear to the front. “I see you’ve decided on a set of baits.” “They’ll work just perfectly for what I set out to do.” “I’m glad to hear that,” Thomas said placing a well strapped together line of fishing wire next to the register. “Any other fishing tackle you were hoping to find?” “Would you happen to have fishing reels not yet attached to a rod?” “Going custom I see.” Thomas said taking a step around the register. He watched as this occurred, wondering exactly it was that he was doing. Once reaching the back he stopped upon reaching one of the drawers, reaching inside to pull out a large black bag. “Here we are my boy.” He placed the bag onto the register counter before reaching inside to pull out several individual fishing reels, all which he laid down out in front for him to see. “There are twelve of them in all,” Thomas said. “All are available for purchase, which one interests you most?” He said nothing in response, simply reaching for the first one on the far left. Surprisingly he brought it to his ear, turning the handle while listening to the click. He lowered it back to the counter after doing this several times over. He did this for the remaining eleven, listening to the wisp each gave off in their rotation. After finishing with the last he skimmed over the selection once more, holding out a finger as if he had made a decision. “What is it?” Thomas questioned. “That one,” Kaito replied. “The seventh one.” “Going with the Underspin reel I see,” Thomas commented. “Mind me asking why you chose this one?” “I like the way it handles,” Kaito replied. “Not to mention its low pitch in sound when maneuvered.” “Will you be needing a rod as well?” “Not this time around,” Kaito answered. “But would you happen to have a selection of sinkers I could have a look at?” “Of course, that’s a given at a place like this.” “I’ll be sure to get those the next stop here.” “So you plan on coming back, good.” “Though I’m going to put a hold on the sinkers I would like to purchase one of those water proof bags we discussed.’ “Wait right here, I’ll go and grab you one,” Thomas said stepping past the counter. “Would you like one with a strap?” “That would be most appreciated.” “Coming right on up.” He left for the right side of the store this time, turning the corner just after reaching a shelf filled with fishing strategy books. His absence wasn’t for long, taking little time for him to return with a large brown bag in hand. “Will this do?” “Looks sturdy enough.” Kaito nodded in response. He laid it down to the counter next to everything else he wished to purchase, taking little time in ringing it all up. He had more than enough to match the price, placing all products into the water proof bag on his way toward the exit. “What about the requested vest?” “I’ll look into that next time as well.” “Looking forward to your next visit.” “As am I.” Kaito said. With that he pushed past the door to hear the same ring he had heard on his way in. “That went fairly well.” He continued his path down the street, no true intent on where he would land next. He simply studied anything passed, from the standing street signs to the many buildings that filled the area. The task was clear, to familiarize himself with the city. “It’s now five minutes before ten, didn’t realize that much time had passed.” Just up ahead a bus could be seen making a move to where a bus stop could be seen. “What do we have here?” He walked up to the side of the bus, catching sight of the number which read 127. “I wonder where this leads,” Kaito said. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to know the bus routes as well.” With that he made a move toward the front of the bus. The doors immediately opened upon reaching them. He stepped inside, tipping his hat to the driver before placing the required change into the slot. “Nice night.” “Indeed it is.” He kept his head low as he made his way to the back of the bus, catching a glimpse of those already seated looking up at him. There were two men seated next to one another in the second row on the right. The one closest to the window had black spiked hair with a cloth tied around his forehead. The man next to him was a lot larger in stature. He had on a brown wool jacket with a matching hat. Sitting directly behind was a woman, barely catching a glimpse of her as he pressed on. He didn’t stop until reaching the seat one spot ahead from the back row on the left side. “This will do.” Once seated it didn’t take long for the bus to start up. He eased back into the seat, having a look ahead to those seated in front of him. It didn’t take long for him to figure that the three were together, as evident from a conversation that began between the three. He then looked to the opposite side to see a lone man seated three seats up. “It appears this is just a typical night on the bus.” He referred back to the purchased bag shortly thereafter, looking over the additional contents laying inside. He reached in to grab hold of the fishing reel, bringing it to his ear as he listened to its tune for a second time. “Its low pitch is just what I need, this will prove useful in the long run.” He placed it back into the bag before facing back to the front of the bus. Not much registered to his mind for the minutes to come; only the distinct sound of his name being mentioned brought his attention to the three who sat in the same row as him. “Marco Gaffney… did they just mention Marco Gaffney?” Now on alert he sat up in his seat, slightly leaning forward to try and hear what was being said on the matter. Unfortunately the bus came to a stop shortly thereafter. The three people sitting up ahead all stood to their feet, making way to the exit door towards the front. “This might be the opening I was looking for,” Kaito thought. “I can’t allow for them to fall out of sight.” With that he strapped the bag back into place, making his way off of the bus with the use of the back doors. “Looks like my stroll of the neighborhood is just getting underway.” To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 109 A Plan Set Nothing but silence filled the room. He sat there for minutes after being escorted to the room, waiting for the arrival of the man he had come to see. There was no trouble with the delay in his mind, even welcoming the silence that came with the wait. The moment he least expected it the door to the room cracked open from behind. “I appreciate your patience.” James said entering the room. “No worries, I haven’t been waiting all that long to tell you the truth,” Heiji said. “Besides I’m in no hurry.” “I’m glad that’s the case,” James said. “I’m sure you know why I asked to see you.” “I have a good idea.” “I thought you might,” James said. “First I’d like to start off by thanking you for the footage obtained.” “I’m glad I was able to provide that for the investigation.” “I talked with your friend.” “My friend?” “Yes, the officer from Keystone City who helped set up those cameras for you.” “Oh yes,” Heiji said sitting up in his seat. “That’s right.” “Be sure to thank him for me the next time you see him.” “Will do.” “The main reason I asked for your attendance was to inform you about tomorrow’s meeting,” James said. “I’d like for you to be there.” “What’s the meeting for?” “We’ll be giving a full run down of information to the whole unit surrounding Kaitou Kid.” “I see,” Heiji said quickly catching on. “You want my input.” “Is that too much to ask for?” “Not at all.” "I figured you’d be up for the task," James said. "The time of the conference begins at ten thirty tomorrow morning." "Already sealed away, I'll be there," Heiji assured. "But I must ask, what is it you'd like me to say?" "I want you to take charge," James replied. "You obviously know this guy better than any of us, anything you may know will be useful." "Are you saying you want me to take center stage in this investigation?" "There's no clearer way of putting it," James confirmed. "Are you up for it?" "If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I never turn down a case." "Then it's stamped in stone," James said. "Which means I better get started on preparations for tomorrow." "Anything else you need from me for the time being?" "For now no, you're free to go." "Then I'll see you tomorrow." With that he stood up from the chair, drawing his hands from his side before making his way for the door. "Oh, and one last thing." He stopped just inches shy of the door, turning at the sound of his voice. "What is it?" "Tomorrow we make it official." "What do you mean?" "You'll see when the time comes,” James replied. “Good day detective.” He was unsure of what to take away from this. He then turned back for the door, shutting it as he stepped out. After ten heart wrenching minutes the task had finally been seen through. He grabbed hold of it, raising a brow at what he felt. The small device was then lowered down into the bag that laid at his side, zipping all contents away before making his way out. It didn't take long for him to do so. "Nothing but a cheap ploy." Dick said dropping down to the ground once more. "What do you mean," Tim asked. "Where's the bomb?" "In the bag," Dick replied. "It was nothing of concern." "What are you saying?" "If it had gone off at worst it would have blew maybe an extra five yards into the hole." "Not exactly your ordinary big bang." "I knew right away something was wrong when I retrieved it from the wall," Dick said. "Its weight, it wasn't what you would expect for a lethal explosion." "Mind taking it out," Tim asked. "I'd like to have a look at it myself." "As you wish." He repositioned the bag on his shoulder, bringing forward before zipping it open. "Here it is." Dick said reaching in to grab it. "Thanks." Tim said taking it into hand. The next seconds spent were taken examining the bomb uncovered. The light weight was apparent almost instantly. He then turned it to the back side where the wires could be seen that had been taken out of place during the process. “Find what you were looking for?” “No, but I did find what was to be expected.” “What were you expecting to find?” “That has yet to be determined,” Tim replied. “We won’t be able to answer that until further examination, which is why I’ll be taking it to Bruce to have a look at.” “Why,” Dick asked. “There’s no more use for it.” “Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a deeper significance,” Tim said in response. “One which isn’t visible on the surface.” “Can’t argue that,” Dick said. “Would you like a ride there?” “Don’t bother, I’ll catch a taxi,” Tim replied. “Besides one of us needs to stay here and set up surveillance, do you have any equipment in the car?” “Of course,” Dick replied. “Leave it to me, I’ll have this place wired down in no time.” “With any luck the person who set this all up will return, and then we’ll have them on camera.” “While I’m at it I might as well head down to the other end of this underground path,” Dick said. “No telling what might be lurking down the other side.” “I can only imagine,” Tim said before reaching into his pocket. “Nearly forgot to return this to you.” “What is it?” “The SSC.” Tim said handing it back to him. He took that time to place the device into the bag along with the rest of the bomb kit that he had brought along. “Need your light back as well?” “You can hang on to it,” Dick replied. “I brought down the spare remember.” “That’s right.” “I’ll call you and let you know if anything is uncovered once I’ve finished my search of this place,” Dick said. “Including the other end.” “Then I’ll leave you to that.” Tim said before turning back for the tunnel. “Good luck with that bomb.” “Thanks.” He took off with nothing further needing to be said, holding the light out in front as he headed down the dark path. The tempo had drastically changed from the time he had begun the cross referencing process. Each sheet looked over took at least five minutes to dissect. No words had been spoken between the two since this had started. Interested in any progress that might have been made he laid a hand down to the table to try and gain his attention. "So what do you think?" Nothing was said in response, not even a gesture to show acknowledgement. "He must really be into this whole research thing, I better leave this one alone for the time being." He leaned into the chair for further comfort, figuring it would be a long wait before all was completed. It wasn't long after that he peered over once more to see him looking over at him. "Did you say something?" Shinichi asked finally looking his way. "Oh.. yes," Conner replied. "I was wondering how things were coming along." "My view on things has widened significantly," Shinichi admitted. "But there still seems to be something missing." "Mind elaborating?" "It's all too erratic," Shinichi began. "The first element to consider is the several different backgrounds, there is no set age for who might receive one of these unexpected heart attacks." "I see." "The information you were able to gather does help to a degree, that I’m not denying." "I thought it might," Conner said. "And were you able to conclude anything from this information?” "As insightful as the files may be it didn't provide too much more than we already knew," Shinichi replied. "Four out of the sixteen entries I've gone through thus far show that the victims had prior heart complications before suffering the fatal one." "That defiantly gives you the vibe something is causing this outbreak." "That's been my belief since day three." "Now what?" "I'm going to go through the rest of these files," Shinichi replied. "Once that is completed I'll set up our next branch." "That makes it sound like you might have a plan." "Perhaps." “So from what you’ve observed, what would you say tempted these heart attacks?” “I can’t say for sure,” Shinichi replied. “At least not yet.” “There has to be a cause… but what.” “The sooner we find out, the better.” “Something I think we can all agree on,” Conner said. “How long do you think it will take you to get through the rest of those files.” “Not sure, but I’m moving as fast as I can.” “Whatever pace works for you.” “You don’t have to sit around here you know,” Shinichi said. “After all it might be awhile before I finish getting through the rest of this.” “I have no problem waiting, there’s nothing more I’d like than see this thing through.” “Let’s hope there’s a positive solution to come.” “I have a feeling there will be.” Dust had collected through the hours of the day, leaving him with something to do as the evening began to roll around. He had finished with the kitchen counter, lowering the dust cloth as he made a move for the door. The doorbell could be heard at that very moment. “This is unexpected, I wonder who could have come for a visit at this time of hour.” Not wanting to keep them waiting he exited the kitchen, heading straight for the front door. He jerked it open to see him standing on the other side. “Hello Alfred,” Tim greeted. “I hope this isn’t a bad time.” “Most certainly not,” Alfred said. “Come on in.” “Where’s Bruce?” Tim asked upon entering. “Right here.” He turned at the sound of his voice, finding he had just come from the book room. “Glad I was able to catch you on such short notice.” “How did things turn out at Mount Zomoph?” Bruce asked. “That’s exactly why I’m here.” He then reached into his jacket, pulling out something he was unable to identify at first glance. “What is that?” Bruce asked. “A disarmed bomb,” Tim replied. “Dick and I discovered it while investigating the underground site you told us about.” “Now that was unexpected, what were the circumstances?” “It was set to explode in less than eighteen hours.” “What would have been the span?” “Not harmful,” Tim replied. “It was planted in a wall that had already had been opened with an explosion.” “How deep was this hole in length?” “A good couple yards in,” Tim answered. “It was almost as if someone was making a path of some kind.” “But if that were true, why have a timer set?” Bruce stated. “True.” “Is there anything else of significance you have to report.” “From what was uncovered on the surface, no,” Tim replied. “But we did take some photos which I’m assuming Dick will go through some time tonight.” “Where is he now?” “Before departing he had the intent on bugging the place in the case the one who left the bomb returned.” “A move I think we can all agree is warranted.” Alfred said. “It wasn’t just the bomb,” Tim said. “But the positioning of where it was.” “Where was the location of where you found it?” “Underground,” Tim replied. “Right beneath the center of the amusement park.” “That’s very ironic.” “It makes you wonder more than anything.” “May I have a look at the bomb?” Bruce asked jumping back into the conversation. “Of course,” Tim replied walking. “That’s what brought me here to begin with.” He held out his hand to accept the deactivated bomb, taking those first seconds to examine it. “Think you’ll be able to find out the time for when it was originally set?” “No doubt,” Bruce replied. “But of course I’ll have reactivate it.” “Great,” Tim said. “Though I’m not sure how much significance it will present to our investigation.” “Every detail matters as it stands,” Bruce said. “On another subject have you heard from Shinichi, I haven’t been able to get in contact with him since arriving back.” “He’s with Conner.” “What’s he doing with him?” “Working the case of the heart attacks,” Tim informed. “The original plan was for him to come to me.” “Come to you for what?” “It appears Conner has some additional information surrounding the case,” Tim replied. “When he wasn’t able to get a hold of me he had the intent of coming here to present the information to you.” “I see,” Bruce said. “And where are they now?” “In Metropolis.” “You would have thought he’d have let one of us know where he was going before taking off.” “I’m sure there was a reason for that.” “When you spoke with him were you given details on the information collected?” “I didn’t actually speak with him,” Tim clarified. “Everything given to me was through a message he sent to my phone.” “Have you tried reaching him since you received the message?” “Of course,” Tim replied. “Didn’t get a response though, that must just mean they’re busy.” “I wouldn’t doubt it.” “So what now?” “Contact Dick and ask him for an update on his searches.” “Will do.” “In the meantime I’m going to go and begin my examination of this bomb.” Bruce said before turning for the other side. “Wait,” Tim said stopping him in his tracks. “What about the blood collected from Shinichi, have the results come back?” “Not yet, but I’m working on it,” Bruce replied. “And it’s not just that we need to stay on top of.” “What else?” “Finding and apprehending Pamela.” The final file had finally been placed off to the side, relived he had finished with the examination. It didn't take long for him to take notice. "You're finally done." "Yet there’s still no defiant answer to what the cause is." "I was afraid that'd be the case," Conner said. "What do you plan to do now?” "There are a couple actions we’re going to need to take,” Shinichi replied. “The first is to widen our view on things.” “There’s a lot that could mean.” “What I meant is that we need to look into other areas,” Shinichi elaborated. “We’ve been so fixated on their medical histories and x-rays taken, I think now would be a good time to make a loop on what we should be focused on.” “What did you have in mind?” “Similarities,” Shinichi replied. “Maybe something several of the victims shared in common.” “Habits perhaps?” “Yes,” Shinichi replied. “Anything ranging from work environment to daily routine.” “That’s not going to be easy to figure,” Conner said. “Especially with the amount of victims there are to account for.” “I realize how time consuming this will be, but it’s one of the few options we have yet to exploit.” “It seems you’ve got it all figured,” Conner said. “Is there anything I can do to help?” “Yes, there’s an important call I need to make to a good friend of mine,” Shinichi replied. “If it’s not too much to ask do you think I could use your phone?” “Of course.” He reached into his pocket, tossing him the phone within that instance. “Will I be able to reach someone long distance?” “You’re good to go.” Conner said giving him the nod. There was no waiting to come, instantly dialing the number to the person he sleeked. “This might just be the opening we’re looking for.” The time had come where all was finalized on what he was to wear come the nights beginning. He made the decision to turn off the TV, wanting to keep a clear vision on things to come. The sun could clearly be seen making its round to the other side by this time, making him more anxious than before. “You’ve been pacing in that same dreadful path for the past hour,” Konosuke stated from where he sat on the bed closest to the door. “I don’t see the problem in you having a seat.” “I’m thinking.” “And that requires the unnecessary movement?” “Maybe not,” Kaito said in partial agreement. “But it has helped with the process of me dissecting what must be done moving forward.” “And what is it you plan on doing,” Konosuke asked pushing for further information. “Ever since last night you’ve gone dark on the matter.” “With the G3 Power Emitter things weren’t quite as complex.” “I don’t understand?” “The newly given task,” Kaito continued. “The contractor once me to obtain some device known as a, ‘Networks Pivotal Equalizer’.” “Yes I know,” Konosuke said. “You told me after receiving the information yourself, but you still haven’t told me where this item is located.” “That’s the thing, I don’t know.” “What do you mean you don’t know where it is,” Konosuke questioned. “It’s obviously a high prized piece, shouldn’t the location of something of that caliber be documented?” “True, but it was misplaced while being transported between two cities,” Kaito informed. “Between here and Chicago.” “Misplaced?” “Stolen would be the exact description,” Kaito clarified. “Though it did turn up once more after that incident.” “And where was that?” “At an auction,” Kaito informed. “One which was held not even a mile from here.” “Are you saying the one to have taken the device sold it?” “It wasn’t just one person, but a group,” Kaito informed. “The Networks Pivotal Equalizer wasn’t the only thing taken, but everything else that had been stocked.” “Stocked,” Konosuke questioned. “Where was this stuff when it was taken?” “In the truck all accessories were being transported in,” Kaito replied. “It was at night after the truck had been parked in a reserved area that their move was made.” “You seem to know a lot about this.” “I’ve been keeping tabs.” “Does this group you mentioned have a name?” “The Sonnue,” Kaito replied. “One of the lesser known gang groups from the south side of the city.” “And they were the ones to auction off that device?” “Yes.” “But why steal all that stuff only to turn around to sell it within a blink?” “There’s always money to make,” Kaito said in response to this. “I don’t think you need a better explanation than that.” “You might be right,” Konosuke said. “In any case where is this device now, do you know who came out as the lead bidder?” “I do not.” “That puts a notable dent in the process.” “It’s true that I may not know who purchased it, but the list is limited.” “Say what?” "All in attendance at the auction were street dealers," Kaito informed. "Which means there's a chance it's mixed in somewhere in the neighborhood." "Let's say this is true, how do you plan on finding it?" "Like I said before, I'm going to have to take another approach," Kaito said. "With the city aware of Kaitou Kid along with the current circumstances this is the best option." "You said you plan on going dark," Konosuke said. "You still have yet to tell me what you plan to do, your only hint coming from your choice of clothing." "Isn't it obvious," Kaito said. "It's a means of folding into the fold." "You don't mean?" "Yes, it's time to expand on our connections," Kaito said. “It’s time I became one of them.” To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 108 Neighbor City He had checked all rooms on the upper floor, finding no sign of him. This opted him to check both the book room and the study. In the end there was no sign of him, or where he had gone for that matter. He returned to the front room, pulling out his phone as he did. “Did you find him?” “Not a trace.” “What are you going to do now?” “I’m going to try calling him,” Bruce replied. “Chances are wherever he’s gone off to he took his phone with him.” He wasted no further time in attempting to call him. He stood there for seconds, hearing nothing but an empty ring from the other end. He lowered the phone after knowing there would be no one to answer. “Now what?” Damian asked. “I’ll wait for him to return my call,” Bruce replied. “It appears I need to have a word with him on a matter or two, in the meantime I’m going to see how that analysis is coming along.” “The same analysis from the extracted blood?” “Yes,” Bruce confirmed. “If anyone calls let it ring, I’ll return any important calls when I come back.” With that he turned back for the other side of the room, heading directly for the study. He smiled at this late development before finally standing back to his feet. “Excellent.” There searches hadn’t mounted up to too much, but they continued to look around none the less. After scoping around the train tracks they made their way back to the left side. He kept the light out in front to help guide the way as they walked, pointing out something about halfway across the room. “Look there,” Dick said. “That’s defiantly something we should check out.” “It’s quite obviously a booth,” Tim said being able to make out what it was as they neared. “This must have been where the tickets were purchased when this place was up and running.” “No doubt,” Dick agreed. “Make sure you get some good photos of this area.” “Already ahead of you.” He raised the SSC 4.0 once again, making sure to get clear shots of the apparent booth sitting before them. He rotated from left to right, making sure to get imagery of all angles. “That should do.” “How many pictures did you take?” “Twelve in all?” “Good, that should be enough,” Dick said. “Come across anything unusual?” “Not on contact,” Tim replied. “But maybe something will register to our radar when we examine the photos later.” “That tends to be the case in most scenarios.” “What else is down here?” “Why don’t we find out.” Dick said flashing the light to the side of the room they had yet to check. What they found was a nothing but emptiness, the only thing to be seen was that of a lone poster that could be found pinned to the wall. His curiosity was enough to have him walk over to have a closer look. He stopped once reaching it. “Find something?” Tim asked. He didn’t reply initially, feeling around the wall for something that was apparently there. “What is it?” “Air,” Dick replied. “There’s a current of cool air blowing through here, I just can’t seem to pin point where it’s coming from.” He continued to massage his hand across the wall, finally coming to a stop after reaching the side of the poster. “Could it be?” The possibility was there. With little thought he reached for the top of the poster, tearing it away with one quick move to reveal what was on the other side. “You better head over here,” Dick said. “It looks like we’ve got something.” He had taken back to examining the area around the booth, responding to the sound of his voice almost instantly. “What is it?” Tim said walking his way. “Check it out,” Dick pointed. “Looks like we have ourselves a little disturbance.” He came all the way to his side, coming to find a marginable sized hole that had been hidden behind the poster. "And just when I thought this was going to be another generic scavenger hunt." "It would appear an explosion caused this," Dick said reaching down for a couple wall bits which still sat in place. "You can still see the explosive residue that was left behind, it's present on most of the ruble here." "But why?" "That's a really good question," Dick said. "But we have no real way of finding out without a deeper examination, besides we don't even have a time frame for when this could have occurred." "Not necessarily." Tim said. He moved in further, not coming to a stop until after reaching the wall. He lowered the SSC device down to his side before reaching out to grab hold of a piece of ruble. "Mind holding out the light?" "Sure," Dick replied. "What are you looking for?" With the light provided he took those next few moments to look over the small bits in hand, running a finger over each in the process. "A week," Tim finally answered. "Maybe two." "You mean when this wall was blown open?" "Yes." "That would imply someone was down here before the two of us." "But why put the poster here to hide the hole," Tim questioned. "Were they expecting others to come down here?” "You're right, this place has been abandoned for a good couple years now." "We need to figure out how deep this hole is.” "Agreed.” He aimed the light into the clear, looking ahead to see much distance between them and where the path of the hole ended. "Didn't notice the depth," Dick admitted. "That's at least fifteen yards in." "Makes you wonder what might have been going on down here." "Mind holding onto the light for a minute?" "Not at all," Tim replied. "You going in?" "At this point one of us needs to," Dick confirmed. "I won’t be long.” "Your call, I'll cover everything from out here." "The holes about fifty two inches in height, forty six in length," Dick said making a brief examination. "That's wide enough for me to fit in without much problem." "Be careful in there," Tim pointed out. "There are several sharp edges along the wall to look out for." "Thanks, I noticed," Dick said readying himself to make an attempt in. "Here goes nothing." He lowered his hands down to the bottom of the passage, leaping up with a careful jump in. Before making any move to head in deeper he turned back to face him. "Make sure you keep that light steady." "Loud and clear." With that he turned back for the path ahead, wondering what he would find in the coming moments. He moved his arms in closer before beginning to crawl his way through. The flash from the light made for a relatively clear path on. About eighty feet in he stopped, finding a small metal of some kind sitting in the middle of the path. "I wonder what this could be." It was a little bit hard to see, but tucked it away into his back pocket none the less before pushing on once more. The rough pavement from all sides of the wall became very apparent, clawing at his sides every few seconds or so. He blocked this from his mind, not making a single stop until reaching the end of the path. “Have you reached the end?” Tim called out. It was a bit hard to see what was out in front of him, holding out his hand which came into contact with the wall soon after. “It would appear so.” “What can you see?” “Hold on.” Dick replied. The distance he had crawled left the light used to help him on his path rather dim. Wanting to get a clear view on things he reached into his pocket for his phone, turning it on after retrieving it. He held it out to provide for lighting in the direct area. He crawled a little further in, shifting the lighting of the phone from one side of the wall to the other. “This is where it ends, but why,” Dick thought. “There’s nothing here that would suggest why this path was made.” There had to be a reason, and he was determined to find out what. He eased in just a bit more, finding it in himself to roll to his back side. His eyes widened at what he saw. “It can’t be.” He raised the phone up, straightening its light to the ceiling to reveal the numbers, the declining numbers that counted down before him. “Tim, we’ve got a problem.” “What is it,” Tim asked still holding the light in position. “Did you find something?” He fell stiff for the next moments, lowering the phone down to his chest. “A bomb,” Dick finally replied. “There’s a bomb attached to the top of the wall.” “A bomb,” Tim exclaimed. “Are you sure?” “No doubt.” “The time, how much time?” “Less than eighteen hours,” Dick replied. “Seventeen and forty eight minutes to be exact.” “That should be enough,” Tim said. “We need to disarm it.” “Agreed.” “How is it connected to the wall?” “Looking into that now.” He slightly pushed up from his position on his back, surprised to find what was connected to the back side of the confirmed bomb. “Tape?” He was hesitant on trying to remove the bomb from the wall, quickly deciding against it before easing down to his back once more. “What’s the situation,” Tim asked. “Can you tell what has it clamped into place?” “Tape.” “That’s unexpected.” “I think we had better try disarming it from here.” “You don’t want to try removing it from the wall?” “There’s no telling how this thing may react.” “Obviously not motion censored,” Tim said. “If it had been there would have been some kind of response.” “I’m coming out now.” “You sure about this?” He didn’t respond, focusing strictly on making his way out from the hole in the wall. This took under a minute, dusting himself off after dropping back down to the ground. “If we’re not going to remove that bomb, how do you propose we do it within a timely fashion?” “I’ve got a bomb kit in the back trunk of my car.” “Wow, you really did come prepared.” Tim said. “I’ve always kept it back there, just in case of an expected turn like we have here today.” “None of this makes any sense,” Tim said. “If someone wanted to plant a bomb why not just set it up in this general area, why in the wall.” “Not just that, but the way it was concealed by the poster that had been covering it.” “It doesn’t make sense for anyone to go that extra length, especially since this place has been abandoned.” “Unless of course they were expecting someone would come through here.” “There’s no real way of finding out the answer to that without finding the person who set it there.” “You’re right.” “That may be in the dark for the near future, but I’m certain we’ll be able to figure out how long that bombs been here,” Tim said. “That is after we’ve disarmed and made sure there is no safety measures needed.” “I wouldn’t doubt it.” “So what’s the plan from here?” “For you to wait here while I go and retrieve that kit,” Dick replied. “I’ll return as soon as I can, keep your guard up.” “You don’t have to tell me,” Tim said. “I’m fully aware the person to have set this all up may have plans to return at some point.” “Glad to know we’re on the same page,” Dick said before turning back for the tunnel they had come. “I’ll see you soon.” “Wait,” Tim said stopping him in his tracks. “You might need this.” He turned back just in time to see the flash light tossed back to him, catching with relative ease. “Thanks.” Dick said with a nod before finally taking off. It didn’t take long for him to fall out of sight, with the fading of the light following in his place every second that past. “What in the world is going on?” It had past the two hour mark from the time they had departed. By this time he had fallen into a brief rest which was interrupted by excitement from a few of the other passengers a few rows back. He immediately looked down at his watch after this occurred. “Twenty four hours have passed since the transformation,” Shinichi thought. “I don’t know if I should be pleased or concerned.” His thoughts were quickly washed away with the sight of him returning back to his seat across from him. “I see you’ve awoken, good.” “Where were you just now?” Shinichi asked. “On a stroll of the train,” Conner replied. “I needed the walk.” “How long were you gone for?” “No more than twenty minutes,” Conner replied. “You were out the entire time.” “Which I needed,” Shinichi said. “It was an up and down night.” “Didn’t get much sleep?” “Not for the first couple hours.” “That would imply you’ve got something on your mind.” “That’s a fair point.” “Want to talk about it?” “I’d rather not.” “Speaking of ongoing activities, I saw that story on the news about that heist,” Conner said. “The one that occurred at the building that just opened.” “You mean the Futures Building?” “That’s the place.” “What about it?” “They had an update on the morning news about the situation,” Conner continued. “Have you been following the story?” “We’ve been on that case for days now,” Shinichi informed. “It wasn’t until two nights ago that we discovered that the person at the heart of these crimes was Kaitou Kid.” “Somehow I knew you were involved,” Conner said. “Especially after learning Kaitou Kid’s known grounds, which tended to be in Japan.” “A known fact by most,” Shinichi said. “I’ve had my share of run in’s with him over the past months.” “Now that I didn’t know,” Conner admitted. “But why here, any idea why he’s traveled across the world to alter the field?” “That I’m uncertain of,” Shinichi replied. “But rest assured we will find out.” It was at that given time that a loud noise could be heard from outside the train, feeling the grinding of the tracks from below. “Any idea what’s going on?” “We’re here.” Conner replied. That came very apparent within the moments that passed, sitting back as the train finally came to a complete stop all within the next minute. They decided to wait it out for the first moments, not wanting to get themselves caught up in the cluttered line leading to the exit. He pulled out his phone as they waited. “Who do you plan on calling?” “To try and get a hold of one of the others,” Shinichi replied. “I want to make sure they are aware of my whereabouts.” “Don’t bother,” Conner said. “I already called Tim while you were out, though he didn’t answer I did leave a message.” “How long ago was that?” “Fifteen minutes ago I’d say,” Conner replied. “I’d give it some time, he’s probably just busy right now.” “I wouldn’t doubt it.” It didn’t take long for most everyone to find their way out past the exits, making way for the two of them. “I think we’re good to go.” Conner said being the first to stand to his feet. The two followed those who continued to the left side, not taking long for them to reach the exit as well. He put a hand over his eyes upon stepping out, taking the time to adjust to the sun that still shined bright. “And here we are.” “Where to?” “This way.” Conner pointed. The two took to the right where most everyone else walked. It was very apparent where they were heading in the seconds that past, inching in closer to the large structure which he assumed to be the train station. It was then that he took note of a sign molded into the ground which read 'Welcome to Metropolis.’ "I guess that answers my question." "What was that?" Conner asked glimpsing back at him. "Nothing," Shinichi replied. "Nothing at all." He had waited over for thirty minutes in quietness, turning at the sound of him re-entering the room. "How's it been, anything change with the situation since the time I left?" "Not at all." Tim replied. "That's good to know." "Did you bring the kit?" "Right here." Dick said pointing to the strap around his shoulder. "Great." "What have you been doing for the past thirty minutes?” "I'm glad that you asked," Tim said. "I actually took the time to finish my search of the room, using that SSC device of yours." "And what were you able to find?" "Nothing significant," Tim replied. "Well at least not at first glance, we can look over the photos after we're done here." "Sounds like a plan." "You ready to get this thing started?" "I need to make a few adjustments first," Dick said. "Mind holding onto the light for me?" "Not at all." With that he tossed him the flash light before dropping down to a knee. He then resorted to removing the bag from his shoulder, placing it out to the ground out in front of him. "What's wrong?" Tim asked flashing the light down at the bag. "Nothing at all," Dick replied. "Just making sure everything is in place before moving in." "You sure you don't want me to take over this time?" "I'd rather do it myself." "Your call." It didn't take much longer for him to get situated, pulling out what he needed before zipping the bag shut. "Wish me luck." Dick said standing back to his feet. "Anything different you need me to do this time around?" "Not at all,” Dick replied. “Just keep that light in place.” “You got it.” With that he turned back for where the hole could be found in the wall, wasting no time in heading back over. “You sure you don’t want to take the light in with you this time?” Tim asked following from behind. “No need, I grabbed an extra I had in the trunk.” Dick said coming to a stop upon reaching the wall. “Then I guess we’re all set.” “Here goes nothing.” He raised himself back into the wall once again, feeling as if it were a tighter fit than it had been before. He slowly maneuvered his way in, careful of the sharp edges on the sides of the wall. He made it to the end of the path in no time, rolling to his back once again to still see the bomb still in place. “Now comes the fun part.” No time was wasted in him reaching for the spare flash light that was tucked away around his belt. He placed it to a flat section of the ground before turning it on, slowly removing his hand to see it balanced in place. “Step one completed,” Dick said. “Now for the bomb.” He reached for the tools obtained from the car, readying himself for the next stage to be met. Everything seemed so different, the tone, visible structures, the atmosphere even. They had traveled so little in distance, yet it seemed like a great leap had been taken. He looked out the window of the cab as they drove, gradually becoming familiar with everything that surround them. “So what do you think?” “What’s that?” Shinichi asked looking his way. “I mean compared to Gotham.” Conner clarified. “Couldn’t really tell you,” Shinichi replied. “I haven’t really got the feel for this place yet.” “Fair enough.” “So where is this place of yours?” Shinichi asked. “Further west,” Conner replied. “But that’s not where we’re going.” “It’s not,” Shinichi questioned. “But I thought you said that’s where that file is, the one on your computer.” “Why head down there when we can access the file elsewhere?” “Now you’ve completely lost me.” "You'll understand when we get there," Conner said. "Which isn’t far from here." The cab continued to move down the road, not coming to a stop until after passing the next street light. Unsure of where they were he took a look out of the window to see a large building to the right size. "This is it." Conner said The two exited the cab, watching as it continued on down the road. "What is this place?" "The public library." Conner replied. "What are we doing at a library?" "This is where we can gain access to the files.” "How do you plan on accessing those files from here?" "This is a common place I tend to visit," Conner said. "And with that being the case I had a little something set up." The two then made their way up a fleet of stone stairs, walking past a set of automatic doors which allowed them into the building. He couldn’t help but stop to take a quick look at all that filled the room, admiring the amount of books that could be seen. “I like the choice.” "We’ll save the tour for later, come on." Conner said leading him to the right. It was clear where they were headed, not stopping until reaching the front desk where a man could be seen looking over something on the computer that was sat out upon the desk. It took all but a few seconds for him to notice the two of them standing, putting on a smile as he looked to attend their services. “How might I help the two of you today?” “Just the usual.” Conner replied before pulling out a card which he held out for him to see. “You’re free to pass,” The clerk said in acceptance. “Just be sure to keep the noise level to a minimum.” “As always.” Conner replied with a nod. He kept the lead from there, heading toward a door which could be seen at the far wall. “Where now are we going?” “The backroom.” “What’s in the backroom?” Shinichi asked. “All the electronics,” Conner replied. “Computers, printers, they even added a scanner not too long ago.” “And this is where you plan to access the file mentioned?” “That’s correct.” They reached the door in a matter of seconds. He opened it while stepping to the side, giving way for him to walk in. The room was wider than he was expecting, turning out to be the size of a small classroom. There were four computers on each side, with the printer and scanner being at the far wall opposite of them. There were only two others in the room besides themselves, both who sat on the right side of the room. “So,” Conner said stepping in after him. “What do you think?” “Not bad, it has plenty of space.” “It wasn’t always like this, that is before they remolded about two months ago.” “Does it matter which computer we use?” “I’m glad that you asked,” Conner replied before walking forward. “The last one on the left.” He followed him all the way to the left corner, watching as he took a seat in front of the computer. “Why this one,” Shinichi asked. “You must have a reason for choosing it.” “This computer is linked to the one located at the apartment.” “How’s that?” “It’s a bit of a story,” Conner replied. “One I’ll let you in on once we’re finished here.” He then resulted to turning the computer on, holding down control ‘a’ while sliding in a device of some kind into the usb port. The screen was blue upon switching it on for the first moments, only for a desktop to appear shortly thereafter. “Now we’re good to go.” “Interesting trick.” “Hold on, this won’t take long.” With that said he dove into the first file, opening to reveal a second set. After bringing up a new page he clicked into yet another folder which read 'secret files'. "Is this the file you spoke of?" "This is them." He selected two of the files, opening them both with a click of the mouse. He then used the print command to bring up the menu. "That's eighty two pages in all," Shinichi said taking notice of the page count. "Do you think it would be ok for us to use that much ink?" "First five pages are free," Conner informed. "From there on out it's twenty five cents each additional page." "Do you have enough to cover the amount?" "Of course, I made sure of that before we came." He stood up from the chair once this was completed, heading straight toward the printer which was right of the scanner. The two stood in wait as the papers gradually slid out for them to take. This process lasted for over two minutes before he was able to grab hold of all sheets. "Now we're good to go.” "Where to now?" Shinichi asked. "The reading area is as good as any other location," Conner replied. “We passed through there on our way here.” “I still don’t understand,” Shinichi said as the two began walking. “Why bring me all the way here just to print all this stuff out, couldn’t you have done that and brought all of the files needed to Wayne’s place?” “You’ll understand why I didn’t once you’ve looked over everything yourself.” They reached the door to the room soon after, exiting as quietly as they had entered. “There aren’t too many people here today besides us,” Shinichi said having a look around the room. “A little surprising for a big place like this.” “Give it another hour, that’s about the time you’ll have the usual’s pull in.” “Speaking of time,” Shinichi said checking his watch which read ten after four. “You would have thought someone would have tried reaching me by now.” “Have you tried checking your phone?” He took the time to do just that, pulling it out to find the battery had juiced out. “I guess that would explain.” Shinichi muttered before laying it back into his pocket. They made their way around a bookcase only to come into the path of another. After walking past the second they found their way to a lone table which sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by shelves and books on all sides. “This will do.” Conner said being the first to have a seat. He took a seat across from him, more than ready to hear what he had to share. “Here’s one set,” Conner said pushing one pile of papers toward him. “And here is the other.” He looked at the two stacks laid out before him, quickly determining the contents of each. “On the right we have records for each of the patients who suffered these heart attacks, while also sustaining brain damage in the process.” Shinichi said quickly skimming through it. “That’s correct.” “And here on the left is all medical records prior to the heart attacks,” Shinichi said giving the second stash a look as well. “What is it exactly you wanted me to do?” “There’s got to be a common denominator that links these attacks, which is why I came in search of Bruce,” Conner said. “But since he and Tim were unavailable, you’re the only viable option I could think of.” He smiled, steadying each stack before looking across to him once more. “I’ll see what I can do.” The time had finally come, gazing down at the final product that was laid out before him. It started with the black pants and scruffy belt. Next came the silver under shirt, which was then covered by a top black shirt, one which had a visible skull with two swords crossing from behind. A black leather jacket was then slid into place, followed by a black fitted hat that had the same trademark skull that could be seen on the shirt. Last of all came the shoes. The insides were a dark violet, rolling a finger on the outside which was a solid black with silver laces. “Perfect.” There was only one thing that remained, having a full sized look from head to toe of the clothes he had put on. He was pleased at what he saw upon reaching the mirror. “What do you think?” Kaito said turning to face him. “Do you really want me to answer that?” “I’ll take that as a positive.” He then reached for a wallet attached to a small chain which was set on top of the TV. Once in his possession he placed it into his pocket, letting the chain hang freely. “You still have yet to tell me what you plan to do.” “Tonight,” Kaito said with his sights set to the mirror. “Tonight all will be explained.” To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 107 A Step From the Boarder “My help,” Shinichi questioned once more. “What do you need me for?” “There’s been an outbreak,” Conner replied. “One which I’m sure you’re fully aware of by now.” “You don’t say.” “How much do you know about the recent heart attacks?” “Only an estimation of a victim amount, no idea of the potential cause for the unnatural increase,” Shinichi replied. “But what of it, do you have something to share that might shed some light on the situation?” “I would hope so.” “If that is true then why not get straight to the point,” Damian said uncrossing his arms. “You’ve already wasted enough of our time as it is.” “To be quite honest it would be best if you two came and had a look for yourself,” Conner said in response. “It’d be too much for me to try and explain on these circumstances.” “Sorry to say, but we’re on a bit of a tight schedule.” Damian quickly declined. “As much as I’d like to assist you, I’ve been told not to leave the premises until the results are determined from the blood collected.” “What blood?” “Mine,” Shinichi replied. “We’re hoping it will reveal what caused my transformation.” “Figures.” “I’m sure if you wait here Bruce will return soon.” Shinichi said. “Not for at least another two hours.” Damian stated. “Two hours,” Conner said with the raise of his hands. “Geez, that’s a long time.” “Don’t know what to tell you.” “What kind of information have you collected exactly?” Shinichi asked getting back to the point. “It wasn’t me who gathered and put all the files together,” Conner replied. “That was done by a friend.” “Have you seen these any of these files for yourself?” “Yes of course.” “What should we be expecting to see?” “Photos,” Conner replied. “Along with a full report on each situation recorded.” “By report, do you mean on the condition of victims who sustained these unexpected heart attacks?” “That’s right.” “I’m interested,” Shinichi said giving it some thought. “Where might this friend of yours be at this given time?” “That’s not something to worry about, all files are sitting at the desk back at my place,” Conner informed. “They were sent this morning.” “If that is true, then why didn’t you bring this case file with you?” Damian questioned. “I don’t have the exact file,” Conner clarified. “I was only forwarded scanned copies through a private line, which came to me through computer.” “That’s still a wasted trip to a degree,” Damian said. “You could have just sent these files by email if it was that important.” “Like I said before the information given to me was sent through a private line,” Conner reminded. “Most of the information given to me isn’t even known to the public as of yet.” “And the problem?” “The chance of any of what was sent to me being intersected somehow.” “Who would want to do that?” Damian questioned. “You’d be surprised.” “I see,” Shinichi said catching on. “You’re hoping to keep this all self-contained, within this group that is.” “That’s one way of putting it.” “Where is this computer of yours,” Shinichi asked. “I’d like to have a look at what was sent to you.” “The computer is at my place, which is a ways away from here.” “How far?” “Didn’t you just get done saying you’re not supposed to leave here until the results come back on your blood.” “Under normal circumstances, but this matter is of importance,” Shinichi said. “We’ve been trying to tackle this from the day I arrived.” “I don’t wish to deny you,” Conner said. “But shouldn’t you let someone know where you’re going?” “It’ll be fine, I don’t plan on being long,” Shinichi replied. “Damian here can let them know where I’ve run off to when they return.” “Leave it to me.” Damian said. “Your call,” Conner said. “But are you sure about the decision?” “Lives could be at stake here,” Shinichi reminded. “The way I see it the sooner we get this handled the more turmoil we can prevent, deaths even.” “I’ll argue no more.” With that said he turned his attention back to the shoes still in his possession. He wasted little time in fitting them into place. He then looked at the time registered to his watch before taking the first step out past the door. “Make sure to let Bruce know where I’ve gone off to when he returns.” “I heard you quite clearly the first time.” Damian remarked. It was a response that came as no surprise, almost expected. The two made their way down the outside stairs, hearing the low sound of the door closing from behind. “So.. I see the two of you have been making progress.” “Nice to see you’ve been attentive.” “How do you feel,” Conner asked. “As opposed to yesterday?” “Couldn’t really tell you,” Shinichi replied. “I feel about the same, on all fronts.” “Good, then perhaps we won’t have any wild episodes on the trip there.” “Speaking of which, what is the traveling arrangement from here to your place?” “Partially by cab, the other by train.” “Train?” “Yea, the Gotham subway,” Conner replied. “One of the more popular methods of traveling around here.” “That seems to be the case with most big cities.” “That’s one thing I think we can all agree on,” Conner said facing forward. “Let’s hurry, I don’t want to keep the driver waiting.” It was then that he laid his eyes to the cab sitting just past the gate. A large portion of the sun was blocked off at the given time of day due to several clouds that occupied the skies. It had just past the time of thirty after ten by the time he had arrived, pleased to find the line to the entrance to be a relatively small. He took a couple steps more to catch sight of the sign pinned up to the wall which read ‘Mount Zomoph’, confirming the location. “This is defiantly the place.” He stood there for seconds to come, knowing he would soon be joined. “You’re on time, great.” He turned at his voice, glad the wait was over. “Have trouble finding the place?” “Not at all,” Dick replied. “How long have you been waiting?” “Roughly thirty minutes,” Tim replied. “I’m glad you decided to come.” “What about Heiji, did you invite him along as well?” “I have him looking into something else as we speak.” Tim replied. “Is there plans for him to join us once he finished his task.” “Not what I had in mind,” Tim answered. “Besides he has something to do up at the station this evening.” “Regardless, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” “Don’t worry,” Tim said. “I made good use of that time.” “Is that so?” “I purchased a ticket to the park when I first arrived,” Tim informed. “Once in I returned to the scene where that bathroom had exploded.” “And?” "I found out the weapon used in the explosion," Tim replied. "A C4 explosive." “The news just keeps piling in,” Dick said. "Which probably means a detonator was used in the blind attack.” "That’s a good assumption," Tim agreed. "My first thought was a landmine or automatic bomb was used." "I must ask, how were you able to obtain that information," Dick questioned. "It’s not like the department officials to give out information like that on an empty hand, unless of course it was already public knowledge." "You're right," Tim said. "Which is why I came prepared." He reached down into his pocket, taking a short time for him to hold out a laminated card for him to see. "Pleasure meeting you Officer Stewart," Dick said playing along. "When did you get the time to have that made?" "I've had it for about a month now," Tim replied. "I had it manufactured with a few others, all for different circumstances that may come to pass.” "No need to check the main park area since you’ve already gone in," Dick said. "Which leaves us only with the task of finding a way down to that abandoned train station Bruce told us about." "That won't be a problem," Tim said. "There's an entrance on the other side of the park that leads to the area just above the sewer." “You’re on top of things today.” “It was actually Alfred who passed on the information,” Tim informed. “It would appear he did some research or knows a thing or two about the place.” “From what you’ve said it should be no more than a five minute walk from here.” “Very good estimation.” Tim said taking the first step. “I’ve been thinking about it all the way here.” Dick said following at his side. “About what?” “Bruce brought us up to speed on this abandoned train station, but he never did tell us what we should be looking to find.” “Funny that you mention,” Tim said. “I was just fixing to ask you about the same thing.” “Looks like we’ll have to wait until we get there, maybe then we’ll understand the hidden message within that riddle.” “I’m positive that we will.” They carried on from there, casually making their way around the large amusement park perimeter to the opposite side. After just over an hour of driving they had finally reached the drop point, exiting the cab to find their way onto the corner of the street. “And here we are,” Conner said holding out a hand to the large green structure before them. “The Gotham train station.” “So this is it huh,” Shinichi said giving it a look. “Not bad.” “Wait until you see the inside.” Conner said marching on. He followed from close behind, taking note of every small detail that came to sight. The structure of the station was long and towering. Not surprising there was already a large group in attendance. “I assume you don’t already have the tickets.” “Not yet.” “Where is the ticket booth,” Shinichi asked. “Is it close to here?” “Closer than you may think,” Conner replied. “It’s located on the left after we get past the doors here.” It didn’t take long for them to reach the glass doors which automatically moved off to the side upon coming within feet of them. He followed what he had said, turning to the left where he immediately caught sight of it. The ticket booth was surrounded by many who anxiously waited in a line that had already been formed. “Hey Conan, mind waiting here while I go and get the tickets?” “Not at all.” Shinichi replied. “This shouldn’t take long.” With that he walked over, joining an already building line which was getting more and more cluttered by the minute. He found himself a place against the wall as the wait began, immediately checking the time on his watch as the wait began. “And here we go.” A strange feeling came over him within that moment, an unexpected one. He almost felt as if he was being watched, keeping an eye on all those who passed along, including the others standing throughout the right side of the hall. “Am I thinking too much into this, or could someone really be watching,” Shinichi thought to himself. “… It’s probably nothing.” He left it at that for the time being, still feeling the need to stay on alert. After just over five minutes of walking they finally arrived to the back of the facility. “So,” Dick said giving the area a look,” Where’s this entryway you mentioned?” “You’re standing on it.” Tim informed. He took the time to have a step back, discovering a manhole beneath him. “Talk about coincidence.” “Go on and give it a lift, it should already be loose.” “Am I to assume that you’ve already been back here?” “That’s a fair assumption,” Tim replied. “It was actually the first thing I did when I arrived, even before going in to check out that situation with the former bathroom.” “Have you gone down yet?” “That I haven’t done.” “You sure this thing doesn’t lead straight to the sewer?” “Only one way of finding out.” “Right you are.” He took another step back before dropping down to a knee, finding the manhole top to be loose just as stated. He removed it with absolute ease, finding a ladder attached to the wall which lead to complete darkness. “You going first?” “I’d prefer it.” “Need a light?” “No need,” Dick replied. “I’ve got one of my own.” “I figured you would.” “Stay here until I reach the bottom,” Dick instructed. “I’ll call you down once all is clear.” “Your call.” He reached into his pocket, taking just seconds for him to pull out a small flash light. He took little time in switching it on, flashing it down into the dark. “Can you see the bottom?” “Just barely,” Dick replied. “I think we’re looking at about a thirty five feet drop from here.” “That’s a good ways down.” Tim said as he watched him get in position to head in. “See you soon.” With that he began his ascension down, moving carefully in his motion. Much rust could be seen, not only on the ladder that he moved upon but the surrounding walls. As faint as it may have been nearly halfway down he heard a sound from below, almost as if something had darted past in one quick drive. “What was that?” This alert made him even more aware than he had been before, moving slower in his progressions the rest of the way down. He finally reached the bottom, dropping down with a splash from below. He aimed the light downward to find only a puddle of water. "Now let's see what we have here." He raised the light, flashing ahead just in time to see a large rodent dart across from the left side all the way to the right. "Only a rat." It was at that moment that a light flashed down on him from above. He looked up to see him still at the top gazing down at him. "How is it down there?" "Come on," Dick replied. "We're having a party." "We?" "I'll tell you when you get down." "What in the world is he talking about?" Tim muttered. Not wanting to waste any time, he began to scour the area with the use of the flash light, finding he was in the tunnel they had been informed of. It was too dark to see what was ahead, limiting him to the surrounding area. He heard yet another sound, flashing the light to the ground once more. "Just another tunnel critter," Dick said. "This place isn't as abandoned as you may think." It was only moments after that he heard the soft drop from behind, knowing he had been joined. "Did you close the top of the manhole on your way down?" "Of course," Tim said replied coming to his side. "What was all that commotion about a couple seconds ago?" "Just a couple of rats." "Rats?" "Yea, I prefer the bats myself," Dick said making a move deeper into the tunnel. "Come on, it would appear we have much ground to cover." "You keep your sights on the right," Tim said. "Leave everything on the left to me." "Why's that," Dick questioned. "You afraid someone else might be down here besides us?" "Those rats for starters." Tim reminded. "Point taken." They began their journey down the wide dark tunnel from there. The focus level was now at a max. The sound of something tapping down to the ground could be heard a short distance up. Curious as to what it was he flashed his light into that direction to find it was only a portion of water sliding down from a pipe upon the wall. He then flashed the light to the right wall to see the same thing in play. “You alright there,” Dick questioned. “You seem rather uneasy.” “Just having a look around,” Tim replied. “That’s why we’re here after all.” “Any idea where this tunnel ends?” “It depends on which way we take,” Tim replied. “If I’m not mistaken we should arrive at an intersection relatively soon.” “And which way leads to the out of service subway station?” “The route to the left,” Tim replied. “Which is the one we’re going to take.” “Not that it really matters, but what if we decided to go right,” Dick questioned. “Any idea what’s down that end?” “Not a clue,” Tim replied. “Neither Alfred nor Bruce said anything on the matter.” “I think we better go check it out,” Dick said. “If we’re going to spend a marginable time down here I don’t see why we can’t check out the whole place.” “I see no harm in that.” “Then it’s settled.” It was just as he said, taking just a few more steps before they came into view of the intersection of mentioned. The decision on which way to go was spontaneous, both heading straight for the left without anything needing to be said. Fifteen minutes had passed since the time they had left the checkpoint. Not much had been said over the duration of the time. He found himself watching everything they passed as the train continued to move on, one heavy question still weighing down on his mind. He turned in the seat looking across to where he sat opposite of him. “You still have yet to tell me where this train’s destination is.” He had been looking up at the ceiling, clearly juggling with something that was on his mind. He looked down to face him after hearing his voice. “What was that?” “How much longer until this train comes to a stop?” “You might want to sit back and relax for a bit,” Conner advised. “Because we still have another couple good hours to go.” “A couple hours to go,” Shinichi questioned before sitting up straight. “Where exactly do you live?” “You make it sound like you have something important to attend,” Conner said. “Don’t you like a surprise from time to time, besides you can check your ticket.” “I already have,” Shinichi said. “MET is all it says, is that a town here in Gotham or another city all together?” He sat back in the seat with nothing further to say. “You’ll know in time.” From this he knew there was no further use in pushing for further information, finally deciding to sit back in his seat once again. “A couple hours to go, great,” Shinichi thought. “Now… how to help pass some time?” All had gone as hoped. He went through the paperwork on the ride back, making sure all files were lined up in the correct order. After setting the folder aside he looked to the front of the car. The front of the mansion had finally come into view, coming to find the gate to be open. "I could have sworn the gate was closed when I departed." "I'm sure it's nothing to concern ourselves with," Bruce said. "Damian would have contacted us if there was a problem." "Perhaps you're right." They drove in past the gate, bringing a stop to the car shortly thereafter. "You can go ahead get out here," Alfred said. "I'm going to take the car around to the garage, I’ll see you inside in the next minute." "I'll be waiting." He stepped out past the door, locking it on his way out. The car could be heard heading for the garage as he made his way for the stairs. His phone began to ring halfway up, choosing to ignore it for the time being. He pulled out his key for the door upon reaching it, finding it to already be unlocked. "First the gate, now the door." This development put him on alert, slowly opening the door as he pushed his way in. He closed it as calmly as it had been opened. His first instinct was to scour the room, checking to see if anything had been tampered with in the least. This process took only moments to complete. “Everything seems fine.” It was then that the first door on the right at the top of the stair case fell open, looking up as Damian appeared with a towel sitting around his neck. “You’re back,” Damian said walking down the stairs. “I thought I heard something.” “What’s with the towel?” “Just finished with my pre mid-day routine.” “Why was the front gate open,” Bruce asked. “Did Dick happen to stop by?” “I thought it was you who left it that way,” Damian replied arriving down from the stairs. “It has been that way all morning.” “Perhaps it didn’t close correctly when the remote was used this morning,” Bruce said. “I’ll have to give it a look tonight.” “Did you listen to the radio on the way back?” “No, we drove with no audio,” Bruce replied. “Is there something I should know about?” “That probably means you haven’t heard the breaking news that passed in the last hour,” Damian said. “That footage you collected and gave to Hattori to hand over to the police has been aired.” “Something that was expected to come very soon.” “But don’t you think that will aggravate the situation,” Damian questioned. “In the least it might cause Kid to make another move sooner than planned, maybe even as quickly as tonight.” “Maybe.” “Which means going after him,” Damian said. “I’d like another shot at him.” “You may have to hold off on that opportunity for a while.” “What are you saying,” Damian questioned. “That you plan on leaving me behind, for a second night in a row?” “That’s not what I meant,” Bruce replied. “The fact of the matter is he’s not going to make an appearance tonight.” “What makes you so sure?” “If you were in his shoes and found that your presence had been compromised, would you?” “But it’s also a known fact that he craves the attention.” “Yet he has shown no signs of such behavior,” Bruce replied. “At least not for the past couple months, which has been reported.” “So how are we supposed to find him?” “We start from the bottom up,” Bruce replied. “Which means looking into the many possible uses the G3 Power Emitter may have.” “By the time we’ve determined all of that who’s to say Kid doesn’t skip town by then?” “Doubtful, but a possibility,” Bruce acknowledged. “Which is why we need to work quickly, where is Shinichi?” “No idea,” Damian replied. “Haven’t seen him all day.” “Are you sure?” “Why don’t you try checking the upstairs room,” Damian suggested. “Maybe he’s yet to awake.” “At this time of day, I wouldn’t suspect that to be his routine,” Bruce said heading for the stairs. “I’ll be back shortly.” He watched as he made his way to the next floor, a devious grin coming to his face in the seconds that came. “Sorry Kudo, but this is just the way the dice rolls.” A time had passed from their start down the dark tunnel, sighting several scraps along the ground as they walked. This ranged from paper flakes to outdated newspapers. He began wondering how much longer they had to go, increasing with every move made. “We’ve been walking for over six minutes now,” Dick said flashing his light down upon his wrist to confirm his claim. “How much longer until we reach this place?” “It’s a little over a half mile from when we made the turn,” Tim replied. “And judging by the pace we’re moving at we should be there within the next minute, two at most.” “Think there’s another exit we could take from this side?” “No idea.” “I’d hate to have to walk all the way back to the other side to return to the surface,” Dick said. “Then again we have to head back anyway, I almost forgot we have another whole section to check out.” “That is true.” He flashed his light ahead once again as they continued to walk. All discussion had been dropped by the two moving on. It came as no surprise in the next minute when the tunnel had finally come to an end. “Finally,” Dick said holding the light out in front. “We’re here.” “The lighting is next to nothing down here,” Tim said. “Any photos that we take won’t come out very well.” “Not to worry,” Dick assured. “I came prepared.” He stopped without warning, using his free hand to reach for something in his pocket. “Here we are.” Dick said pulling out the desired objet. “A pen,” Tim questioned. “I hardly see how that relates to our current situation.” “Then you’re not paying attention,” Dick said. “Can’t you see the unnatural bulkiness of it.” “Yea, I noticed,” Tim replied. “What of it?” “This isn’t just your everyday write your warden a complaint kind of pen,” Dick remarked. “But rather a highly advanced SSC 4.0.” “SSC?” “Scenery Screen Capture 4.0,” Dick replied. “Stand back as I give you a demonstration of this little gizmo.” “You seem rather excited about this thing.” “As would you if you were familiar with its capabilities.” “Alright,” Tim said taking a step back. “Blow me away.” The first thing he did was hold the pen up for him to view, bringing his free hand around which he brought to the top of the pen. “The first thing you’ll want to do his turn the top of the pen to the left three times,” Dick instructed. “A full three sixty.” He then took the same hand used and lowered it to the opposite end of the pen, turning the bottom side two times to the left. “And last comes the final touch,” Dick said handing him the apparent pen. “I’ll leave the honors to you.” He accepted it, unsure of what to do next. “Mind dropping me a hint or something,” Tim asked. “I’m not seeing how any imagery can be gathered with this thing.” “The bottom,” Dick replied. “Give it a tug downward.” He did as instructed, not surprised when it extended by an inch or so. “Now,” Dick said coming to his side. “Push it back into place.” He did just that, watching as a mini screen crept out from the side of the device. It was about three inches in length, with the height being at about five. “Nice,” Tim commented. “Where did you get a hold of something like this?” “I had Vic whip it up for me on his spare time,” Dick replied. “This is about the sixth attempt at it.” "I'm all for the fancy tech," Tim said. "But why opt to make something like that when you can use a regular digital?" "For under cover purposes," Dick replied. "There are several instances where phones or cameras aren't allowed, the SSC was created for that sole purpose." "Not a bad idea," Tim said. "But it's next to pitch dark down here, does this thing have a flash or something?" "Not only does it have a flash, but a light you can use as guidance." "And how is that activated?" "By pushing down to the cap twice." He gave it a try, watching as a light emitted from the tip of the device. "Anything else I should know about this thing?" "Going for the full round house I see," Dick said. "The top, hidden beneath the cap." "What is it?" "A joint that gives off a signal," Dick replied. "One which is linked to my computer." "In other words any photos taken will be automatically saved to your hard drive when taken." "You bet." "I've got to get me one of these." "I'm sure that can be arranged, but right now we have a scene to break down." He held the flash light up once more as he began to wall, turning it to the right as he did. He immediately took note of what appeared to be the edge of the floor they stood upon. With that in mind he headed further into that direction, aiming the light to the ground as he did. “Looks like I’ve got something.” “What is it?” Tim asked heading his way. “Tracks, train tracks,” Dick replied. “This is defiantly the place.” He came to his side, immediately looking down before taking a couple shots of what was laid out before them. “This is actually rather ironic.” “What do you mean?” Dick asked looking his way. “Our position,” Tim replied. “We’re directly under the center of the Mount Zomoph.” “Which would be under the Ferris wheel as well right?” He nodded. “The question now becomes,” Dick thought to himself. “Is there relevance to this?” The time milked away with each cut made, looking over to the other sleeve to make sure all was in proportion. This round of trials had lasted for a time to come. The finished product was held up high for a visual before being laid down across from another completed piece. He stood up once finished, looking over his finished work. “It’s done.” He turned from where he sat in front of a computer at the sound of his voice. He stood up from the chair, walking over to his side to see what he had laid out across one of the motel beds. “Master Kuroba, what is the meaning of this?” “I have yet to finish the final touches,” Kaito replied. “I’ll need to head back to the black shop to pick up some yarn, though sewing has never been a strong suite of mine.” “I don’t understand,” Konosuke said. “Why buy all of this clothing only to ruin it with the many clippings you have made?” “Custom,” Kaito replied. “I wish for my apparel to be custom, not easily recognizable.” “Why is that?” “The whole city now knows of Kaitou Kid’s venture, and the next task won’t be as easy as the last,” Kaito replied. “For the easiest path possible, I’ve chosen to go dark.” “I don’t like the sound of that.” “Trust me,” Kaito assured looking to him. “It’s not as bad as you may think.” To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 106 Outside Cause “A coma, she’s in a coma?” “As bizarre as that may seem yes,” Nightwing confirmed. “That’s what I was told upon arriving at the hospital.” “And what about the scans you said you would request for?” Red Robin asked. “That won’t be seen through until tomorrow some time,” Nightwing replied. “I’ll receive the call when they have results.” “First a heart attack and now this.” “Can’t go any more left field than that.” “Let’s hope not.” That moment brought a bright flash of light, one which sailed from above in the far distance. It was clear what was to come next. “The signal, Gordon must have something.” “You want us to come along?” Nightwing asked. “No, but since you’re here I’d like for you to help with something.” Batman replied. “Name it.” “I thought it would be a good idea for us to retrace our tracks, go through all trials that have led us to this point.” “And where might we be looking?” “The obvious answer would be the Furtures Building, but I’d also like for one of you to investigate the grounds of Mount Zomoph.” “Why is that?” “Because it was the original location for where the Furtures Building was planned to be built,” Red Robin informed. “I did the research.” “Not something I was expecting.” Nightwing admitted. “Whoever decides to investigate that park between the two of you, I want you to search the underground area below it,” Batman said. “There’s an abandoned tunnel that can be found, one which hasn’t been used for years now.” “I’m guessing it was used for trains at some point right?” Nightwing questioned. “Yes.” “I wonder what conspired that stopped all transportation through that area.” “Increased development and a new vision.” “Leave Mount Zomoph to me,” Red Robin said. “I had already planned on returning to that site at some point anyway.” “I guess that means the Futures Building is mine.” “Now that we’ve gained accepting ground I think it would be best if we looked into this as soon as possible.” “You two go on without me,” Batman said. “I have a call to answer.” He turned to where the light was being emitted, readying himself for the jump to be made. They stood there for minutes, waiting for the results to finally feed back to them. He tapped him on the shoulder during the process of this. “What is it?” Kaito asked looking his way. “We’ve been waiting for five minutes now,” Konosuke said. “Are you certain this thing will give us the location of where the call came from?” “I’m positive,” Kaito assured. “I tested it on several occasions before tonight.” A red light then shined bright from the device, along with a low pitched sound. “Looks like the waits over.” He lifted the device up for a better view of the small screen. “What do you see,” Konosuke asked. “Where did the call originate?” “Not far from here,” Kaito replied. “Not far at all.” “Are you saying that the call was made from somewhere here in Gotham?” “Not just here in Gotham, but no further than a block or two away.” “You’re not serious are you?” “I’m just as surprised as you,” Kaito said looking down at the device once again. “Now what do you say we go and give this guy a visit?” “Are you sure that’s a safe thing to do,” Konosuke questioned. “There’s always the chance he’s anticipated you’d try something of this sorts.” “That is a possibility, which is why we’ll move toward the location in a circular matter rather than directly.” “I don’t think I fully understand that analogy.” “You will once we get started,” Kaito assured. “Come on.” “There is something else I must ask,” Konosuke said. “How did you trace the number from where he called, no way could you have done that without knowing that was the phone the call would come from.” “You’re right, which is why I had wired that phone to the network ahead of time to fit in with the server of the device.” “How did you know that was the phone he’d call?” “I didn’t,” Kaito admitted. “Which is why several public phones throughout the city were factored in.” “What other phones did you wire?” “Ones in diners, subway stations, hotel lobbies, and even local stores,” Kaito replied. “And that’s just to name a few.” “My word, when did you find the time to do all of that?” “When you were asleep.” “But you said it yourself, the contractor has been watching you closely,” Konosuke reminded. “And since it would appear he is in Gotham there’s a possibility he could have been watching when you rigged those phones.” “Not a chance.” “How can you be so sure?” “Because I didn’t link all of those phones to this device manually,” Kaito informed. “But rather through networking.” “How long did that take?” “Roughly six hours, but it seems all has paid off.” “Amazing.” He stopped once more to look over their position in comparison to where the call had come from. “The phone used to contact us is west from here.” “And the distance?” “A little less than a mile.” “What would you like to do from here?” Konosuke asked. “We split,” Kaito replied. “You’re going to take the direct approach, once you’ve come within twenty five yards of the site I’ll give you the signal to stop.” “That’s all good and said, but I have no idea where this place is.” “I’ll keep you informed over the phone.” “That may work, but what about you,” Konosuke asked. “Where will you be during all of this?” “I’m going to head further down south and circle around to the west, putting me on the side opposite of you.” “Leaving the location of where the call came from in between us,” Konosuke said. “I think I got it.” “No simpler way of putting it.” “I do have another question to ask,” Konosuke said. “How are you going to lead me to the site after we split, you have no way of knowing my position.” “I guess I failed to mention that I registered yours as well as my phone to this devices tracking system as well,” Kaito said. “So not only can I track where calls were made from, but also keeping tabs on any phones that are wired into its system.” “You have this all figured out,” Konosuke said. “But why didn’t you tell me about any of this sooner?” “It’s not something that had been on my mind for long,” Kaito replied. “But even then I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish any of this if attempted any time before last night.” “Why is that?” “The G3 Power Emitter,” Kaito replied. “It was the key element that allowed for me to link all of the phones I did to this device in such a short amount of time.” “But I thought the G3 Emitter was used strictly as a power device for energy use.” “True, but it has other flexibilities as I’ve come to fine,” Kaito said. “Its marginable power core is what made it all possible.” “I’d like to hear about that.” “I thought you might, but due to time we’ll have to save that discussion for later,” Kaito said. “I’d first like to pay our contractor a surprise visit.” “I understand the opportunity, but are you sure this is a good idea,” Konosuke said. “I’d feel a lot better if we put some more time and thought into this.” “As would I,” Kaito admitted. “But there is no guarantee that this mystery person is one to stay in one place over a long period of time.” “Point taken.” “Does that mean you’re ready?” “Yes, I’m ready.” “Keep your phone on,” Kaito said turning for the roadside. “I’ll route you to where I want you to be.” “Understood.” “Stay here for now,” Kaito said. “I’ll call you in the next minute to give further instructions.” He looked from side to side, making sure he had a safe path to the other side before making a run for it. “Master Kuroba.” He stopped at the sound of his voice, looking his way once more. “Be careful.” He nodded, turning back for the road before taking off to the other side. Once there he stopped to observe the area ahead, which was filled with many intersections on all sides. “Now, where to go from here.” The time the light had been turned on hadn’t been long, patiently waiting as he had any other time. A gust of wind past followed by the ever so light sound he made on his drop from behind. “It’s been over a week since your last call.” “That didn’t take long,” James said turning to face him. “Shallow night?” “What do you have for me?” “There’s an important story that’s scheduled to be aired tomorrow morning,” James informed. “It’s about that thief who made a move at the grand opening for the Futures Building the other night.” “Kaitou Kid.” “You knew,” James said holding back a smile. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’m surprised, but I guess it’s to be expected at this point.” “Marco Gaffney’s prints were found on the diamond that was left in place of the G3 Power Emitter.” “That is correct.” “I don’t believe he had anything to do with the disappearance or the return of that diamond,” Batman said. “His prints were found on the diamond yes, but that’s only because they were put there without his knowledge.” “That’s a strong claim,” James said. “How can you be sure of this?” “The same way Bruce Wayne was impersonated.” “Wait, are you saying he got a hold of their prints somehow?” “I’ve looked into the matter myself, it was only because of Wayne’s prints that Kaitou Kid was able to authorize the use of the helicopter he arrived in.” “I see I’m not the only one who’s been hard at work,” James said. “I’ve been doing a little home work of my own concerning the matter.” “And what were you able to find?” “That what occurred at the Futures Building doesn’t fit in with his common routine.” “Jewel thief.” “Precisely.” “You seem to have a good handle of what to expect, so why summon me?” “I watched a tape that was given to me from a new bright detective in town,” James replied. “It wasn’t until then that I realized what we were up against.” “What do you mean?” “He’s like you, the way he carried himself, the way he moved… precision,” James began. “His philosophy even.” “Philosophy?” “It’s not just the capes you two share in common,” James said. “His showings are said to be primarily at night, when the moon is at its brightest.” “Is that so?” “I heard it from more than one person I got in contact with earlier today.” “Anything else I should know?” “Probably nothing you don’t already have knowledge of,” James said as he walked over to the edge of the roof. “So what do you think sparked the sudden interest for technology over jewelry?” “I guess we’ll have to ask him that after he’s apprehended.” “Speaking of, how do you plan on catching,” James began only to turn to find that he was gone. “Never mind.” He had finally past the position of where the device claimed the call had come from, continuing further south west before finally coming to a stop after crossing yet another street. “This should be far enough.” With that in mind he reached down for his phone, redialing the last number called. “Where are you now, did you get to higher grounds like we agreed?” “Yes, I found a stairwell to a public building,” Konosuke replied. “It led all the way to a rooftop where I am now.” “Good.” “How far am I from the location of where the call came from?” “Close enough,” Kaito replied. “Can you see anyone suspicious from your location, maybe on a neighboring building?” “No such thing,” Konosuke replied scouring the area with the use of a pair of binoculars. “The coast is clear.” “Hold that position, I’ll contact you again in the next minute or so.” “Loud and clear.” The transmission between the two came to an end within that instant. He lowered the phone back into his pocket before turning his sights back to the tracking device. “This should be enough,” Kaito said beginning to walk once again. “Time to move in.” He kept his eyes to the device as he walked, periodically looking ahead in the process. He pushed on for minutes, the small dot on the screen growing larger with every step taken. The distance was narrowing, he could feel it. After reaching another intersection he looked up to see two people running his way at high speeds, immediately recognizing their outfits. “That’s the same brand of parallel I saw those two women wearing not long ago.” He continued to watch as they approached, finding it was two men this time around. He moved off to the side as they zoomed past. “That’s two pairs now,” Kaito thought. “I wonder if some kind of event is being held.” He quickly lost this from his mind, knowing he had a task to focus on. He looked back to the scanner, seeing that he was now aligned with the phone the call had been sent from and Konosuke’s position. With that he reached for his phone only to have it ring before any move could be made. “Great timing, I was just about to call.” “I can now see you from where you stand.” “Anything out of the ordinary since the last we talked?” “Besides the two joggers who just passed by, nothing.” “Then we’re good to go.” “You still have yet to tell me which building the call presumably came from.” “Why tell you when you can watch,” Kaito said. “I’m heading there now.” “I’ll keep a sharp look out, good luck.” He focused his attention back to the device, monitoring both sides of the street before making a safe walk to the other side. “Only twenty yards to go.” He kept his head high as he walked, listening to the increasing beep of the device the closer he got. A group of people came his way which caused a slight delay. After allowing for them to pass he continued to where the signal was at its strongest. “Twenty yards… fifteen.” He looked up upon coming in within ten yards of where the call had come, surprised not to see a structure of any kind. He looked from one side to the other only to see two separate paths to choose from. “There’s nothing here, where could the call have come from?” He looked down at the device once more, confirming the location. It was then that his phone began to ring, taking no time in answering. “You seem to have come to an end on your path, have you found the location of where the call was made.” “It says it’s here,” Kaito said taking a few steps extra to come within five yards of the signal. “But I don’t see any phones around.” “I see nothing of the sorts from here either.” “When I was nearing I was almost under the impression the call might have been made from another phone booth, but there are none to be seen in this area.” “Is there anything you’d like me to do?” “No, stay put for now,” Kaito replied. “I’ll get back to you.” “Of course.” He lowered the phone from there. Just as he was to further investigate the situation he felt someone tap him from behind, turning to find a young woman standing before him wielding a phone in hand. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but is your name Kuroba?” She asked. “How do you know my name?” “While on my way down the street someone called my phone and asked to speak with you.” “What?” “He said it was important.” She said now holding out the phone for him to take. He accepted it with much uncertainty, slowly raising the phone as he brought it to his ear. “Hello.” “You antics are most noteworthy magician, impressive even.” “You.” “The way you used the G3 Power Emitter to your services is something I’ll remember.” “Where are you?” Kaito said with a change in tone. “Right where I can see you,” The unidentifiable voice spoke. “Just remember, I’m always watching.” “I will find you.” “You have twenty four hours to make a switch at the drop point.” The sound of static followed, letting him know they had hung up from the other end. He took this time to return the phone to the woman who had approached him. “Who was that?” “A friend,” Kaito replied. “Just a friend.” “How in the world did this friend of yours get a hold of my number?” “I don’t know,” Kaito honestly replied. “I truly don’t know.” The night had come and gone, bringing a clear start to the next morning. The sound of something sprinkling from outside in the near distance was what awoke him. In the stretch of the moment the first thing he did was reach for his face, sitting up all in one motion to come realize he had yet to revert back. “I lasted through the night, that’s a step.” He then turned to the dresser, coming to find three folded pairs of pants, a small stack of shirts, and an unopened pack of socks sitting atop the dresser. Curious at this development he removed the blanket from over himself before stepping down to the ground. He walked over to the dresser, coming to discover a note sitting at the top of the pile. He reached down for the small piece of paper before holding it out in front to read. ‘I find these may come in handy… Alfred.’ “That means I won’t have to get back into the same clothes as yesterday,” Shinichi said. “Not a bad start.” He reached for one of the pair of pants, finding it to be a perfect fit upon sliding them on. He spent another ten minutes in the room, not heading out until after finishing with his normal bathroom routine. He checked the time on his watch as he walked down the hall, finding it was just past ten twenty. “It has yet to hit the twenty four hour mark since the time I transformed, which is usually when things get shifty,” Shinichi thought as he walked. “Only a couple hours to go until that time.” He pushed past the first door, leading him out to the top of the staircase. He stretched his arms on the way down, hearing the same sound he had heard earlier. He took a look out of the window to see it was only the sprinklers out in the yard. His phone vibrated just after stepping down to the first floor, pulling it out to see he had missed two calls. “I’ll see to that later,” Shinichi said sticking the phone back into his pocket. “First thing is first, time to get some answers.” He immediately turned for the right; heading for the study where he assumed would be the best place for him to start. He stopped once reaching the door, finding it to be slightly cracked. With that in mind he wasted no time in knocking, simply walking in to see the chair at the desk turned to the opposite side of him. “Hope you don’t mind me joining you,” Shinichi said. “Did you get anything back on that blood test?” “It would appear the consultant has awoken.” Damian said turning in the chair to reveal himself. “Oh… it’s just you.” “And here I thought the time had come to invest in a child harness leash for you, especially after what happened at the grand opening,” Damian said easing out of the chair. “But given the circumstances that might not fair too well with any on looking spectators.” “You obviously anticipated I’d come here, any specific reason why you’ve been waiting?” “Those,” Damian replied pointing toward a new pair of shoes sitting on top of the desk. “I was told to make sure you receive these.” “You could have brought them to the room.” “I thought we agreed on knocking from here on out,” Damian reminded. “You were asleep and did not wish to disturb you.” “I appreciate that.” With that he made his way over to the table, past Damian who was now heading for the door. He grabbed hold of the shoes, satisfied at what he came to find. The door bell rung at that moment, its tune traveling clear into the room. “You guys expecting company this early?” Shinichi said catching him before he walked out. “Not to my knowledge.” He followed him out of the room, curious as to who had come on an unexpected visit. “Someone must have forgotten to lock the gate on their way out,” Damian muttered. “Hopefully it isn’t more riffraff from that Gazette stable.” He reached for the knob with a huff, wasting no time in pulling the door aside to reveal who was standing on the other side. “Conner.” Shinichi said surprised to find who it was. “Hey Conan, long time no see.” “How’d you know it was me?” “I spoke with Tim last night,” Conner replied. “He told me everything.” “What are you doing here?” Damian asked with the cross of his arms. “I’ve come to speak with your father,” Conner replied. “Is he around?” “No, he’s not.” “Any idea when he’ll be back?” “No clue.” “Could you call him for me?” “No, he’s in a meeting right now.” Damian informed. “Great, what luck.” Conner said with the slouch of his arms. “If it’s so important why don’t you try asking Drake,” Damian suggested. “I’m sure he’ll be able to help with whatever it is that seems to be bothering you.” “That was originally the plan, but I haven’t been able to get a hold of him since last night.” “Not my problem,” Damian said reaching back for the door. “Don’t know what to tell you.” He forced out his hand, denying him the close of the door. “Well since his assistance is unavailable, that means I’ll have to look to my third option.” Conner said turning to face him. “You don’t mean me do you?” Shinichi questioned. “Yes,” Conner confirmed. “I need your help.” To Be Continued