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Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 39 Intertwine Reveal Three, five minutes. How much time had passed since the two reached the lobby? Conan peeked around the corner once more, knowing they could not remain stationary. It was only a matter of time before they were to be discovered. In that case, suspicion would surely rise. The sign-in desk had two bathrooms stationed across from it. Further down the hall, the elevators that Eri and Ran had taken to advance to floor twenty-three. The stairwell was right past that. Unfortunately, two security guards stood on duty. But it was strange. They didn’t appear to be looking out for any incoming guests, no. One of them nervously continued to shed eye on his watch. Was something important expected to occur soon? Then there was the man across. He was on his phone, his eyes sharp on the content Conan suspected he was reading on his phone. What did it all mean? Either way, that wasn’t his focus. “Won’t be easy bypassing them. Even if we managed to, there’s more security in the room where the event is being held.” Just as Conan was about to look in the opposite direction of the elevators, Kogoro stepped in that direction. “Hey kid, this way.” To his surprise, there was an in-building restaurant sitting at the end of the hall. “Why are we going there? The only options for getting to the upper levels is that way,” Conan pointed. “You don’t think I know that.” Kogoro huffed. “Bear with me. I have a plan.” Conan was unsure how to feel about this. “Just what does he have in mind?” …… Activity within the room increased. His line of sight fell upon an acrylic painting of a colorful apple tree. Laced in multiple shades of artistic color, the moon’s influence in the left corner of the painting overflowed, posing as the main spectacle. Focus would then shift to the main attraction, the Bird Revenant. “Alright Kid, what’s your first move to make? What will your opening act for our little dance offer?” A subtle vibration pulled for his attention. Tim reaching for his phone raised it to eye to discover an incoming call from a mailing service. “Hmmmm… I’m not expecting any packages. What could this be about?” He opted to take the call as another joined his side. The exchange was brief, a clear shift in his demeanor was prevalent. “What seems to be the problem, Drake-kun?” Tucking his mobile device away Tim shifted to discover Jirokichi. “Well..?” “It would appear I’ve received an important package at the hotel I’m staying at,” Tim informed. Jirokichi didn’t see the issue. “Can’t you retrieve it later?” “Unfortunately, not. I was told I have to sign for it.” Placing his hands into his pocket, Tim paved way for the elevator. “I’ll return as soon as I can. I trust you’ll be able to handle things here?” Jirokichi was unconcerned. “Don’t worry about a thing. Everything is under control.” As a parting gesture, Tim gave a thumbs up. Upon entering the elevator Tim closed his eyes. “Removing me from the equation, huh? So, you’ve made your first move Kid. Well, I’d say it’s time to play my first hand as well.” Tim glanced down at his watch. “It’s a rough estimate of about ten minutes from here to the hotel. Factoring in rush hour doubles that time window. So, from here and back makes forty minutes. That means whatever Kaitou plans to pull off with my absence has to happen within that time frame.” The elevator reached floor twenty four. “It’s show time.” …. The events that had unfolded earlier that day, had been relayed. Silence. The green-eyed girl had yet to move. Masumi leaned in from where she stood over her. “Mama…?” Subtle as it was, the blonde-haired girl blinked. Lifting her head, she raised eye from where she had stared. Her thoughts scattered, straightening into clarity, a prompted response came. “This man, the one in search of Kudo Shinichi. Did he detect you were in pursuit of him?” Placing a finger to lip, Masumi clicked her tongue atop the insides of her mouth. “I don’t believe so.” This was pleasing to learn. “Stay vigilant, if what you say is true, I suspect that man will make another appearance.” The question had to be asked, right? “So… do you believe that man has some relation to that Organization?” “…” “Mama?” “Doubtful. Putting themselves at center stage, no. They’re bait and wait. I’m intrigued none the less. Someone disguising themselves to not only track but confront the high school detective Kudo Shinichi. Question is, why?” …. Happily signing another book for an attending fan, Yusaku looked forward. His eyes locked in gander with the next individual in line, a smiling man in glasses. He was tall, six two, six three perhaps? Given the occasion, he was well dressed. Everyone prior had worn casual apparel, but this man, decked out in a navy blue hat, a matching three piece, with a complimenting burgundy tie. Then he noticed it, a carried folder in his left hand.. what was inside? In his right hand, a small device. What was its use? To this point, no one had looked as enthusiastic to see him as this person. The grin on his face only grew as he stepped forward for his turn to meet and greet. A loud whistle erupted, followed by a security guard stepping in between the pair. Checking his watch, Yusaku thought, "That must be our first scheduled fifteen-minute break." Looking to take full advantage of this, the novelist stood from where seated. Now standing, he couldn’t help but notice the disappointment registered on the man’s face who had been set to meet him next. Yusaku huffed, motioning over. He tapped the tall man on the shoulder as he passed. “Walk with me.” He was ecstatic. “What?! Really?!” He happily accepted the invitation. The two walked side by side. “Tell me, what is it you wish to enquire Mr. reporter?” The man in the navy colored suit stopped in shock. “H… how did you know I was a reporter?” “Simple really.” Yusaku stopped as well, choosing to entertain his curiosity. “The formal attire, the carried folder, and that device in your other hand.” The man looked himself over with each spoken detail. “Your physical presentation says it all, You’re here not as a genuine fan or novel enthusiast, but as someone looking to get a story.” Yusaku seemed almost certain of this. “First is the folder. Files detailing general information about me, perhaps about some of my well-known work? Not that there might not be something in there detailing some of my more.. how should I say, obscure stories?” Amazement flourished in expression. This was confirmation in Yusaku’s mind. “Then there’s that gizmo of yours. An audio recorder, yes?” “Wow… I shouldn’t have expected anything less from the great mystery writer.” His intent was undeniable. “You’re as brilliant as your stories would indicate.” Yusaku chuckled. “Now that we’ve walked the prologue, so to speak, would it be so much for me to enquire your name?” Excitement mustered across his face. “So, does that mean you’ll be accepting an interview at this time?” He was hopeful. “I see no reason for rejection.” Fulfillment. There was no other way to describe it. “Well of course,” placing the device into his pocket the man stepped forward with the extend of his hand. “You can call me-” A bump at his side would bring about an interruption, causing the man to lose balance. “Woo.. woooHH!” The folder in hand fluttered forward, several sheets of paper gliding in multiple directions to the ground below. The carry of a sweet and apologetic voice fueled from behind. “My deepest apologies!” It was a woman. The man in the navy colored suit kneeled down to retrieve his paperwork, peeking an eye over at the woman wearing a fedora hat. As he reached for the last of the scattered files, it clicked. “You..” The woman looked to him. “Me?” Puzzled, she pointed to herself. “Kudo, Yukiko.. yea,” he was sure of this. “You’re the wife of Yusaku-san.” “I see, you’re even more knowledgeable about me than I initially expected,” Yusako admitted. The two found way back to their feet. Yukiko bowed. “Again, I’m sorry for bumping into you.” The man brushed it off. “It’s no big deal. Besides, I have to shoulder some of the blame. I can be a little clumsy, you see.” He couldn’t help but laugh. Yusaku looked at his wife, then at the area surrounding her. His expression was one of surprise. She noticed. “What’s wrong?” “You’re alone,” noted the writer. “Were our guests unable to attend?” “Oh, they actually headed to floor twenty-three to view the gallery. They would have come by and said hi. But we didn’t want to disturb you during the meet and greet. I was just about to head down there myself when I saw you leaving your seat.” "Well, they have granted us writers our first fifteen-minute break.” The man beside him cleared his throat, adding on to his words. “And he was going to kindly grant some of that time for an interview I was going to conduct.” Yukiko looked from one to the other. “An interview?” The six foot three man smilingly rubbed the back of his head. “Well, yea.. I, I’m kind of like a reporter you see.” An awkward laugh following his words. Yukiko placed a hand to chin, an idea coming to mind. “Oh! I’ve got it!” Yusaku couldn't decide if he should feel elated or frightened. The two men watched as the renown actress marched forward and unexpectedly grabbed hold of the reporters arm. “Come, we have much to discuss.” The man in the navy blue suit was taken aback. “Um, a… we do?” Yukiko nodded confidently as she pressed for him to walk with her. “Anything you wish to enquire of my husband, you can ask me. General information about his life, check! In depth analysis of his works, double check! Anything you need to know, this gal has got you covered!” Pointing to herself with a bold of confidence, Yukiko flicked a streak of her hair hanging above her eyes. Glancing back, she winked in the direction of her husband. “Enjoy your uninterrupted break, Yu-chan!” “I.. it was very nice to meet you Kudo-san!” the reporter called while getting dragged away. Leaning ever so slightly, Yusaku closed his eyes momentarily as a smirk formed. “What would I do without that woman?” The reporter’s interest for exactly where they were going increased with every taken step. “Well, aeh.. would it be, I mean… can I ask where we’re going?” “To the art gallery,” Yukiko happily revealed. “You can host your interview once we get there.” …. Several minutes passed since they took a seat at the diner on the first floor. The waiter serving them returned with the selected beverages the pair ordered. “A beer for you, and a soda for the boy. Anything else I can help you both with?” The widely known detective shook his head. “No, that’ll be all for now.” The server bowed. “Very well.” Following their exchange, Kogoro turned his sights back on the layout of the first floor. “Come on, there has to be a way to get upstairs undetected. But how?” Then he saw it, a food cart. He observed as one of the cooks placed appetizers atop the cart before stepping back into the kitchen. Could it be? The possibility of it climbed to mind. They had ordered no food, and there wasn’t anyone else but him and the boy in glasses seated next to him at the diner. If Kogoro’s hunch was correct, this could very well be the opening he was hoping for. Shifting, he looked at Conan who took a sip of his soda from the straw in mouth. Noticing focus had fallen upon him, Conan pressed for his sudden interest. “What is it?” Kogoro’s response, simply to smile. …. Navigating the room full of people, she carefully moved about with the carried beverages in her possession, offering to anyone who would listen. “Would you like a drink?” A lean man standing around her height shook his head in rejection. “Appreciate the offer, but no thanks.” She asked the same of another man whom she passed moments later, he too, rejected. Easing into her role with every passing moment, she finally keyed in on one of the noted subjects. Casually approaching the lone man whom stood at window side, she spoke. “Hello sir, would you like a drink?” Hearing someone speak, Jirokichi shifted. “And what is it you offer this evening, young lady?” “Apple or orange juice.” The options were prototypical for what one would expect. Jirokichi taking a moment would decide. “Orange.” Taking a sip, he grinned. “Thank you very much.” Nodding, the young woman trotted off. Quickly scanning the room, she bit her bottom lip in growing impatience. “I can’t believe Kuroba-kun has me moping around as some waitress. Ahhgh! How unfitting for someone such as myself.” Her fists tightened. “And just how long does he plan on waiting before he makes his little entrance? The sooner we finish this, the better.” "Hey, you there, we need your help in the kitchen," another server working the floor called from a close distance. Tightening her teeth to conceal her growing annoyance, she promptly responded. “I’ll be right there.” Across the room, Eri and Ran walked in unison, commenting on any works of art that caught their attention. It was in the process of this that her voice carried within range of the two. “It would appear Yukiko has finally joined us.” “Look, there’s someone with her.” After quick inspection, there was no doubt in Ran’s mind. She had never seen this person before. “Mom, do you know who she is with?” Adjusting her glasses, she shook her head. “I’ve never seen this man before.” The former actress and the reporter conversed, neither noticing that eye had fallen upon them. “Night Baron..?” “Yes!” excitement registered on the reporter’s face. “Is there any further insight you can give us about the character that isn’t within the pages of the series?! And does Yusaku-san plan to reveal the phantom thief’s true identity with the next volume?! “I, ummmmm…?” “Ouuuhhh! Perhaps a follow up with the inclusion of family members, a love interest.. or, YES! A rival phantom thief that steps foot on his turf in challenge!!!” He held the recording device to her lips, highly anticipating her response. Yukiko was at a loss for words, baffled even. “I can’t tell if these are questions or suggestions.” Yukiko was somewhat humored, not expecting the reporter would turn out to be such a ‘fanboy’. “This was not the kind of questions I was expecting when I took over handling this interview.” Clearing her throat, she would muster up a response. “Are you sure that’s what you really want to know? I thought for sure you would want something juicer.” Her words brought a pique in interest. “Something juicer?” “Yes, me!” Yukiko smiled. “Why don’t you ask questions about the great writer, Kudo Yusaku’s wife?!” A dumbfounding look fell upon the reporter's face, resulting in awkward chuckles from Yukiko. “You know, involving our family dynamic!” He slightly slouched. “Pretty sure that’s not what fans of his work really care to know about,” murmured the reporter with the narrow of his eyes. “Well, ahhh.. what if I told you a lot of his ideas pertaining to his stories have stemmed from his course of daily life with his family? Our son, Kudo Shinichi, and myself.” This garnered a renewed intrigue. “Hmmmmm, interesting. I don’t believe anyone has worked that angle with Yusaku-san in an interview before, or with someone as close to him as you for that matter. Especially pertaining to the inner sculpt of his stories, always wondered what his driving force was behind that complex mind of his.” He tucked the held folder into the pocket of his jacket. A devilish grin found way to Yukiko’s lips. “I’m totally making this up as I go. Can’t believe it’s actually working!” With a new found interest taking form, the reporter smilingly pressed for the new angle to take. “Alright then, we’ll start with your son you mentioned.. Kudo, Shinchi was it?” She nodded in confirmation. “So, what can you tell me about him?” Her expression, surprise. “Huh? You mean you’ve never heard of him? Famous high school detective?” The reporter rubbed the back of his head. Grinning, he apologized. “Sorry, but I haven’t. The beauty is, you can clue not only me in, but anyone else who reads my article on how your detective son has influenced Yusaku-san’s work and the development of the Night Baron character!” Yukiko lightly chuckled. “He’s really stuck on Night Baron, isn’t he?” “What do you say we get started, why don’t you tell me a little bit about Shinichi-san, then we’ll go from there?” “Where to even start?” A sudden vibration came from the purse hanging across her shoulder. Someone was calling. “Such perfect timing,” Yukiko mumbled. Removing the phone from her bag she discovered who was calling. “I’m sorry, but I have to take this, it’s an impor-” Suddenly, the two were joined. “Eri, Ran-chan… perfect timing!” “Who is this with you?” Eri asked before turning eye to the man beside her. “He’s actually a reporter. It’s a long story, anyway I was just about to tell him about-”Yukiko stopped mid-sentence. Racing behind Ran, she placed her hands upon her shoulders, giving her a subtle push. “Who better than myself to give you insight on Shinichi, than his girlfriend!” “Huh?!” A shared confusion between mother and daughter. “Ran-chan, would you be willing to answer some questions for this kind reporter about Shin-chan? Just until I get back?” Yukiko was hopeful. Ran was hesitant. Not wanting to be rude, she would accept. “Ummm… sure.” Yukiko bowed. “Then it is settled. Give me just a minute or so, I’ll return shortly to take over for you.” She raised her phone to ear in her departure. Eri made a move for the closest corner. “I’ll give the two of you some space to talk. If you need me Ran, I’ll be right over there.” Understanding, Ran nodded. This left just the two of them. The pair faced one another, an awkward glance to say the least. “Well hello there, it’s very nice to meet you.” “Hmmm..” Ran nodded. “Yukiko-san mentioned you as Ran, is that how you would like to be addressed?” Sensing an uneasiness, he hoped to warm up to her. The young girl nodded for a second time. “That’s fine.” It was time to begin. Adjusting his collar, the reporter held out the audio device before posing his first question. “Tell me Ran-san, how long have you known Kudo, Shinichi?” “Well, ahuuumm..” The stammer in voice, the subtle shaking, and above all.. the spark in eye. She was nervous. It was time for a different approach. Pulling back, the reporter shut off the recording device before placing it into his pocket. “What do you say we keep this off record? Just a basic conversation between two people? Sound good?” Ran bowed for a third time. “Yes.” There was an immediate shift in her demeanor. With that, he would try again. “So, tell me, how long have you and Kudo Shinichi been associated?” ….. The pair shared a brief glance. Crossing, a glass of apple juice was taken. Looking down at the note now in possession, this marked the true beginning of the act. …. On the opposite side of the room, Jirokichi took his last sip of the provided beverage, relishing in its juices as he lowered the glass in hand. “Sweet. Just like the sweet taste of victory that is to come over Kid.” He was confident in this belief. Unlike encounters before, this felt different, a perceived accomplishment. “Enjoying the view?” The sound of his voice brought about a surprise. Jirokichi turned, bringing confirmation who had joined him at window side. “Drake-kun? But I was under the impression you had an important package to retrieve at the hotel you were staying at.” Tim, who had a glass in hand as well took a drink. “I called them, rescheduling for a revised shipment for tomorrow morning,” Tim spoke in response. “I see.” “You know Kaitou Kid better than anyone.” Tim focused his attention on the guests roaming the room. “Do you believe he has arrived?” Jirokichi stepped to his side. “He has. Now the fun part.” “Which is?” Jirokichi smiled. “Leading him to believe he is in control.” ……. The elevators ring alerted him of their arrival, the sound of the sliding doors following “Kogoro-ojisan’s plan for me to hide under the sheets of the food cart actually worked.” ‘Bump’. He felt as the cart exited the elevator. What floor had he arrived to? The time now came to execute the next part of the plan. Slightly lifting the sheet clouding his vision, Conan noted all that was in line of his vision. “There, that table!” Coming up on his right side was a large table, like the cart, had a long cloth shielding the space beneath. This was his chance. As the cart was to pass the table, Conan darted, escaping the eyes of all standing in the room. “No one saw me, good.” He felt like a government spy, shifting from one position to the next, in his case.. no clear objective in mind. What was the point? Ran was simply here to view an art show with her mother. Why was Kogoro so adamant to know how things would play out? On the other end of the spectrum, Bruce Wayne. He was in attendance, the prime suspect in his mind, behind the mystery of Batman. If anything, this opened an opportunity to investigate. Did his hypothesis hold any weight? Conan, curious which floor he ended up on, peeked from under the table. The sculptures, the number of paintings that filled the room. “This clearly isn’t the floor where dad is hosting a book signing. So, where am I?” That was something he was determined to find out. ….. The pair crossed once more, returning the glass from before. They would receive a napkin in return, which they would promptly draw focus to. …. Tim paved way to the opposite side of the room, it was then that he crossed someone of familiarity. “Ms. Suzuki? I wasn’t expecting you’d be here.” Even more surprising, her choice of wear; cowboy boots, a pair of baggy black jeans, a thick leather jacket, and a cowboy hat to take top it off? “I must say,” Tim paused momentarily. “I never pegged this to be your type of fashion.” While subtle at first, an increased level of disgust became prevalent on the young girl's face. There was only one thing to conclude from this in his mind. “Ok, I’m going to go out on a limb and say tonight’s choice of style wasn’t entirely your choice..?” Sonoko twitched an eye, turning her head to the side as she reluctantly admitted. “Well, I may have or may not have lost a bet.” “And there it is.” As he was to press for more on the ‘supposed bet’, a notable detail that had eluded him before couldn’t be any clearer. “Ms. Suzuki.. your height, you’re a lot taller than you were this afternoon. Perhaps the boots?” This was his assumption. Sonoko laughed “The boots, it is definitely the boots.” He couldn’t quite pin point what, but something felt off about the girl across.. something different. The two would suddenly get barraged by a group of people passing by. The pair stepped off to the side, bringing them in front of a table. Then it hit, the scent, one of something he absolutely dreaded. Sonoko noticed the soured shift in expression. “Is something the matter?” Halfway through her inquiry, she noticed what was sitting upon the table beside them; food samples inside a number of mini paper cups. “Oh look, fish samples!” The short-haired girl reached for one of the cups, wasting no time in taking a taste. The result? Delightful was the best way to put it. “Drake-kun, you absolutely have to try this!” Leveling eye once more, she came to find the soured look from before had turned to that of fright. What had brought about this shift? Uncertain of the cause, she held out the cup in offer. “Here, wanna try one?” “No thanks,” Tim declined in haste. “I’m really.. and I mean really, am not a big fan of fish.” Taking a step back, he furthered the distance between them. Sonoko chuckled, finishing the last of the samples herself before tossing the empty cup into the trash near. “Who’d have thought? My uncle’s little helper scared of a little fish?” “I’m not scared of fish,” Tim promptly denied as he turned for the opposite direction. “You see, it’s just not my cup of tea.” She looked at him curiously. “Where are you going?” “I have an important call to make.” He’d glance back. “The night is still young. Perhaps we can continue this little chat later…?” ….. This marked the third encounter. The exchange of a napkin for another glass of juice. The two now moved in sync like an operating engine. …. The boy in glasses peered from where he hid once more, his objective, determining Bruce Wayne’s whereabouts. “I don’t see him..” Furthermore, what floor was he on? Tracing the room further, he spotted someone unexpected. “Ran? What’s she doing here? I was under the impression she was invited to my dad’s book signing.” If anything was clear, there was more going on at Skytale than just a book signing. Then there was the man who was locked in conversation with his childhood friend. “Who is that?” Conan had never seen this man before. Could it be he was the one hosting, well, the event taking place on this floor? The paintings, the sculptures, all the arts displayed within the room; if there was anything to make of it, an art show of some kind? That was his conclusion to make. Calling his dad could bring clarity, yes? No, he’d probably be too busy to answer. His mother perhaps? Question is, would she answer this time? It was during the thought of this that Conan’s eyes fell into view of it, there was no mistaking its brand. “Could it be? That looks like one of the mini revenant statues from the same collection that Kaitou Kid handed over to me the night of the Riddler’s game.” What was it doing on display here? Then came the question, would Kid have an interest in this one as well? The probability seemed high in the young detective’s mind. Of all that was laid before him, there was one thing that was a certainty: he couldn’t remain hidden if he was to investigate. The question now, how could he move about without getting noticed? …. Yukiko had finally finished with her phone conversation. She glanced down at her watch. Five minutes had passed since her departure. “Hopefully Ran-chan is holding up ok.” Hurrying along, she stepped out from the hall where the elevator was located back into the art room. Surveying the large space, she attempted to relocate them. “Oh, there they are.” Upon locking in on the pair, Yukiko approached. Smiles, laughter; from her view of things. They seemed entertained by each-other’s company. “Ran-chan!” Ran faced her. “Oh hey, you’re finally back.” “And just when things were getting interesting,” the reporter noted. Yukiko was unsure of what to make of this. “Well, if you don’t mind. What do you say I take over from here?” Ran would not decline, bowing as if to pass the torch. “Have at it.” She would then face the reporter, bowing to him as well. “I really enjoyed our discussion.” “Likewise. Try and enjoy the rest of your evening young lady.” With that, the tall man would retrieve his audio device, laying all focus back on the former actress. “Now, where were we?” A moment was all it took for Ran to spot where her mother stood next to a sculpture of a human sized gargoyle. Her eyes.. she was focused on something. Who or what could it be? Ran approaching her mother would inquire that very thing. “Mom, is something wrong?” Ran looked into the same direction, spotting the man they had encountered in the lobby standing next to the entryway to the room. “Wayne, Bruce.” “He’s been standing there for almost two minutes,” Eri reported. Ran suspiciously looked over at her. “And you’ve been watching him the entire time?” “He appears to be observing something or someone. I haven’t quite been able to determine what that is.” This all but confirmed Ran’s claim. Whatever the case, was it really important? Eri’s focus would shift to her daughter. “So, how did that interview go with the reporter?” …. The host of the event itself stood leaning against the wall behind. Everything was going as planned. Bruce reached for his phone, dialing a certain number as he eased forward. “Tim, your prediction for whose face Kaitou would choose to plagiarize was spot on.” “However, wasn’t expecting Kid to entertain assistance.” Bruce acknowledged this very fact. “Yes, the young lady working as a waitress. As not to blow their cover, the two have not communicated verbally, or through electronics. I imagine this is out of fear of the possibility of getting their connection hacked.” “An agreed assumption.” “Instead, they’ve opted to use napkins.” “Yes. Every time they have crossed, while to everyone it simply looks as if a beverage is being handed out or an empty glass is being returned, they’re actually using this as a means of communication.” "Are you aware of what the two have transferred to one another?" “Not yet. Every encounter between them has happened out of range of the surveillance cameras in the room. Kid did his research.” “I wouldn’t expect anything less from Japan’s finest thief.” “How are things on the other front? Any update on Kudo?” “Yusaku is currently on the twenty-fifth floor, while Yukiko is here in the art gallery. As for any gained intel, well, that is pending until this event’s close.” “I see.” “I take it you have not collected enough to decipher who Kaitou Kid is. What will you do next?” Several moments of silence flowed in wake of the pose. “Well, maybe it’s time for a.. how should I say, a more revealing approach.” Bruce was unsure of what to make of this. “Then I’ll leave it to you.” …. One could not deny the style, the harmonious mesh of colors, and the visual hierarchy it possessed. Ran found herself captivated. Oil pastels? Determined to bring confirmation she leaned in for a closer look. “Ran.” Hearing her name spoken, she turned to face her mother. “I’m going to go grab something to drink. Would you like something?” Eri watched as her daughter took a few moments to contemplate. “A water will do.” Eri nodded. “A water it is.” Focus returned to the piece of art that had reeled in her interest. Suddenly, Ran couldn’t help but catch eye of someone standing across the way. “Sonoko?” The baggy pants, leather jacket, and cowboy hat… to say she was dumbfounded, was an understatement. “What is she wearing?” Ran, unsure of what would come of their encounter, approached her friend. She called to her as she neared. “Sonoko..” The girl’s eyes widened, facing her friend. Her expression was of surprise. “Ran? What are you doing here?” She looked her up and down, Ran’s eyes narrowing as they fell stationary with the one across. “Ummm… Sonoko, what are you wearing?” Suspicion carrying in her voice. “Well, there’s a long and sophisticated reason for the chosen wardrobe, but to put it simply,” Sonoko chuckled, pausing before revealing what she knew her friend wished to know. “I lost a bet.” Ran’s expression shifted to curiosity. “A bet? With whom? And what was the wager?” An instantaneous ring of Sonoko’s phone interrupted. “Of course someone is calling me.” Sonoko huffed in annoyance. “Is that a new phone?” Ran had never seen the turquoise colored device Sonoko removed from her back pocket. Sonoko nodded, bringing confirmation. “Yep, got it this evening, actually.” Noting who was in the process of calling, Sonoko blinked. “Give me a minute. I have to take this.” Immediate disappointment surfaced to Ran’s face, something even Sonoko noticed as she turned for the opposite direction. “I promise, this won’t take long.” Ran watching her departure crossed her arms over her chest. “It seems everyone is receiving important calls tonight.” Someone came to Ran’s side, startled, she pivoted. “I’m back, barring gifts.” Eri lifted a glass in hand. “Your water.” Ran accepted, taking an immediate sip. Eri sensed a distress. “Are you ok?” Ran opted to take a deep breath. “I’ll be fine.” She smiled. “Thanks for the water, mom.” …. He had observed from this spot for long enough. It was now time. Just as Conan was to make a move he noticed a certain someone hurrying across the room. “The old man appears to be in a rush. But why?” It didn’t take long for the ace detective to realize where he was going. “He’s heading straight for this table!” Stepping back, Conan let the table cloth fall back into place, concealing his presence once again. Drowning in the moment's silence, Conan patiently waited for Jirokichi to speak. “Hey, it’s me. You were right. Kid is not only here, but disguised as the person you predicted. From what I can tell, he isn’t aware that we know, there isn’t a better time than now to-” He would get cut off. No further words came from him for several moments. “So, it’s true. Kid is here, after all.” On the flip side, who was Jirokichi speaking with? “What do you mean don’t engage, we have the element of surpri-” Jirokichi would get cut off for a second time, his frustration only increasing. “Very well. If you truly believe this is the best course of action to take, then it will be so.” Jirokichi took a deep breath, the sound of his phone being tucked away followed. Moving with such subtly, Conan once again lifted the table cloth, peeking up at Jirokichi briefly. He could see it in his eyes; he was deep focused on something or someone. Following the path of his eyes, Conan discovered exactly what had garnered his attention. “Sonoko…?” He couldn’t help but focus on her choice of clothing. “What prompted her to wear that? That’s not her style whatsoever… unless.” Watching, she placed her phone into her back pocket. Who had she been speaking with? His mind moved back to the topic at hand. Then it snapped. “Kaitou Kid… is he disguised as Sonoko?” Could it be? The possibility was likely. However, there were two things that bothered him; her apparel. It was completely off from anything from normalcy, regarding her. If Kid wanted to stay unnoticed, would he truly decide to masquerade as someone Jirokichi was fully acquainted with? Moreover, would he choose to wear attire she wasn't known for sporting? If true, it seems as if Kid wants them to know exactly whose face he hides behind.. no, that wasn’t it. It has to be something else, but what? Sonoko pulling out her phone began walking, Conan tracing her every move as she paved way. “Where is she going?” It was sudden, the clash came without warning, both losing control of the items held in hand. Sonoko and the woman across dropped to the ground. It was none other than Akako. She retrieved the tray and few drinking glasses that had fallen from her possession. Sonoko, biting her bottom lip, knew an apology was in order. “My deepest apologies. I should have been watching where I was going.. Koizumi-san.” The girl hoisting long raven black hair stared into the eyes of the girl across, shock expressed. “How… how do you know my name?” “Well,” Sonoko managed a grin. She held up an item in hand, one she had retrieved from the ground. “You dropped your wallet. I happened to catch a glance of your Ekoda High school ID.” Retorting, Akako would hold up an item as well. “And you dropped your phone.” Leaning forward, the two high school students would exchange belonging. It was subtle, but the sharp feel of it couldn’t be denied. A cold feeling came over Akako. “The aura of this girl. Why does it feel like I’ve felt it before, wait… could it be?” All thoughts would seize following the screeching sound of gunfire that erupted. This brought the sound of carrying gasps of fear, pinning all eyes to the entry point of the room. His heart was now pounding. “What’s going on?” Conan moved with extreme caution, slowly repositioning the table cloth to find two security guards standing at the door. “It’s the two security guards I saw standing guard by the elevators back in the lobby. Did one of them fire off those shots?” Confirmation followed. “Alright everyone. We’re going to make this quick and simple,” began one of the security guards. “My buddy here is going to go around the room and collect any and all valuables that you’re carrying. Any resistance, well… that will only lead to unnecessary consequence.” Conan eyes squinched. “It looks like those security guards were up to something after all.” What followed was what he expected. One man stood guard, with his gun swaying from one person to the next. Almost as if to dare someone to challenge. The other began making his rounds, holding a bag open as he began collecting valuables from all in attendance. There was no telling if things would escalate or not. Either way, Conan would not wait to see how things played out. “I’ve got two tranquilizers left, just enough to take out the burglars.” He moved to a position on his belly. “I’ve got only two shots, so I have to make them count.” The burglar reached the reporter, holding out the bag. “Alright, drop in the goods big boy. And don’t even think about trying anything funny.” He would comply. “I, ah… would you like mm.. my glasses as well?” fretted the man in the navy colored suit. “No, you can keep those. They hold no special value as far as I’m concerned.” Next to approach was Eri and Ran. She side-eyed her daughter, noting her clutched fists and tight posture. Eri making eye contact, simply shook her head, a non verbal convey to get her to stand down. Ran receiving the message took a deep breath. “Alright ladies, you’re up.” Conan took a deep breath. He’d go for the man holding the gun first, then take care of his accomplice collecting goods, second. Three, two, one. It was show time. Inching forward just enough, Conan peeked out from where he hid, taking aim with a quick shot. “Got him!” The gunman let out a subtle groan as he fell forward. Not wasting even a moment, Conan locked on the second target, aligned with a clear shot. “Perfect.” Pulling the trigger, Conan shrieked as a man suddenly stepped in the path of the soaring tranquilizer. “DAMMIT!” Contact was made, however… it didn’t seem to affect the individual who was hit? Instead, a woman standing beside him fell over, crashing face first into the table near. This obviously prompted several gasps. A sheer moment was all it took for the now lone burglar to find that his partner in crime now laid unconscious just feet away. “Look! His buddy is out! We’ve got this guy surrounded!” One guest shouted. “Let’s take him out!” another added. It was over, his mind completely shifted, escape. In a last ditch effort, the second burglar tossed the collected aside before reaching into his jacket, revealing a hand gun that had been stashed. “Don’t get so comfortable! I’m armed and loaded! And as far as I’m concerned, I can’t guarantee you all leave here alive!” Scouring the crowd of frightened onlookers, he licked his top lip before locking in on his first target as he took aim. “Starting with you, sweetheart.” Conan’s heart began to race. “Mom!” Before he could react, the culprit discharged a bullet from the held gun. It was too late, there was nothing Conan could do as horror ascended upon his face. Yukiko frozen still like a deer in headlights felt her body forced from the ground from where she stood. “Get down!” a man yelled, tackling her to the ground with such force. The gunman attempted to fire for a second time, only to discover the gun had jammed. “Dammit! Of course this would happen right now!” Opportunity had shown its face. “His gun is jammed,” one stated. “This is our opportunity! Take him down!” exclaimed another. Three men charged at the killer. He was unconcerned, he tossed the jammed weapon away before pulling out a concealed ten inch blade he had hidden in the opposite pocket of his jacket. “If you seek death, step forward!” The three men to have attempted to charge him halted. He laughed, humored by this. “That’s what I thought. Now,” he began as he scoured the room once more. There was only one thing on his mind. If he was to escape, “I’m going to need a hostage.” He needed to act fast. After a quick scan, his eyes fell on Eri. “Well, you’ll do just FINE!” With no hesitation, he charged toward Eri who looked on in shock. Ran who stood beside her, was ready to make a move. “Oh no you don’t!” Conan thinking quickly discharged one of the balls from his belt. Just as he was to take his shot or before Ran could act, someone stepped in between the charging knife man and Eri. “Bruce!” “Get out of my way pretty boy!” The killer lunged forward with the swing of the blade. Bruce timing his step motioned with a side step, using the momentum of the killer, Bruce grabbed hold of his wrist before twisting it, elevating the killer over his body before slamming him to the ground with a loud thump; disarming him of the blade all in one motion. Bruce stood, gazing down at the unconscious man. “That’s enough excitement from you for the rest of the night.” After checking in on her mom to make sure she was ok, Ran then looked around the room for her friend. “Sonoko…?” She was nowhere to be found. All things considered, Conan was relieved. With the case now closed, there was only one person on his mind. “Mom.” Looking across the room Yukiko, had since returned to her feet. This prompted him to sigh in relief. “She’s ok, good.” Yukiko dusted herself off, her heart rate gradually returning to normal. “You ok?” a concerning voice enquired. She faced him, it was none other than the reporter from before. “You saved me… thank you.” He blushed. Rubbing the back of his head, he downplayed his own efforts. “It’s nothing really. Besides, the guy completely missed, see.” Extending his arm, the reporter opened the palm of his hand. “What’s this?” It was a bullet, one that was clearly dented. She looked into his eyes once more. “Is this?” “Yes. The round that was intended to hit you,” confirmed the reporter. “I discovered it several feet away on the ground.” This sparked Yukiko’s curiosity. “On the ground? You mean you didn’t find it embedded in the wall?” The reporter shook his head, bringing confirmation to his initial statement. “If I had to take an educated guess, I’d say it ricocheted after impact with something in the room.” “I see.” Yukiko held the bullet out for him to take, which he denied with the shake of his head. This surprised her. “You don’t want to keep it?” “You hold onto it. Keep it as a monument for tonight’s events.” He smiled. “Not everyone can say they’ve survived in the face of an incoming bullet.” “You know,” biting her bottom lip, Yukiko tucked the bullet in a secure pocket spot in her purse. “I think I’ll do just that.” Conan, who had been observing the pair, utilized the advancements of his glasses to scan the side of the room where the bullet was fired. “That’s strange, I’m not finding a point of impact, regarding the bullet.” What did this mean? Conan chuckled, “That’s the same man I accidentally hit with a tranquilizer dart, or so I thought. Then there’s the bullet…” Using the scan system of his glasses, Conan examined the room. “No sign of impact on any of the walls. Maybe he caught it with his bare hands?” The internal joke played through his mind. He found it mildly amusing. “Maybe that guy is made of steel or something...?” He managed a mild chuckle. There was nothing more he needed or wished to enquire. “Well Yukiko-san, it was not only an honor to meet you, but to be granted the opportunity to interview you. I will forever be grateful.” The reporter made a move for the exit. “Hold on.” Yukiko’s words would bring a halt. He’d glance back at her. “Yes?” “Your name. You never told me your name or what agency you represent.” Shifting, he bowed his head before delivering just that. “Kent,” the reporter conveyed. “Though, I’d prefer if you addressed me as Clark.” Yukiko bowed in return. “Well, the pleasure was mine as well, Clark Kent.” “As for my employer. The Daily Planet,” Clark revealed. Yukiko placed a finger to lip. “The Daily Planet.. I’d be lying if I said I’ve heard of it.” “Which shouldn’t come as a surprise. Its base of operation is in a faraway place known as Metropolis.” The man in the navy suit would turn for the exit once more, gracing her with a parting invitation. “You and your husband should visit sometime. I’d be more than willing to take you both on a tour of the city.” Yukiko puffed her lips, gradually forming into an accepting smirk. “You know, I might just take you up on that.” Tipping his hat, Clark would march off as Yukiko stood in a daze, one only broken after hearing the voice of her friend. “So, Metroplolis?” Eri softly spoke. Yukiko grinned. “What? You interested in tagging along?” “Highly doubt my schedule would allow for such an adventure.” Not a moment later, a band of law enforcement lead by Megure Juzo entered the room. “Alright, I was given the basic details of what happened over the phone. Would someone like to explain in full detail what happen-” Eri stepping forward, interjected. “It’s over.” Shock exploded. “It’s OVER?!” With all the commotion and emotions running high, Conan knew if there ever was an opportunity to slip out, it was now. Darting for the elevator, Conan glanced over at Bruce for a final time. “The way he moved, his form even when taking down that security guard. There’s no doubt in my… Bruce Wayne is Batman. Now, all I need is proof.” …. He gazed into the face of the moon, briefly closing his eyes in welcome of the nightly breeze that massaged the sides of his cheek. While faint, someone approaching from behind tickled his conscious. “So, you finally slipped out?” Kaitou Kid faced Akako, a genuine display of disgust on full display. “I can’t believe you left me in there. I could have been shot! What then?!” Kaitou Kid relished in her frustrations, finding it hard to hold back the few laughs that escaped his lips. This only fueled Akako further who placed her hands to hip. “You’re not taking this serious Kuroba-Kun!” “Number one, I’m certain you’d have had no troubles dealing with a pair of simple gunmen. Number two, my little detective would have not allowed for anyone to mark, so much as a scratch on you.” “… Your little detective?” Akako was moderately interested by what was meant by that. “Never mind it,” replied Kaitou looking to shift gears. Stepping toward her, he had something he wished to know. “Tell me, did you find my disguise as Timothy Drake more appealing to the eye than the actual thing?” “More like the clearance section rip-off, if I’ve ever seen one,” Akako happily insulted. An evil grin was now cruising in place. Kaitou Kid rolled his eyes as he looked away from the long-haired girl who couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t know why I even bothered asking. On a good note, all security measures were accounted for. I shouldn’t have any trouble getting my hands on the Bird Revenant when the time comes.” With a smirk still in place, Akako gave him the thumbs up. “Good for you.” Turning with the sway of his cape, the Phantom Thief aligned beam focus with her dark eyes. “What of your encounters? The red demon… was that person in attendance tonight?” The smile on face faded. “I was wondering when you would ask.” “.. Well?” “Yes. And trust me when I say, you’ll be surprised to learn who it is.” …... The renown duo of investigators managed to exit the premises before being made out by anyone who was familiar with them. Even so, Kogoro felt the need to ask once more. “And you’re sure no one spotted you?” “For like the fifth time, no one saw me,” responded Conan. “You can breathe easily. I don’t suspect Ran will find out we followed her to Skytale tonight.” Sighing in relief, Kogoro would shift the subject. “Well good. It seems as if everything fell in our favor then. And to top it off, you and I were awarded free drinks!!” Kogoro’s burst of laughter paved through the end of the block. “Hmmmm..” Curious for what was meant by this, Conan pulled at his jacket. “Free drinks, what do you mean?” Placing his laughter on hold, Kogoro responded. “The beverages ordered at the sit in restaurant at the Skytale lobby, well, someone tipped the bill for us.” This was a surprise. “Who?” “That Bruce Wayne guy,” Kogoro revealed. Conan’s eyes widened “Don’t know how, but at some point he must have found out we were dinning in that little place. I’ll have to thank him if we ever formally meet.” The seconds following were a blur. Uneasiness came over the young detective. If Bruce was aware of their activities in the lobby, was it possible he also knew Conan had managed his way to floor twenty-three? If so, what did it mean? Kogoro stopped after another step. “This is far enough. When Ran and Eri exit, there’s no way they’d spot us from all the way over here.” Kogoro went on to signal for a taxi. Within a minute one arrived. Sitting in the backset, Conan reminisced with his thoughts. What was to come? At this point, even he was unsure. …. The ladies walked step for step toward the exit that was a short distance away. “Sorry the evening didn’t completely go as planned,” Eri apologized. “Regardless of the unexpected turmoil, I hope you found some joy in the little time we had.” “Anytime we spend together is always joyous,” Ran happily responded. This brought a smile to Eri’s face. The two reached the sidewalk in short. “So, when do you think we can do this again?” "I have a jam-packed schedule ahead, but I'm positive we can figure something out." Ran was pleased to hear this. It didn’t take long for the scheduled taxi to arrive, opening the back door for her daughter, Eri stepped off to the side to allow her daughter entry. “Give your father and Conan-kun my best.” “Hmmph.” Ran nodded. “If you ever need anything, or just want to talk,” Eri winked. Closing the door, she watched as the taxi took off into the night. That moment brought a shift in Eri’s attention, turning eye to an individual who stood alone at the end of the block beside a stop sign. Even with the top hat set in place to help conceal his identity, there was no mistaking who it was. “Wayne-sama…?” This prompted the question, what was he doing out here, and alone for that matter? The lawyer’s curiosity got the best of her. Hearing her trotting toward him, Bruce looked in her direction. “So, any word on what happened with those two security guards.” She stopped after coming within feet of him “They were taken into custody after some questioning. Unsurprisingly, they weren’t working alone. Their getaway driver was promptly apprehended, and the police have already keyed in on the man who hired them for the heist,” revealed Bruce. “I imagine he’ll be wanting his money back after such a failed heist,” Eri joked. She motioned closer. Now within inches, she stared with calling intent within her eyes. “Kisaki-san… is there something I can help you with?” Without warning, her hands planted on his shoulders, leaning forward, a peck was planted upon his left cheek. She pulled back. Its result brought a level of shock. “What was that for?” “Thank you and an apology.” Eri turned back in the direction she had come, stopping after only a taken step. Shifting to face him for a last time, she spoke. “I wholeheartedly hope you don’t deem my actions… unwarranted.” This brought about a smile from each. “Goodnight, Wayne-sama.” He watched as she faded with each step. “Goodnight, Kisaki-san.” Moments following their exchange, another joined him. “Considering all that happened, I’d say things went relatively well.” Bruce didn’t even need to turn to know who it was. “Thanks again for coming, Clark. Your involvement made things a lot simpler.” “Always glad to lend a helping hand.” Clark was surprised to find him alone. “Where’s Tim? I thought the two of you would be-” “The second part of his investigation concerning the Phantom Thief requires his duties elsewhere,” interjected Bruce. “Tell me, how did your… encounters go?” Clark adjusted his tie. “Where to even begin? I suppose starting with the elephant in the room, or rather, the most notable information I was able to extract.” Bruce was locked in. “Which is?” “Well, Mouri Kogoro has been an active detective for years.” “Correct.” “It was only recently that he was honored with the coded name of the ‘Sleeping Kogoro’.” “Yes, I learned of that very fact after researching Mouri following the events of Enigma’s little fiasco.” “Well, you’re going to love this part.” Bruce stood in anticipation. “The opportunity to speak with the daughter of Kogoro Mouri arose, Ran. Well, let’s just say what she had to share was.. insightful,” Clark began. “For starters, she’s not only a childhood friend, but also happens to be the current girlfriend of the ace detective you seek.” “.. Shinichi.” “Onto the subject of the Sleeping Kogoro, well, by Ran’s recollection, the legend of the Sleeping Kogoro and his rise in success all started shortly after a certain young boy began staying with them several months ago. Ran claimed the boy to be a lucky charm of sorts. His name, Edogawa Conan.” His reaction was to murmur his mark. “… Conan.” Everything was seemingly beginning to muster into clarity. To Be Continued

Spot on, that's the way to approach it. Haven't really done much of it myself, but you should be ok to post some pics that relate to any of your stories. I'd imagine as long as they aren't too 'explicit'. You can definitely check up on that to be sure.

What part are you finding complicated? Just getting started? Outline? Dialogue? I'd be more than willing to give a couple pointers. There are different types of writers, some have a general idea for where they're going with a story, and others just start writing and piece things together as they go. Or, somewhere in between even. I say just take a shot at it; I promise you'll get better as you go.

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 38 A Book Signing, Thief, and a Little Trap His short wavy hair flowed in sync with the hot wind that pressed in defiance of the chosen direction. Each stride brought an increase in the burn felt in his legs. How far had his morning jog taken him? Two miles… three perhaps? Keeping in top shape was essential in Subaru Okiya's mind. Powering down one last block, he halted in stride. Panting, he took a deep breath as he slightly hunched over. Easing upright, Subaru took a sip of water from the bottle in hand. "That should do it. No doubt more people will soon occupy the streets." Allowing his breathing to subside and heart-rate to normalize, he casually pressed on the rest of the way. It took all but a minute for his destination to fall into view. He would stop, greeting eye to that of the unexpected. "Who is that?" There, standing at the gate leading to the house, was a man he had never seen before. This individual wore a pair of jeans, sports cap, shades, brown jacket, and a hygiene mask over his face. Suspicion was now afloat. One step, two. Before he knew it, the distance between him and the mystery man was extinguished. "Is there something I can help you with?" Subaru politely inquired. Choosing not to assemble his hands from where they lay buried in pocket, the masked man faced him. Several seconds passed, not a spoken word from either. Subaru stared into the darkness of the worn shades, unable to gauge a read for the opposition. "Is he staring me in the eyes…? Or is he merrily studying me?" "No, unless of course your name is Kudo, Shinichi." The man finally responded. He would then wipe away a single sweat drop upon his forehead. "You know, this is actually quite a warm morning, wouldn't you say?" He was soft spoken, his pitch… perhaps early to mid-twenties in age? "Sorry, but I am the only current to reside at this location. It has been that way for months. However, I'm willing to take a message for him," offered Subaru. "Next I hear from Kudo-san, I'll be sure to inform him of your visit. I'll just need a name and-" "Never mind it." The man turned in the opposite direction. "I'll plant meet with him some other time. Ciao." Subaru's eyes sharpened on the subject as they faded into the distance. "Who the hell was that?" …. A new day arrived. His routine, not differing from any other morning. Conan, placing his bag over his shoulders, huffed. "It's all my fault… had I not invited him to help with the investigation Hattori would be-" The sound of his ringing phone would cut his inner thoughts off. "Hattori?!" Conan felt disappointment when he realized it was not him calling, yet surprised at who was. "Mom…?" "Shin-chan!" Conan quickly motioned for the bathroom, closing the door tightly once inside. "Not exactly the greatest time, was just about to-" "I know this is short notice, but are you going to be busy this evening?" Conan blinked, curiosity taking center stage. "What do you ask?" "Your dad is having a book signing at the Skytale building here in Tokyo tonight! Isn't that great?! I have two additional tickets, so you can bring anyone of your choice along for the event." Conan rolled his eyes. "That sounds lovely." Hearing the sarcasm in his voice, Yukiko countered. "What do you mean that sounds lovely?! Aren't you going to come and support your father?" "It's not that, it's just…" "Heiji-kun?" Yukiko assumed. "You're worried about him, aren't you? Listen Shinichi, you can't keep blaming yourself for what happened. I'm sure he'll pull through. The doctors are optimistic. If anything, a night out could get your mind off of things." "It's not just that, there's also the case that I'm-" "Excuses! You're just full of them this morning, aren't you Shin-chan? Fine, I'll just have to find someone else willing to entertain me through the evening. Have a good day, hmmph!" "Wait, it's not like that," argued Conan. "Can't I at least see how I feel after school, and maybe I'll change my mi….? Mom? You still there?" The line was disconnected. Conan found it amusing. "She really hung up on me, huh?" He attempted to call her back, only to discover she turned her phone off. "Ok, now's she's just being petty." Exiting the bathroom, he would come to discover Ran and Sonoko locked in conversation. "When did Sonoko get here?" "I'm sooooo not looking forward to it," conveyed Sonoko, her voice carrying a growing annoyance. "Like.. why does he need to speak with me? It's not like I have some ground breaking intel or something!" Ran half smiling, replied. "I'm sure it won't be all that bad, and besides.. at the end of it all, you might get another opportunity to see Kid." What was being discussed? Conan mildly interested, inserted himself into the equation. "What are you guys talking about?" "I see the brat hasn't taken off for school yet," murmured Sonoko under breath. "Nothing really, just another scheme in the works to catch Kaitou Kid," Ran informed. "And the new guy wants to talk to me after school," Sonoko added. "New guy?" Sonoko rolled her eyes. "Uncle Jirokichi hired some foreigner to aid with his next attempt to try to catch Kid-sama. Don't really know all the details. Apparently, he wants to have a word with me about my past encounters with Kaitou Kid." "Do you happen to know his name?" "Don't know, don't care," Sonoko coldly responded. "All I know, based on the few people who've worked with him thus far, all have said the same." "Which is?" "Talks very little, keeps to himself, not much for smiles. The only one he really converses with is uncle." "Maybe they have a lot in common," Conan jokingly noted. "You might be onto something. He's probably just some old-timer looking for thrills and a paycheck." Suddenly, excitement manifested. Sonoko quickly turned to Ran. "Oh, I know!" Ran was unsure if she should be worried. "What is it?" "After school, you can come over and accompany me! That way I won't get interrogated alone!" Sonko felt elated. Ran was less than thrilled. "I'm pretty sure no one is going to interrogate you." "Please! I'll feel a lot safer if you come with. For all I know, he.. he could be some creeper or something!" Ran raised her arms to hip. "Now you're just being dramatic, and besides, aren't your parents going to be home?" While Conan found himself somewhat entertained by the back and forth, he knew time was of the essence. "Would you look at the time. I better get going, don't want to be late for school!" Speaking not another word, Conan took off. …. The hand of the clock motioned, bringing about the passing of another hour. eight A.M. He blinked, feeling the exhaust from a lack of sleep. A sudden knock came from the door a short distance away. Motioning, he spoke. "Come in." A large man with a small scar across his left eyebrow wearing a dark-colored business suit entered, softly closing the door behind. "Chief…?" "Still no progress, Otaki." "I see." Silence rose. Clearing his throat, Goro spoke again. "I'm going to visit that coffee shop just down the street. Want anything?" Heizo directing his focus back to bedside, shook his head. "No thanks. I'm fine." Goro nodded, exiting just as quietly as he had entered. "Three days… it has been three days. Fifty two dead… yet, you survived. And now I sit here; juggling in mind how you are the only one to breathe its effects and not succumb to death." The tune of the heart monitor hummed to ear. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, only to gasp in the process of doing so upon hearing subtle movement below. "Could it be…?" The eyes of the young man lying before him flashed wide for the first time since being admitted to the hospital. Gazing up, he locked eyes with the man positioned over him. "Dad..?" "Heiji?!" Feeling a rush in adrenaline, Heizo's first action was to look toward the door. "Doctor! Come quickly! He's awake!" … The rise in temperature increased by the minute. A short-haired girl stopped after another step, raising a hand over her smoldering eyes that felt the effects of the fuming sun. "I certainly hope the mile run isn't scheduled for today's gym class." Gritting her teeth, she tightened her eyes momentarily, feeling the heats surging wave graze the entirety of her body. Pressing past the main entrance to the school, the circulating cool air inside pleasantly greeted her. The carrying voices of conversation from the many students tuned on all sides. She paid this no mind as she made way to her first period. "Good morning Sera-san!" Hearing the call of her name, Masumi looked over her shoulder, giving a quick wave to her classmate before continuing. However, she would only manage another half-step after catching wind of something. "Kudo, Shinichi? Do you know where I can find him?" Hearing the mention of his name, Masumi stopped to spot a boy with long brown hair she had never seen before talking to a girl from her math class just feet away. "Who is that guy? Furthermore, what does he want with Kudo-kun?" Masumi remained stationary as the pair conversed. Dialogue between the two would go on for roughly a minute. At conversations conclusion, both went their separate ways. Masumi managed a brief glance with the brown-haired boy as he passed, noting his green eyes. She would then step in front of the girl from her class. "Hey, who was that guy?" "Just some foreign exchange student." "Exchange student?" "That's what he said." Masumi got straight to the point. "I heard mention of Kudo-kun," "Oh yea. He was just asking basic stuff." "… Like?" "When's the last time he showed up for school, who he hangs out with, does he have a girlfriend.. you know, just the basic stuff. Supposedly he some big fan of his or something." Masumi blinked, immediate suspicion arising. Shedding eye on the exchange students who was now clear on the opposite side of the hall, she made a move to follow. "Sera-san! Where are you going?!" By this time, the hall was paraded with students and staff, making it difficult for her to maneuver toward the sought target. Maintaining view, Masumi witnessed as he stepped at the left corner far ahead. Masumi hissed. "Dammit, if I don't hurry, I'll lose track of him." After some difficulty, she reached the end of the hall. Turning, he was nowhere to be found. There were three doors he could have entered; the Men's bathroom, the maintenance closet, or the lunchroom. Masumi quickly checked the closet, no one to be found. Upon closing it, a student stepped out from the men's restroom. "Excuse me." Masumi kindly confronted him. "Is there anyone else in that bathroom?" "Nope, just me," the boy replied. "Are you positive?" Masumi had to be sure. "One hundred percent. No one else was in there except me." "Then that must mean he is in the lunch lounge!" Masumi took off in stride. "Hey, no running in the hall!" The boy shouted from behind. Determination pumped throughout, forcing the doors open with a powerful shove of her forearm. Plowing through, immediate contact was made with another. "Ahuhhh…" Losing balance, Masumi tumbled forward, drilling into the stiff chest of a boy. It was a move which sent the pair gliding to the ground. Pushing up from where her head had fallen beside his, Masumi looked down This wasn't the supposed exchange student she had spotted. He wasn't wearing a school uniform, and had short, spiked, wavy black hair. A notable difference from the lengthy brown hair of the sought man of interest. Their eyes locked, a captivating gaze that seemed to be timeless. "Your eyes…" The only words to escape her lips. ".. My eyes?" His voice, calming. The right, a bubbly blue in tint comparable to that of a morning clear sky. The left, a ravaging forest green makeup of a twirling flame. "They're different colors." He blinked, responding. "Heterochromia." "Heterochromia?" "It's a condition where a person's eyes present different colors from one another," he softly explained. "A foil of two sides of a coin, if you will." Masumi drew her own comparison. "Yin, Yang." "Earth, Sky." "Solid… liquid." He leveled up, bringing the two within inches of one another. "As much as we could go on, do you find it feasible that I may get back to my feet?" Blushing, Masumi made an immediate move to press up from her position upon him. "My deepest apologies. I got completely sidetracked." Dusting off her skirt, Masumi would hold out a hand, which he would accept. "I should really be more careful coming through those doors." Now back on his feet, the man across would adjust the strap to the bag hanging from his shoulder. "I better get going. I still have a few other soda machines that need to be filled throughout the school." "So, this guy is a vendor," Masumi realized. Looking ahead, she didn't spot anyone else. She turned back to the vendor exiting the lunchroom. "Excuse me." He would stop, leveling eye once more. "Yes?" "Before I entered, did you happen to cross a student with green eyes and long brown hair? He would have pranced through here shortly before my arrival." To her dismay, he shook his head. "You're the only one I've encountered in here since I filled up the machine, sorry." He would exit. Masumi would scour the room for a second time, not a single person in sight. "This makes little sense. He wasn't in the men's bathroom, maintenance closet, or here. Unless this guy can walk through walls, I should have encountered him at-" Spotting something on the ground beside foot brought a haste end to her inner thoughts. "What's that?" Reaching for the item in question, Masumi held it above head, the sun's beaming ray through window side bringing a reveal. "An eye contact? But what's it doing here?" Examining further, she found it to be green. It then clicked in mind. "Could it be?!" Racing for the doors once again, she pushed through just before the vendor was about to turn the corner. It felt as if her heart skipped a beat, spotting what appeared to be a brown-colored wig hanging from the bag over his shoulder. "Hey! Hold up!" Masumi took off after him. "Now I see, heterochromia was nothing more than a coverup. His eyes are naturally blue. He must have lost one of his eye contacts by accident when we collided. In other words; the soda vendor and the green-eyed student inquiring about Shinichi, are two sides of a coin...one and the same." Charging the corner, a large crowd of marching students would unfortunately greet Masumi. Her eyes ran rapid, clutching her fists in a deep, gutted realization. "He's gone." ….. The last bell for the school day rang clear throughout the halls of Ekoda High. Akako Koizumi patiently tucked a few of her unneeded books into her locker, taking note of the expected glances she received from many of the boys who passed by from behind; a very welcomed development. Finishing up, she firmly closed her locker to be greeted by a grinning Kaito. "Good afternoon Sunshine-chan," remarked the magician. An expression of awkward uncertainty mustered across her face. "Was that supposed to be a compliment?" "Only the best I have to offer," replied Kaito. Akako grasping the straps of her bag began to walk, prompting Kaito to do the same. "So ahhhh, you going to be busy this evening?" To say the witch was intrigued, would be an understatement. Stopping after only a few taken steps, she faced him. "What's it to you?" Kaito smirked, happily rubbing his hands together. "I knew I could count on your cooperation." Her face fell dull. "What's that's supposed to mean…? Just what are you up to, Kuroba-kun?" Kaito simply laughed. "Come on, I'll tell you all about it on the way out." Hesitant, Akako would follow his lead. …. The two walked nearly in perfect alignment, much to Ran's dismay. "Well.. we're here." Sonoko happily smiled. "Thanks again for coming with me. Don't worry, I'm sure this won't take long." "I certainly hope not," Ran murmured. "I'm home!" announced Sonoko as the two entered. It didn't take long for a short haired woman to appear from down the hall. "Welcome home Sonoko." She would note the girl at her side. "And I see Ran-chan is with you." "Yea, I asked her to come along for the questioning process. You know, since she has encountered Kid-sama as well. The more intel, the better, right?" "Speaking of which, Drake-san is actually waiting for you in the study," informed Tomoko. Following this, she would curiously step past the two in the direction they had come. "Where are you going mama?" asked Sonoko. "I have a few errands to run, I should return within the next hour or two." Making haste, she would exit, leaving just the two of them. "So.. the study," Ran noted. Sonoko finding position behind, firmly grasped Ran's shoulders as she forced her forward. "Sonoko, what are you doing?" "I think it would be better if you went first. After all, we still don't know if this old guy is some creep or something," Sonoko explained. "If he try's anything funny, you can take him down with one of those kicks of yours." Feeling the impact of the shove with every taken step, the study was reached far sooner than Ran would have desired. And then she saw him, standing a number of feet away with his back to the pair. She was shocked. "He's young." Feeling a joined presence, the man wearing a teal-colored three-piece suit and a matching fedora hat would turn to exchange glance, one that seemed to last many seconds. An almost questioning look came to be expressed. Ran was uncertain what to make of this. "You.. you're not Sonoko Suzuki." His tone, calming, yet.. carrying a coldness. Hearing the mention of her name, Sonoko would peek out from the side of her friend, shocked just as much as ran. "Huh? He's not an old guy?" Recognizing her from the pictures he had seen, Tim took a step forward, bowing his head. "The pleasure is mine, Ms. Suzuki." Adjusting his collar, he continued. "You're even softer on the eyes in person, the pictures I saw of you withheld the complete package of your grace." Sonoko blushed, looking away to try and hide that fact. Motioning to move, Tim would then turn eye to Ran. "I guess it's true what they say, lasses of the same feather travel in a flock." The complemented prompted the same reaction from Ran. After another marched step, Tim stopped, taking a moment to gander over the pair. This was something Ran took note of. "Listen, I know the two of you probably have more important or activities you'd rather dwell in than speaking with me, so.. I'll make this little gathering of ours as brief as possible," Tim promised. "Nonsense. You can take all the time you need," Sonoko girlishly assured. Ran couldn't help but narrow her eyes at her friend, muttering under breath. "Well, this is definitely a change in energy." "Very well, what can the two of you tell me about your experiences with.. Kaitou Kid?" …. The two walked side by side. Ai glanced over, Conan was clearly deep in thought. "You've been completely zoning out all day," Ai spoke. Conan did not respond. "Still thinking about that Batman, huh?" Conan huffed, grasping the edges of his pockets. "You've spent the past three days investigating the matter. So, when do you plan on telling me what you've uncovered? Or in the very least, what you believe? Tell me, has the brilliant detective figured out who Batman is yet?" Giving in, Conan would speak. "Well, there's two ways of looking at it. One; from a symbolic way, a unit of many working together that has brought about the birth of the legend known as Batman. While perception may be of a single person in operation, it could actually be many." "And the second?" "A particular individual. I at first believed it to be the former, but now… the latter is seeming a lot more plausible. Even if comprehension of it is clouded." "Explain." "Agent Jodie, the last we spoke, she mentioned the Commissioner of Gotham City, Gordon James, has some kind of bat signal sitting atop the police headquarters." "I recall. And you believed that Gordon-san was running his own little secret operation of these so called, Batmen, correct? Is that still your belief?" "A great detective never settles on a singular possibility," Conan stopped, prompting Ai to do the same. "Concerning the possibility of Batman being a specific individual. Well, there were several factors to consider." "Which are?" "Stories indicate the Batman mainly operates out of Gotham City right? So, it stands to reason if we're narrowing it down to one person, that's where they would reside." "Makes sense." "Secondly, it would have to be someone with not only a large amount of funds, but notable resources as well. Without that, they wouldn't be able to function on the level that the Batman is stated to operate on." Ai chose not to speak, curious to hear what his breakdown would lead. "Last, and one of the most important factors would be motive. What would motivate someone to such a degree they would feel the need to challenge crime on their own on such a large scale?" "So, have you locked in on a prime suspect, Shinichi?" "Ah Hmm," nodded Conan in confirmation as he faced her. "Bruce Wayne." This caught Ai by surprise. "Wayne? As in the same Bruce who is the father of Damian-kun?" "Of all the categories mentioned, there were several who fit the mold. But no one checked all the boxes, except Wayne-san. It wasn't hard, all of what I found was public record." "Ok, what's the supposed motive?" "Wayne-san witnessed the death of his parents as a child. They were shot right in front of him in an alleyway." Ai wasn't fully convinced. "You really think that would be enough to drive him to the extreme lengths that this Batman character has rumored to indulge in?" "Pain… sorrow, is handled differently by every individual. Do I think that to be the only factor? No. But I do believe, if Wayne-san is in fact the Batman, that was the starting spark that erupted his flame." "…" "Don't you find it a bit strange? Damian-kun shows up in Tokyo, and in under a week Batman appears, coincidence? Then came the night of the Kamen Yaiba show, when Hattori and I crossed him, Damian-kun stated he was looking for a man dressed in a Kamen Yaiba suit. Two of them turned up that night. Could it be the one he was in search of was the Joker? If Bruce Wayne is Batman, it stands to reason his son is aiding him in some fashion." Ai was impressed. "I shouldn't have expected anything less from you. However, not once in that summation of yours did I hear what you truly believe. So, do you actually think Wayne-san is Batman?" Conan placed a hand over his face, slightly tugging at his hair in frustration. "It's all just blocks of circumstantial crumbs and hypothesis as of now. I don't have any proof to say otherwise as of this moment. It's more likely Gordan-san of the GCPD has his own secret operation running like I originally came to suspect. But, all other possibilities are not something I can ignore." Conan motioned to walk again with Ai trotting a mere step behind. "What will you do next? Will you confront Damian-kun?" Ai was interested to know. The two reached the end of the block, marking where they were to part. Before doing so, Conan responded with honesty. "As of this moment, I'm not entirely sure." The two would go their separate ways, leaving the young investigator to dwell in his thoughts. Before he knew it, Conan found himself in eye's vision of the agency. He would reach for his phone, redialing the last number he had attempted to call. "She still isn't responding. How long does mom plan on keeping this up for?" He arrived inside in minimal time, taking a seat on the couch before choosing to turn on the TV. 'Breaking News' appeared on screen. Reading the words plastered, a rush of relief plowed to the surface. "Hattori! He's awake!" Upon seeing this, he felt the urge to call his friend immediately. Before he could do so, his phone rang. Could it be? Conan wasted no time in taking the call. "Hattori?!" A chuckle came from the other end. "I see you've learned of your friend's improving health. Saw the news myself just a couple minutes ago, Shinichi." "Dad?" ….. The meeting with Sonoko and her friend had gone well, garnering better results than Tim had expected. Stepping out from the taken taxi, he had arrived back at the hotel he was staying at. It took all but a few moments for him to notice someone of familiarity standing a few feet away from the main entrance. "Damian." Tim approached. "What are you doing here?" Stepping up from where he leaned, Damian uncrossed his arms. "I spoke with Grayson this morning. Learned father is currently on a private jet, and will land here in Tokyo in an hour." "Didn't hear a question." "I was told his return is your doing. Explain. I want to know what you've got going on," to which Damian replied. Dropping eye, Tim would step past. "Come, we'll discuss matters upstairs." The two would proceed to the elevator, neither speaking a word the entire time up. Damian would be the first to speak upon their arrival. "Let me guess, you need help deciphering the hidden message written for Kaitou Kid?" "Yes, and no." Damian was curious, "What's that supposed to mean?" "The location of choice, the day, and exact desired time for all to unwind, I've figured that much already," Tim revealed. "The thing is, the message was specifically meant for Kid's eyes, what I'm missing… the why? What does this mystery person want with Kaitou Kid? What do they have planned? I believe the only one who can answer that is the Kid Thief himself." "Does it really matter what they have planned?" "Better to know, so I can plan accordingly before the big meet. And if my deduction of the message is correct, only nine days remain for what they have planned." "So, what you're saying is-" "Yes. I need to unravel who Kaitou Kid truly is before then. Once I've done that, determining if he is an enemy or potential ally will cement how I'll proceed with the case. Either way, I may very well need his input to crack the code in full. I'm done waiting for an opening, it's time to reel everything into my corner to dictate." Damian's expression fell blank. "As per usual, Drake's sense for control has leaked to the surface. Let's just hope his brash decisions don't end up hampering us down the line." He would clear his throat. "That's all well and said, but how do you plan on getting him out into the open? It's not like his degeneracy is a nightly occurrence." ' Tim took a seat at bed's edge. "Bait." "Bait…?" "That's where Bruce comes in. By my request, he was able to find and purchase the 'Bird' Revenant statue. With it, we're going to lure Katiou Kid to a.. how should I say, public gathering tonight at the Skytale building. The plan is to keep it displayed at the Skytale facility, even after tonight's events." "There's just one issue I see with that plan. Kid doesn't just show up and take something of interest, he always gives notice days in advance. It's all about the thrill and spectacle. What's a show without an audience?" Damian would shift. "Your plan to catch Kid, while plausible, is notably more on the field of inductive reasoning. You need a more guaranteed approach, Drake." "That's where you're wrong. Kid will most definitely show up." Tim was sure of this. "From the lengthy discussions I had with Mr. Suzuki, Kaitou will typically visit the location for where he plans to obtain an item of interest, gaining knowledge not only of the layout of a particular facility, but to get an understanding of any and all security measures set in place." "I've yet to see a broadcast for tonight's event." "The televised announcement occurred an hour ago. Not only that, I'd imagine Kid became aware of the event prior to the public." This came as a surprise. "How so?" "I discovered someone had bugged Jirokichi Suzuki's office this morning, no doubt by Kid himself. If I had to take a guess, it was a move for him to learn not only about Mr. Suzuki's next scheme to apprehend him, but to study me as well. Unfortunately, I was unable to trace where he was recording from. By the time I found the placed devices, someone had already cut the connection." "With a new piece on the board, it makes perfect sense Kid would opt for such a move. Though, there's still something I must inquire. Couldn't you have accomplished this on your own? Why does father feel the need to make an appearance?" Tim held up six fingers. "The treble and the three sheep." "Batman, Detective Mouri, Kaitou Kid, Nightwing, the Flash, and-" "Kudo, Shinichi," Tim completed. "Bruce suspects the next phase of the Riddler's plan will involve all who took part in the first challenge." "Now I understand. We have accounted for everyone except Kid and Kudo. Where.. and in the case of Kid, who he truly is." "Precisely. Tonight isn't just about reeling in Kaitou Kid, but Shinichi as well," Tim revealed. "When coming up with this plan, I had that in mind from the very start. Kid was simple, the real task was finding a way to entice Shinichi's attendance." "And?" "Kudo, Yusaku. A well-known novelist, and also the father of Shinichi. He is the key player in summoning Shinichi. Besides the Bird Revenant statue being put on display tonight, Skytale is also the venue where Yusaku will be part of a book signing session along with a few other decorated writers. Speaking with Bruce, he informed to me that he also awarded Mr. Yusaku three tickets for entry to the building for tonight's gathering. Who do you think he'll bring, I'd wager.. his family." For the first time in their exchange, Damian smirked. "Two birds, one stone. Well played, Drake. I suppose there's only one thing I have left to question." "Which is?" "Kaitou Kid. How do you plan to figure out who he is?" Tim stood from the bed, walking over to the mirror across the room. Standing, he stared into the depths of his own reflection. "It's simple. Unlike everyone to come before, I'm going to play his game." …. Conan's reaction was to freeze at what was conveyed. "A masked man? Are you sure you weren't able to make out any identifying features?" "It was actually Akai-kun who encountered the individual in question. What he wants with you is a mystery." "And you don't believe it has anything to do with the Organization?" "Akai-kun certainly doesn't believe so, but even still, we should exercise caution." Conan stood silently, surfing through his thoughts of endless possibilities. "Are you at the house? I can be over in less than-" "Unfortunately, I'm not," Yusaku interjected. "I'm actually on my way to Skytale." Then it clicked. "That's right! Skytale, the book signing. Mom told me about it earlier. I can meet you up there." "About that, the two extra tickets your mother was given have been-" Conan's focus would be drawn away by the arrival of Ran who stepped in past the door, taking immediate notice of him. "Conan-kun, where's dad? And who are you talking to?" "I.. ummm, Hattori!" Conan announced. "I don't know if you knew, but he finally woke up." "Yea, Kazuha-chan called and informed me." Ran placed a hand to chin. "But it's strange, because what I was told, Hattori-kun isn't sending, or taking any calls right now." Ran growing suspicious would look down at Conan. "So why is it you're able to chat with him? Or is that even who you're talking to?" Thinking quickly, Conan would hold down the button to shut off his phone. "Sorry dad." Stepping forward, Conan would hold up his phone for Ran to take. "Here, you can talk to him for yourself if you don't believe me." Ran accepting the phone would place it to ear. "Hello… Hattori-kun?" No response came. Holding the phone out in front, she discovered that it was off. Conan laughed, rubbing a hand on the back of his head. "Oops, looks like the battery must have died." Narrowed eyes and all, Ran handed the phone back to him. "Well, isn't that just convenient?" Conan watched as she headed for her room, sighing in relief. "That was a close call. I better wait a bit before I call dad back." Taking a seat, Conan's sights fell on window side. Not thinking of anything particular as the sound of the shower sparked soon there after. "Now is my chance." Just as he was to turn his phone back on, Kogoro entered the room. "Alright, now to see what we're having for dinner tonight!" Disappointment washed over him when he discovered there was nothing on the stove. "Ran really is slacking this evening, huh?" "She just got home a short time ago," Conan informed. "Just got home? School ended hours ago. Where was she?" Conan shrugged. "I have no idea. You'll have to ask her yourself." Several minutes passed. After drying and putting on a new set of clothes, Ran would join the two out in the main room. With a paper now in hand, Kogoro would lower it to the desk. "Ran, Conan told me you arrived home shortly before I did." Ran nodded, giving confirmation. "I was with Sonoko. I accompanied her to her home. She wanted me at her side while she got questioned by Drake-kun." Conan looked at her curiously. "Drake-kun?" "From the little I know, Sonoko's uncle hired him for the sole purpose of apprehending Kaitou Kid. Basically, Drake-kun wanted to pick our brains regarding our past encounters with him. But, it was… strange." Kogoro leaned forward. "Strange, how do you mean?" "The way he talked, the way he looked at us even." Ran paused. "It didn't completely feel like a prototypical interview." Conan remained silent. Kogoro leaned back in his seat. "Under the assumption he's a young man, could it simply be he was checking you ladies out?" "Well, yea, but not in that kind of way." Conan's interest skyrocketed. "How do you mean?" "He started by complementing our looks. But… I don't know. It felt like more of a ruse, a move simply to get us comfortable." Ran took a number of moments to find the words to explain further. "Just as much as he digested what we said, he seemed to study our every move, the way we walked, talked, expressions, our gestures even. It almost felt like standing in a room with... a detective." "What?" Ran faced him. "Hidden behind his eyes, I've seen it all too many times.. with Shinichi." She then faced her father. "Dad, he had the same look you have every time you're analyzing a crime scene." Kogoro was speechless, as was Conan. Neither knew what to make of this revelation. Before either pressed further, Ran's phone rang. Stepping away, she answered. "Hello?" The two waited patiently. Ran checked her watch, as a look of excitement rushed to express. "Really?! Right now?!" Kogoro's eyes sharpened. "She's quite excited all of a sudden." "Of course I'll come! Just give me like ten minutes! I can't wait to see you!" Conan crossed his arms over his chest, a level of suspicion rising for him as well. "Ran is way too thrilled. Just who the hell is she talking to?" Ran placing her phone into her pocket would anxiously skip off to her room. She would return shortly after with a handbag now strapped upon her shoulder. Kogoro would question his daughter. "Ran, where are you going?" "I'll call you when I get there. I don't have time to explain!" "What about dinner?!" "You'll have to order out," called Ran in return. The sound of her steps faded down the stairwell. Conan and Kogoro looked to one another, this prompted Kogoro to stand from his seat. It was clear, the two were thinking the same. …. Now positioned atop a building adjacent to Skytale, Kaito looked on with a pair of binoculars. He couldn't help but laugh as he sighted the layout and the position of where the Bird Revenant was stationed. "This is really the set up they're going for?! This is going to be easier than I thought! It's like the old timer isn't even trying anymore!" Kaito was ecstatic , his laughter carrying in a presumptive victory. "Tell me again why I'm here?" questioned a disinterested Akako positioned beside him. Evading the question, Kaito would direct her attention. "There in the far-left corner of the room is old man Suzuki." "I know who he is," Akako felt the need to note after granting the requested. "Another key player is Drake, Timothy. He's standing near the table of beverages," Locking in, a devilish smirk formed. "He's kinda cute." Dropping the binoculars from her line of view, she faced Kaito who was still watching on with heavy anticipation. "Be truthful, why did you really invite me to tag along with this scheme of yours? Of all your heists, not once have you sought my assistance, like.. ever." "Admittedly, I don't need your help for this one either," a smiling Kaito responded as he continued his scope of the target location. Akako leveled a single hand to hip. "Then why am I here?" Kaito parting from the binoculars momentarily, faced her. "I need an extra set of eyes, or rather the use of your… special ability." Interest spewed. "Oh yea, and what specialty might that be?" "That red demon from that premonition of yours. If they are in attendance, you'd be able to sense them, right?" "Perhaps." Kaito was pleased to hear this. "Then it appears I was right in having you tag along." Rasing the binoculars in hand once again, focus would fall back on Skytale. "Fact of the matter is, with so many moving parts; Batman, the Royal Flush Gang, a Kaitou Kid imposter, seeking aide from Akako at this time, doesn't seem like such a bad move. Not to mention, I've still yet to determine who or what the Red Demon is; Akako is my best bet in that regard." "Kuroba-kun, you still haven't revealed my role or who you'll be disguised as once we enter," Akako reminded. Kaito chuckled. "Oh yes, I suppose the fine details are necessary." …. Moving with subtlety, the pair managed to stay out of sight in pursuit of the target. They watched as she stopped at the corner, signaling for a taxi. It didn't take long for one to appear. After it took off, the two would step out of hiding. Kogoro would state the obvious. "Ran took a taxi. Looks like we'll be doing the same." Finding way to the same spot she had stood, they too would call for a taxi. Thankfully for them, it didn't take long for another to appear. After the pair were seated, the driver asked, "Where are you headed?" "Follow that other taxi two cars up," Kogoro instructed. "That I can do." The pursuit was now on. "Just who is she be meeting? It must be that no good detective boy," Kogoro murmured. Conan vaguely hearing him found slight humor. "Definitely not, since I'm sitting right here." But if not him, then who? Conan was determined to find out the answer to that. They drove for several minutes. Finally, they came to a stop. Stepping out from the vehicle, Conan and Kogoro were both shocked to see where the pursuit had led them. "Skytale? What business does Ran have here?" "Your guess is as good as mine." Conan was just as clueless. After paying the taxi driver, the two looked toward Ran who entered the main entrance. "Hurry kid, we can't lose sight of her." The two hustled, not wanting to fall behind to the point of them losing sight of her. Entering the building, the two spotted Ran jogging down a long hall, taking a sharp left at its end. "She really is in a hurry. Whoever she is meeting, it must be important." Conan noted internally. Just as the two came within range of the corner Ran had turned, the carry of a familiar voice caused the two to slow in step. "Could it be?" Of the two, Kogoro was the first to peek around the corner, Even though he could not make out her face, because she stood with her back to them, there was no mistaking who it was in his mind. Her sharpened figure, the worn formal attire, her lengthy hair tied to where it did not hang. "Eri…?" Kogoro was at a loss. This was not who he was expecting to see. She and Ran were standing opposite of an older man who stood behind a counter. Were they checking in for something? Conan too got a look in as well. "Kisaki-san? So, that's who Ran was talking with over the phone. But what are they doing here?" The two observed in silence. Hoping to learn just that. "What do you mean we're not on the list?!" exclaimed Eri. "For the third time mam, neither you nor your daughter are on the guest list. I'm sorry," the man politely relayed. Irritation growing, Eri checked the time on her watch. "Oh great, the deadline for check in on the twenty fifth floor is two minutes." Ran worriedly looked to her mother. "What happens if we don't meet the deadline?" "We won't be allowed entry," replied Eri before facing the man across once more. "How about if I call the one who invited us? She's currently on the floor where the event is being held." He shook his head. "Sorry, but that won't be enough. Those not on the guest list are prohibited from entering. A condition set in place by Wayne, Bruce." Feeling the urge to say something further, Eri bit her lower lip as a barrier not to argue any further. Ran leaned close to her mother before whispering. "Who is Wayne, Bruce?" "A spoiled rich kid industrialist who is notorious for his playboy like tendencies. Just your average wealth seeking business man looking to expand his reach, even if unwarranted," Eri responded with sass carrying in voice. Ran, dumbfounded, couldn't find words for a response. "Come Ran," Eri said rolling her eyes as she turned for the exit. "I don't want to waste having you come out. We'll spend our evening elsewhere." She took all but a single step before bumping into a large man in a business suit. Glancing up, she immediately apologized. "Excuse me! My deepest apologies." "An unwarranted apology, Mrs. Kisaki, it was I who stepped in your walking path." Eri was shocked. "How do you know my name?" "I made it my business to know the names of all in attendance tonight." Raising his right arm, he held out his hand. "Bruce Wayne." Shaking away the expressed awkwardness, Eri extended her hand to grasp his. "The pleasure is mine." The clerk behind the desk spoke. "Oh, Wayne-sama. I wasn't expecting you to return to the lobby. If you could, these two young ladies claim to be part of the guest list, I did not see them listed. But based on your exchange, would it be right to assume they are?" Bruce faced him. "Correct. I apologize for not updating you sooner. I was just directly informed they'd be joining within the past twenty minutes." Bruce would then acknowledge the young woman standing beside Eri. "And you must be Mouri Ran, yes?" Ran nodded, giving confirmation. "It's an honor to meet you Wayne-sama." "You two better hurry on up. Mrs. Kudo is expecting you. Once you reach the twenty fifth floor, there is a section toward the far-right corner of the room, a round table. That's where she's seated," Bruce conveyed. He then reached for his phone. "I'll let security know the two of you are on your way up to avoid any further delay." "Thank you very much," Eri bowed. Making haste, she looked to her daughter. "Ran, let's go." Conan and Kogoro continued to monitor things from where they hid behind the corner, observing as Ran and Eri entered the elevator. His name leaked from Conan's lips upon seeing him. "Bruce Wayne…" "The twenty fifth floor? Just what is taking place up there?" Kogoro wondered. "Well, at least we now know who Ran came here to meet," said Conan turning back for the exit only to have his body take off from the ground. Kogoro grabbing hold of the back of Conan's jacket held him up to eye level. "And just where do you think you're going, huh?" "What's the point of us sticking around? It's not like she's hanging with some strange person you'd deem dangerous or suspicious," Conan stated. "It's simple. I want to know why they're here." Conan's slightly squinting his eyes would cross his arms. "You have to be on the guest list to be allowed entry, remember?" "You think I don't know that?" Coughing, Kogoro cleared his throat while lowering Conan back to the ground. "That's why I need to find a way to sneak in. And you're going to help me." ….. Silence hovered over the pair on their way up, Ran feeling an urge to break it, spoke. "Mom, do you think he heard what you said?" Eri, uncertain for what her daughter was speaking of, pressed for clarity. "Excuse me?" "Wayne-sama. Do you believe he overheard your remarks regarding him?" An almost half grin registered to her lips. "Oh, he most certainly did." Eri was almost sure of this. "How can you be sure?" With the elevator reaching the sought floor, Eri relayed but a single word. "Unwarranted." Ran was uncertain of what to make of it, but chose not to pursue the topic any further. Exiting the elevator, they walked into what resembled a comprehensive library. Every direction, there were books to find, shelves upon shelves expanding from one side of the room to the other. By her count, there were a number of five distinct lines of people in wait. The security guard standing beside the door would hand each of them a badge. "What do you think all these people are in line for?" asked Ran. "I imagine Kudo-san isn't the only novelist in attendance. No doubt these people are standing in wait for an opportunity for an autograph, or something of the such," Eri assumed. Recalling what Bruce had said, Eri marched toward the far-right section of the room. Ran quickly followed suit. Patiently maneuvering around the lines that had taken shape, they finally met face with the renowned actress who wore a purple-colored dress with an accompanying stylish floppy hat. "Eri, Ran-chan! So glad you guys could make it!" Her expression would briefly turn sour, bringing with it a murmur of disappointment. "Unlike a certain detective." Stepping around the table, Yukiko would greet them. "I hope we didn't keep you waiting long," Eri spoke. "No, not at all. I actually enjoyed my little alone time." Turning, Eri searched the room. "Where is your husband?" "Oh, he's in the middle of fan greets and autograph signings. Don't worry about him. What do you say we head down to floor twenty-three to check out the art gallery?" This came as a surprise. "Art gallery?" Ran questioned. "Yes. Outside of the book enthusiasts on this floor, there is a small spectacle on floor twenty-three for art. They're even serving snacks and beverages down there." "Not that I really care. But if this is a double event, why not have both take place on linking floors?" Eri questioned. "I asked the same. I was told by security they were having trouble with the surveillance cameras on the twenty-fourth floor, thus why they moved the art display to the twenty-third floor," informed Yukiko. "But enough about that. What do you say we check out some eye gravitating art?" …. Many people stood afloat, admiring the variety of art that decorated the space of the twenty-third floor. Ranging from different types of paintings, sculptures, and even eye captivating jewelry, Jirokichi stood confidently at the center of the room, peeking an eye at the Bird Revenant toward the left. "Come on down Kid, we've got the red carpet nice and rolled out for you." Tim watched just as carefully from the other end of the room, observing for anything out of the ordinary. A sudden vibration from his phone graced his attention, raising it, there were two words of text. "Knock, Knock." Checking who had sent it, Tim found it was a number he did not recognize. Regardless, he entertained his messenger, texting back. -Who's there?- A response came quickly. This time, a picture. It was of an American robin with a photo cropped red helmet over its head. Knowing who it was, he spoke his name. "Jason." Tim texted back just as fast. -What do you want?- -To meet, ALONE- -When?- -Tonight- -Where?- -Will come to U- Their string of texts would end there. "Just what are you up to, Jason?" In an instant, the presence of another showered over him. "Damian," Tim spoke his name, all while maintaining eye on the guests in his line of sight. "Drake," responded Damian who stopped after taking position beside him. "Kaitou Kid, has he arrived?" "No, not yet." Tim was confident in this belief. "But I have no doubt he'll soon make an entrance. One of absolute subtlety, at least in his eyes, and for everyone else not adapt to his deceptive nature." "Since you don't plan on apprehending him, I must say, I'm quite intrigued to see how you plan to go about peeling his mask away en route to his true face." "Unfortunately, that information will have to be provided later." Bruce joined the two in a corner of the room. "I take it you have a task for me?" Damian assumed. "We know from the discussion Bane and Shiva had that there is a small presence of the Ghost Dragons roaming this region. I want you to run a patrol. If you find or hear anything that could prove pivotal in disrupting their operation-" "I'll radio it in." The task was straightforward. "Before I forget, Tim, did your search earlier today amount to anything?" Tim shook his head in disappointment. "Unfortunately not. Both attempts at gaining intel hit a stone wall." "I see." Before Damian would depart, he had a question. "That tracking device, the one that you crushed in hand the night of the Kamen Yaiba incident. After analyzing what remained of it, were you able to determine the manufacturer?" "Based on the design and materials used to create that specific tracker, I was able to confirm it was in fact made here in Japan." "How many companies fell in line of suspect?" Tim asked. "Forty two in total." "That's quite a steep number." "Obviously, I had to narrow that list down. Which brought my focus to the child I encountered on the rooftop that night. It's not every day someone that age is carrying a utility such as that around. Based on that alone, I came to conclude they didn't create it on their own, but had it provided." "I'd conclude the same." "Keeping that in mind, I gathered a list of all adults in attendance at the live Kamen Yaiba show. One name stood above all," Bruce stated. "Agasa, Hiroshi." Damian quickly faced him. "Agasa?!" "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you're aware of who he is. After all, a girl by the name of Haibara Ai, who is a student in the class you were selected to serve as the teacher's assistant, lives with the professor." "Professor?" questioned Tim. "Yes, Agasa is a well-known inventor. His skills are remarkable," Bruce conveyed. "How does the Haibara girl factor into all of this? Do you believe her to be the one you encountered that night?" "After running an extensive search on Agasa, I did the same for any known relatives or potential business partners." "And I'm assuming this girl was the only notable hit?" "She doesn't exist," Bruce revealed. "At least, not from the standpoint of the system. No records of a mother, father, or even her birth. Whoever she is, Haibara Ai, that is most certainly not her real name. Furthermore, Agasa is also the neighbor to one of Riddler's named sheep... Kudo, Shinichi." "Who would have thought a simple tracer would take us down such a rabbit-hole." Tim's fascination with the situation only grew. Damian took center stage "I understand why you might suspect Ai father, but in that case, may I nominate another? Edogawa, Conan." Bruce faced him directly. "Conan?" "His showcased intellect is far beyond that of an elementary student. Every group of friends, no matter if they attend school, are part of the workforce, or even in the military. One thing is a constant, every group has their lead wolf. In the case of; Haibara Ai, Yoshida Ayumi, Kojima Genta, and Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, observing them from afar, there is no doubt in my mind who stands as lead of the pack." "Edogawa." "Agasa has accompanied them almost every instant I've crossed them outside of school. Between Edogawa and the Professor, they seem to have a peculiar relationship, one not of child and guardian as you would expect, but rather, equals. Something else to note, there's also that detective I told you about who I met on the Sunshine cruise, Hattori Heiji," Damian continued. "What's the relevance of bringing him up?" Tim asked. "Well, when you and I parted the night of the live Kamen Yaiba show in an attempt to locate the Joker, I discovered Edogawa and Hattori together. Their relationship felt, platonic, to say the least. Above all, they seemed to be investigating something." By this point, Bruce had chained it all together. "The child on the rooftop, Conan's association with Professor Agasa, and the fact he was investigating something that night." Tim agreed. "No way that's coincidence, the kid in the gas mask-" "Conan Edogawa," Damian completed. "Well, at the very least, it's a high probability based on what we know concerning the situation as of now." Silence shadowed over the trio for many seconds. Bruce knew he'd a new person of interest to investigate. Placing a hand into pocket, he spoke. "Damian, it's time." He nodded. "Yes, of course." With nothing further to add, Damian marched off. In a moment's time, Bruce removed an envelope from his pocket. "What's this?" asked Tim upon receiving it. "The DNA results came back on the hair sample discovered attached to the Kaitou Kid replica outfit at the Gotham Museum." "You mean the one the Kaitou Kid imposter left behind?" Tim recalled. Opening the envelope, he looked over the results himself. "Well, now isn't this interesting?" Placing the results into his jacket, he'd revert to a different matter. "I gotta say. That high school detective, Shinichi. The way he operates, it's almost like he's one with the shadows. Quite reminiscent of our own moves across the board." "He might not have shown up tonight as I had hoped, but both his parents are in attendance. I'll gain as much intel from them as I can." "A direct approach could be risky." "Agreed. Yusaku being the primary subject I don't want to tip off regarding my intent. He's just as cunning, if not more so than his son, mainly because of experience," revealed Bruce. "While a superb writer, he is also a highly intelligent man. No doubt he'd catch on if we started asking questions about the whereabouts of his son, even if indirectly. That would only cause his suspicions to fall squarely on me." "So, how do you plan on working around that?" Bruce smiled. "You'll see." Tim looked over the room of guests once more. "If Kudo is as you described, there is no doubt he'll try to find out who you are. You realize that, right?" "… I know." "So…?" Bruce faced him. "I need to find him first." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 37 Fear now Laugh later The stench of its presence stirred through the room, expanding its mark with every passing moment. The eyes of the long-haired man dropped face with the locked across, electing to peer downward, drawing focus to the pair of bodies that lie before him. Pressing forward, his hands buried even further into the confine of his pockets. Joker tracing his every move felt not threatened, but curious rather. "Bro…" a single line escaping Vodka's lips. No response came from the man he deemed his partner. Gin coming within a half-step of the fallen made move to a knee, all while removing a glove. Joker blinked, his grin sharpening ever so slightly. Tracing a finger upon neck of one of the subjects, Gin came upon a sudden realization. Placing the glove back to hand he stood tall, returning eye to the man across. "It appears an apology is due." This prompted a sharp grin from Vermouth. The opposite arose from Vodka, who was notably shocked by the voiced. "What are you saying…?" Gin responded, emphasizing the opposition. "This joke had a death binding punchline after all." "Death binding…?" Vermouth who understood, inched a half step. "What he's relaying is that our laughing friend is cold, stiff, dead." With the sway of her hair, Vermouth would lock eye with the Clown Prince herself. "While intrigued, I don't feel that served as a big enough… how should I say, trial sample to make a deal." Joker chuckled. "Well, that is why we're here, isn't it? There is a reason I chose tonight to bring about the reveal of the curtain." Ai nervously watched on from where she hid a short distance away. "Could it be… more victims to come?" "We'll jot this down as merrily a tasty appetizer. The main course is yet to come." Clearing her throat, Vermouth would shift ever so slightly. "That was but of one. What of the other weapon I was told you would display tonight?" With a giggle bypassing his teeth, Joker lowered the weapon in hand. "Oh…but I already have." …. All details were provided in full. Heiji motioned back, digesting everything that was relayed. "You weren't kidding, this is a sophisticated case." "And if my hunch is right, everything will crash course here tonight," responded Conan. A multitude of circulating voices carried throughout the building, even so… it seemed as if dead silence had found shelter around the pair, who stood stone still in thought. The call of his name would break their trance of such. "Heiji, Heji!" The young detective would shift, expressing a scent of annoyance. "Hey, I thought we agreed I'd meet you in the stands. What are you still doing out here?" Leveling his sights upward, Conan immediately recognized who had joined them. "Kazuha-neechan?!" Surprised to see him was just as prevalent. "Conan-kun?" Kazuha would shift immediate focus to the surrounding area. "Is Ran-chan with you?" "Nope, just me, the professor, and a couple of friends," Conan smilingly replied. Unbeknownst to the trio, someone approached from the far side. "I thought I recognized you. Hearing the chirp of your name brought confirmation, detective." Conan shifted, discovering a large man who now stood before them. "Who is this guy?" His focus would lock on to one person in particular. "Hattori…" Heiji responded. "Bane…" Kazuha would look from one to the other. "How does Heiji know this man?" Placing his hands behind his back, Bane would elect to speak again. "Given your timely presence here, it only makes since that I relay gratitude from a fellow compatriot of mine. If you recall, when the Sunshine was struck by that torpedo, you took the initiative to push the woman traveling with me out of the way. Your actions prevented that incoming table from hitting her." Heiji would simply nod. "The honor is mine." "I owe you one… Hattori." Upon speaking his name, Bane would elect to march off. "Do find joy in the rest of your evening." The three would watch as he disappeared amongst the moving crowd. "So, he's one of the people you met on the Sunshine cruise, huh?" Conan spoke in realization. Hearing this, Kazuha would suspiciously shed eye on Heiji, crossing her arms over her chest as she did. "Hey… what's this cruise Conan-kun is talking about?" Conan gulped, not knowing beforehand Kazuha was not aware of the cruise. "Wait, I.. I can explain," Heiji stated as he faced a less than amused Kazuha. Conan was mildly amused. "Well, here we go." … Every moment brought another shocking reveal. "He's the one responsible for the spread of the fear toxin…?" Haibara was at a loss. Vermouth found an intrigue in the conveyed. "So, you're really the one responsible for the toxic substance that's been spreading all over Japan?" "Responsible for the fear toxin's spread, yes," Joker admitted. "However, I am not the creator of its origin. But that's neither here nor there. A meaningless detail." With that bit of revealed information, Joker would press to the main topic of discussion. "Now the question is, do any of the products I've put on showcase garner any interest?" "Before we proceed, there is something I must inquiry," interjected Gin. "Do you have an antidote for these… toxins of destruction?" Their eyes met. "Afraid you might accidentally take in a whiff yourself pretty boy? A great question none the less. The answer is yes, however," continued Joker who directed focus back on Vermouth. "That will cost more than the original discussed price." "A discussion that will come at the shows end. After all, you eluded to another.. demonstration, yes?" "The curtain will soon slide abroad," bowed Joker in confirmation. Standing upright, he would adjust his tie before looking to window side. "Oh, and since we seem to be on good terms, would it be so much to ask for your sniper on the roof across to stand down?" Vermouth smirked. "So, he was aware." "I'd hate for them to accidentally pull the trigger, for you see… if I go," began Joker who removed the Kamen Yaiba top to reveal a bomb strapped to his chest. "We all go kaboom!" Joker hysterical laughs filled the room. Vodka expressed a growing uneasiness, Gin remained stoic. Haibara watched on in fright. "What kind of demented maniac is he?" Vermouth would smilingly raise a phone in hand. "Korn, stand down, it appears we have… come to terms." She would then turn eye to her comrades. "Shall we?" With that the three would trot toward the door. "I wouldn't leave so sudden, at least not without these," spoke the Joker bringing a stall in step. Upon reaching the food cart, Joker would reveal a number of three gas masks that had been hidden away. "I'd highly recommend putting these on for the upcoming proceedings." Tossing one to each of the three he would wave. "Ta ta." They would then exit. Sighing in relief, Haibara would lean back. Staying low in position, she could hear the sound of Joker making way toward the door as well, hearing it slam once again moments later. The time was now, Ai knew she had to make a move, lives depended on it. "I have to hurry and let Shinichi and the others know what's going on, we have to get this place evacuated before.." Upon only taking four long strides, Joker stepped out from where he hid behind a pole. "I've always loved a game of hide and seek." Fear, shock, uncertainty… those were the waves of emtion running through her. Thinking quickly, Ai reached for her detective badge. "Shinichi I!" Joker would instantly knock the device from her hand before grabbing hold of the back of her shirt and lifting her from the ground. "I think not, can't have you ruining the show now can we? That little toy there, is it some kind of communication device? Is someone able to track you through it?" Holding strong, Ai would not respond. The smirk across Joker's lips would drop. "Let's try this again." Pulling a gun, he would hold it just inches away from her face. "Can your cute little gizmo be tracked?" Fear mounted, prompting Ai to give a confirming nod reluctantly. "See, now was that so hard?" Joker would pull the trigger anyway. Ai gasped in fright, only for a mini flag reading; 'BANG' to export from the muzzle. Laughter erupted. "You should of seen your face, you really thought the end of the road was knocking at your doorstep, didn't you?!" Joker's laughs only intensified. After collecting himself, Joker looked into the eyes of the fear filled girl. "Ohhhh, don't cry." Joker would wipe away the single tear to have formed before placing two fingers on opposite side of her lips to create the desired expression in defiance of her own efforts. "A pretty face such as yours, should be reserved only for smiles." Joker grabbed Ai's detective badge before standing tall once more, raising her to eye level. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you little gal. After all, once the deed is done, I need a survivor to give an inside scoop for all that occurred." He'd then go on to place Ai's detective badge back into her pocket. "We're going to play a little game. I wonder what happens first. The release of my special laughing gas? Or will your friends find you in time to give you the opportunity to warn all in attendance to run?" A devilish expression would arise upon the Joker's face. "Let the game, begin." …. The two had scoured the entirety of backstage. To their misfortune, there was no sign of the man they sought. Damian, growing skeptical of the information, asked Drake, "Did you actually see the guy dressed as Kamen Yaiba back here?" "I'm certain of it. Clearly, he isn't back here anymore. We'll have to expand our search to the rest of the facility." "Do you know how big this place is?" "That's why we're going to have to split." The two would exit backstage soon after, knowing that every passing second could be just as crucial as the next. Without speaking a word, the two took off in opposite directions. As Tim hurried along, the communication device in ear sounded off. "Red Robin, status update," Batman dispatched. "We've narrowed down our primary target to a specific subject. The man currently sporting a Kamen Yaiba suit." "Where is he now?" "Lost sight of him a bit ago, but Damian and I have split up to try and…" he stopped in mid speech upon laying eyes on an unexpected attendee. "Red Robin…?" "Batman, we have a problem. Bane…" "…Bane?" "He's here." This certainly complicated things. "Batman..?" "Trail him, but under no circumstances are you to engage. I want to know what he's doing here." "But what about Kamen Yaiba?" "We'll have to leave that to Damian for now. If Bane is involved somehow, following him might lead us straight to the target." "Understood." "In case things go south, do you have the gas mask like we agreed?" "Of course. I also have a single antidote dosage for both the fear toxin and Joker's laughing gas, as does Damian. If Harley is involved and causing trouble again, it's important to be ready for that situation too." "As discussed, Batman out." Tim watched him with intent. "Oh kay Bane, first the Sunshine Cruise, and now a Kamen Yaiba liver performance… just what are you up to?" He maintained a safe distance, determined not to be noticed. In a short time, Bane arrived at the stands, stepping down from one row to the next. Finally, upon reaching the fourth row, he found way to a specific seat. "The spot next to him is empty… could he be waiting for a potential travel mate?" That very question would soon get answered. Another approached, a woman. After reaching her mark, she took a seat beside him. "Who is that?" Tim wanting to get a clear view of her face, moved in position. Upon doing so, he made an alarming discovery, all too familiar with the woman to take company alongside Bane; one of the deadliest martial artists he had ever come to cross, and had the luxury of training under. "It can't be… Lady Shiva?!" …. Even as he explained the events leading to him boarding the Sunshine cruise, the look of annoyance did not seize upon Kazuha's face. "They simply invited me aboard the cruise as a surprise gift for the captain's son, as it was his birthday," Heiji explained for the third time. "And given he was a big fan of mine and all, it made sense that-" Heiji stopped, noticing someone of familiarity who walked along. "Damian-kun?" "Hattori," voiced Damian stopping in his tracks. "Glad to see you recovered. You took a good hit to the head on that cruise." "It sounds like everyone but 'me' was invited on that cruise," Kazuha sassed, shifting hands to her hips. "I suppose so." Damian turning, would press on again. Heiji was curious. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" "Looking for the man dressed as Kamen Yaiba." "For what purpose?" Irritation was now beginning to set. "I'm busy investigating something." "Investigating?" Both Heiji and Conan spoke at once, showing their piqued interest. Damian rolled his eyes. "I have no use for an elementary detective wannabe and an amateur high school investigator whose form in the art of deduction is mediocre at best." The critique left both Heiji and Conan dumbfounded. Kazuha on the other hand did not take kindly to his words. "Well excuse you! If you should know, Heiji is actually one of the best-" Damian would cut her off as he turned to walk away. "Didn't enquire for your opinion doll face. Now if you will, I have no more time to waste on such riffraff such as yourselves." Kazuha made a move to march after him, only for Heiji to hold her back. "I wouldn't bother. He's not worth it. Besides, the show will start soon. We'd best make way to our seats." Kazuha taking a deep breath, sighed. "You're right. I'd rather not miss the opening act if we can help it." Taking only a couple steps, Kazuha glanced back to find that Conan and Heiji walking in the opposite direction. "And just where do you two think you're going? You better not be following that boy." "Of… of course not!" Conan denied. "I just need to, um.. go to the restroom!" "And I'm going to watch him!" Heiji quickly added. The expression on Kazuha's face said it all. Heiji cleared his throat before clarifying. "You know, like as a guardian. Just to make sure someone doesn't nab the little guy." Narrowing her eyes, Kazuha held up two fingers. "Two minutes. The both of you have two minutes. Got it?! Don't make me have to come and find you." "Of course not," laughed Heiji. "We'll meet you in one." Kazuha pointing to her watch responded. "The timer begins now." As she turned to walk away, the pair sighed. "One minute… really?" questioned Conan. "You know as well as myself, it's probably going to take longer than that to piece everything together." Conan looked upward when Heiji didn't respond. "Hattori?" The detective of Osaka's eyes were locked on Damian who was now almost out of his line of sight. "He mentioned investigating something… could it be he's tangled in the same case as us?" …. The stands continued to fill as they waited for the shows beginning. It had been several minutes since Ai and Conan had departed. Mitsuhiko glanced down, noting neither had yet to contact him. "I'm sure it's nothing. Before we even realize, they'll rejoin us." …. Since spotting the two, Tim had moved in closer, hoping to catch an ear for what was being spoken between the pair. Not a single word was spoken for several moments, a trend which Bane would break. "Well…" "..Well?" Briefly glancing over at her, Bane would turn away. "That dress, it suits you well, if I should say so myself. It really brings out the bliss of your fine tuned-" Lady Shiva would kindly interject. "I know this invitation wasn't merrily for me to show face, just for pampering my ego, Bane. Tell me, what's a man of your talent want with a woman like me?" "Now look who's playing the lost lamb. You know exactly why I'm here Shiva," began Bane who eased back in position. "The Ghost Dragons." A smirk formed. "What about them?" "I am aware of their resurgence. I also know you have come to break bread with them… so to speak." "I failed to hear how any of that concerns you," to which Shiva replied. "Does this sudden interest have something to do with one of their former heads and also your father, King Snake?" Bane blinked. "Years have passed since his demise. I assure you he still dines with those of the afterlife." "I've heard this current regime of the Ghost Dragons has three primary bases of operation. One over in Nagoya, another in Golmud China, and the third-" "Gotham," Shiva finished. "Again, what is your interest in the Ghost Dragons?" "You see, my business here in Japan has just about wrapped up, and within the year or so, I have some plans… for Gotham. I want to know what the Ghost Dragons are planning in that region. And who else to gain intel from, then you. Knowing if they'll pose as a roadblock of sorts is all I'm here to determine." "This is it, perhaps we'll finally make some headway for what the Ghost Dragons are up to." Tim was hopeful. "Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I have not a clue as to what their ultimate plans shape. I was simply brought on as hired muscle, and for… how should I say, talent scouting." "Talent scouting?" "The Ghost Dragons seek talented fighters to join their ranks. That's why I'm here in Japan," Shiva revealed. "This coming Friday there is a martial arts tournament to be held in Osaka, there is a specific combatant the Ghost Dragons have taken an eye to." "And whom might that be?" "A fighter by the name of, Kyogoku Makoto." This bit of information drew little interest from Bane. "Answer me this at least, who leads the Ghost Dragons now?" Shiva stood up from where she had been seated. "That is a mystery to me as well. All communication has been through the lower ranks of the clan. Finding out who calls the shots, well… that is something I plan to uncover. Until next time, Bane." Upon watching her march off, Bane too would motion to his feet. "Well, and here I was hoping this little meet would have uncovered some of the mystery surrounding this new group of Ghost Dragons. It appears I'll have to string out their secrets through other means." Tim observed as the pair walked in opposite directions. It's evident that neither of them has any connection to the rogue Kamen Yaiba. Bane shouldn't be an immediate problem, after all it sounds like his time here in Japan has reached its end." He took internal note of that. "Then there's Shiva… Friday, Osaka, a martial arts tournament, and a man by the name of Makoto Kyogoku. Looks like outside of unmasking Kid, I have another matter to see to. I'll have to relay all of this information to Bruce at some point, but right now, I have to find the masked man." The task was clear, find Kamen Yaiba. …. The duo of detectives pressed along, only for Conan to come to an untimely stop. Heiji, noticing the concerned look on his face, enquired. "Yo Kudo, what's up?" "It's Haibara. I missed a couple calls from her, so I've tried calling back and-" "No answer?" Heiji assumed. "Yea." "Hey, isn't she with the professor? Why don't you try calling him or one of your friends?" Conan would take him up on the suggested. Mitsuhiko would be the one he'd contact. "What's taking you guys so long? We have less than four minutes before the show starts! You and Haibara-san need to hurry back!" "Huh…? You mean Haibara isn't with you?" "No. I thought she was with you. After you left, she went to find you several minutes ago." Conan was now uneasy. "I'll call you back. I'll try tracking Haibara through her detective badge." Heiji watched as Conan strolled off. "And where are you off to in such a hurry?" "I'm going to go check on Haibara," Conan simply put. Watching as he vanished among the crowd before him, Heiji sighed. "Well, guess I'll just look out for anyone or anything suspicious by myself." … Through her eyes, she didn't find anything suspicious from the outside. Raising her phone in hand, Miwako dialed. "All things are clear out here. How about inside?" "Nothing to report. Everything seems pretty normal for an event such as this," another responded. "Only three minutes remain before the event begins," noted Miwako who glanced at her watch upon wrist. "Stay vigilant. If something is to occur, I imagine it will be soon." "Loud and clear Sato-san." That brought a close to the brief exchange. Miwako couldn't help but wonder. "The ticket for this Kamen Yaiba show, the expiration date for the milk that fell on today… did we truly decipher the contents of the hidden message correctly? Is what is supposed to happen going to be here?" …. Damian's impatience became more and more clear by the second. "Just where did that imposter Yaiba run off to? He couldn't have gotten far. So where is he?" Glancing down he made note of the time. "I've got just over a minute before the show starts. I've got to find him!" …. The mark of the tracer strengthened by the second. "Almost there," mused Conan as he looked ahead. Taking a few steps, he came upon an emergency exit. "According to the track, Haibara should be just past this door." With a pushing step, Conan shoved the door off to the side to make an alarming discovery. "There's no one here." Not a second more, he laid eye to the detective badge on ground, sitting atop a written note of some kind. "This can't be good." Foul play. That was the immediate thought to register. Grabbing hold of the sheet, Conan traced eye over the written. "Ooooopsie! The exits mark a deception of escape. I am two floors down, then five floors up." A moment thought was all it took for it to click. "Two down, five up… if my current position is considered, Haibara should be two floors up." Putting that thought to the test, Conan raced up the stairs. There was just one thing; "The exits mark a deception.. what could that be implying? Furthermore; who wrote the note?" After reaching the next floor, he could vaguely hear someone struggling a floor above. "Looks like my deduction was correct. No doubt that's Haibara." Caution, that was at the forefront of his mind. There was no telling what, or whom, he'd cross on the next level. Conan reached his mark, and there she was. "Haibara!" Placed against the wall, she sat with her arms and legs bound by duct tape. But of it all, there was something more questioning than everything else. "A gas mask, why is there a gas mask over her face?" "Haibara! What happened?!" the ace detective asked upon forcefully removing the mask. "THE JOKER!" shrieked Haibara. "We have to get everyone to evacuate!" "The Joker? Evacuate? Wait, slow down," began Conan as he cut her free. "What are you talking about?" …... More than two minutes passed since they had gone separate directions. "I should have known those two wouldn't show up in the time that they claimed," noted Kazuha with a hint of disgust. "What is taking them so long?" She reached for her phone. …. The final preparations backstage had been completed, and now the show's kickoff was ready to begin. Spotting him, the director was surprised to see the lead man for tonight's live performance. "Yomodo Kirshmeh?! What are you doing out of suit?! We're about to go live in twenty seconds." "Someone knocked me out and stole the suit!" Kirshmeh informed. "SAY WHAT?!" "Luckily, two young men stumbled upon me in the maintenance closet where I had been stashed away." Before the director could really process everything, the a loud sound erupted. "Now what?!" "That sounds like the fire alarm!" exclaimed Kirshmeh. "Then we had better get out of here," the director stated before looking to rest of the crew. "Alright everyone, head for the exit!" …. Heiji ran in stride, listening to the sound of the screeching alarm that seemingly boomed throughout the walls. In the heat of it all, he felt the vibration of his phone. "Kazuha?" "Heiji, are you ok?" "I'm fine," Heiji assured. "Don't know what's going on, but I'm heading for the west exit." "And I'm enroute to the east one alongside Conan-kun's friends and the professor, since that is the closest one to our current location." "Sounds good. We'll rendezvous once we're both outside, gotta go, another incoming call," Heiji stated. With the call ending between the two, he'd take on the second, having a good idea for who it was. "Kudo?" "Hattori, you have to get out of here!" "Thanks for the heads up Sherlock, I can hear the fire alarm you know," Heiji felt the need to point out. "I was the one to trigger the alarm," Conan revealed. Heiji stopped after hearing. "Wait, what?" "The Joker, he plans to release a poisonous gas!" "The Joker?" "No time to explain!" "Wait, aren't you going to exit the building as well?" "Not until I find him. Oh, and don't worry about me. I was gifted a gas mask from Haibara. How she got it, well.. that's another story in itself." Heiji's eyes widened. "A poisonous gas?! This Joker guy, sounds like fun and a half." "When I went to find Haibara, I came upon a coded message past an emergency exit door." Heiji began making way toward the exit once again. "Ok, and what did it say?" Conan would share just that. "Ooooopsie! The exits mark a deception of escape. I am two floors down, then five floors up." He'd pause momentarily. "I determined what I sought was two floors above." "But where does this Joker guy you mentioned fall into the equation? And besides that, I'd still say you haven't solved for the first part of the coded message." "The exits mark a deception of escape… given that exit is plural and not singular in this case leads me to believe it isn't referring to the emergency exit where I found the detective badge." "So, if not the emergency exit… could it be?" The same resided in Conan's mind. "All other exits. Heiji, how close are you to the west exit?" "Should be there in a matter of…" He stopped mid-sentence. "Hey, what's going on?" Heiji encountered a herd of people, all gathered near the west exit. With the alarm still ringing clear, why had no one chosen to leave the building? This was baffling in his mind. It wasn't until surveying the area that he spotted a man in tactical armor and gas mask shielding the door, in short, preventing anyone from leaving. "Hey! Get out of the way!" One shouted. "Can't you hear the alarm?! That means we all need to get out of here!" exclaimed another. "Hattori?! What's happening?!" Pressing the phone to ear Heiji would respond. "Some masked guy is blocking the door." As a number of other people approached, the masked man finally spoke. "Seems enough of you are here now." He chuckled. "May the fun… BEGIN!" With no notice, he hurled an object into the crowd, which promptly detonated. It released a green gas, causing many to run in fear. This was no different for Heiji whose eyes widened in fright. A whiff of the gas swiftly passed, breathing in a hint of its content. His eyes, it started there; a burning sensation. Following this was the dryness of his throat, prompting him to cough. "What the hell is…" Heiji chuckled. "Hattori, what's going on? Are you ok?" Heiji began to giggle. "Hattori…?" Not able to hold back, Heiji exploded with laughter, feeling a sharpness in his chest as he toppled to the ground behind. The young detective gasped for air in between laughs, struggling to contain himself. Ripping at his shirt, sweat streamed down his body. …. "Hattori! Hattori!?" No matter how many times he called his name, Conan did not receive a response. The only sound to come, the many echoes of haunting laughter through the phone. "Just what the hell is going on?" Knowing he could not waste a second, Conan raced off. "The exits mark a deception of escape. How did I not see it earlier?! The Joker anticipated I would pull the alarm after decoding his message to swiftly get everyone out of the building. Dammit, I did exactly what he wanted. Though, that raises the question… why make his move at the exits instead of in the gathered room where the performance was to be held? He'd of had everyone where he wanted them." Could it be his plan is to get everyone to retreat to the theater room for the climax of his scheme? This was a possibility that came to mind. "Whatever the case, I'm almost to the east exit. I need to get there before whatever happened over at the west exit doesn't happen here, then I'll reroute and check on Hattori." As he continued to run, Conan reached for the gas mask strapped to his belt received from Haibara, having a feeling he would soon need it. …. He listened in through the police radio. Word of what was occurring inside had advanced past the walls of the facility, the reports of dozens breaking out in uncontrollable laughter. It was now time to make his move. Batman stood from where he crouched, knowing exactly who he was dealing with. "Joker…" …. Chaos had since erupted on the streets outside the building. Miwako took cover behind a patrol car, listening to the sound of gunfire, she reached for her own weapon to prepare for a counter. An incoming call rang clear. Hesitant at first, she answered. "Sato-san, many reports have been called in from your location about a disturbance. What's the situation?" "Several gunmen stationed around all exits. I've counted twelve alone just by the main entrance. They all seem to be wearing; not only gas masks, but combat gear as well! After the gunfire began, the other three officers who were assigned to watch the front alongside me took action to other entry points. We're in serious need of backup!" "Have you been able to determine a motive for such actions?" "We've received calls from inside the building of several gas attacks," Miwako informed. "From what I have been able to gather, there are gunmen inside keeping people from being able to exit, and on the Flipside, there are gunmen out here blocking the authorities from entering to help assist those in need." "Clearly a coordinated attack. I'm going to send that backup you requested. Given the hefty traffic around that area, and due to the event, the swat team should arrive within ten minutes." "We don't have ten minutes!" A barrage of bullets pierced through the windows of the car she took cover behind. Shrieking, the phone slipped from hand. Miwako quickly motioned, evading the descending shards of glass. "Sato-san! Are you ok?!" Clutching her gun tightly, Miwako was now prepared for a counter strike of her own. That's when she saw it… its dark figure flying down from the sky above. She froze, almost as if everything erupting around her was nothing but a mere illusion of an inner trauma. It closed in, still no motion. Its wings widened, still unable to bring herself to move. Sharply soaring above her, it swiftly glided in the direction of the masked men. "Hey look!" one of them pointed. "A giant bat!" "Shoot it down!" another instructed. As they took aim the flying figuring dropped from the sky, fizzling down from the path of the bullets just as they were to make contact. "Dammit, we missed!" "Don't plan on missing for a second tim-" A ball of smoke dispersed around the area before he could finish his sentence. Gunfire ensued. With the gunmen distracted, if there was ever a time to take advantage of the situation, it was now. Twirling from beside the vehicle she had hidden behind, Miwako took sharp aim. Shock arose. As the smoke cleared, she came to discover the twelve gunmen all lying unconscious upon the pavement. It was only after searching the area that she noticed it planted in a nearby light pole. "What is that? I'm certain that wasn't there before." Advancing, Miwako found way to the object. "Aaauph!" Her index finger was slit after attempting to grab hold of it. "What is it? Some kind of shuriken?" Grasping the handkerchief buried within her pocket, Miwako would pull the object free. Now with it in hand she examined its shape. "… A bat?" Her phone would ring once again. "Sato-san, what's the current status of the situation in by the main entrance? How dier is it?" "Level green, all threats have seized," Miwako happily relayed. "What… really?! Not what I was expecting to hear. Excellent, I'll call it in!" Communication ended. Miwako referred to the newly acquired weapon in hand. "It's all thanks to that.. flying bat." She raised it to the sky, the moon's touch outlining its every corner. The young officer would question, knowing no response would come. "Who the hell are you?" …. It was now a race against time. Every stride brought a burning sensation as Conan traveled toward the east exit. "Ok, the exit should be just around that corner." Making a sharp turn Conan came to find a large crowd of people hanging near the only door in the vicinity providing for a way out. "Hey, get out of the way!" A man shouted. "Do you need your ears checked?! Can't you hear the alarm?! That means everyone has to evacuate!" A woman added. "And what's with the gun?!" shouted a third person. Weaving his way around, Conan finally laid eyes on the armored gunman who too wore a gas mask. "Just like with Hattori, there is someone keeping people from exiting." The gunman looking over all in attendance would then go to reach for something at his side. "I'd say we have more than enough test subjects." Conan laid eye on what he now grasped in the palm of his hand. "Could that be some kind of bomb containing the laughing gas Haibara alluded to? If so, no way I can let him release it. I'll strike him down with a soccer ball from the dispensing belt." There was just one problem. There were too many people in the way for him to lock down a clean shot. The gunman made a move as if he was preparing to throw the object he now gripped in hand. Conan gasped. It was now or never. "I may not have a clear cut opening, but that doesn't mean I can't hit him from here!" Releasing a soccer ball from the belt as he simultaneously activated the power enhancing shoes before kicking a curved shot. The ball would hit the edge of a vending machine, before ricocheting off of the wall, and finally contacting the face of the gunman. He would fall back with a loud thump, his gas mask falling off in the process. "Got him!" "Hey look! The path to the door is open!" "Let's get out of here!" With freedom now in reach, all civilians stormed the exit. Conan sighed in relief. It didn't take long for him to spot Kazuha, Professor Agasa, and all of his friends exiting the building as well. In a short time, only two remained at the east exit, Conan, and the fallen gunman. "Good, they've all gotten to safety. Now I don't have to worry about them." The young detective's demeanor would completely shift. "Now to find the Joker." Suddenly a number of five additional gunmen who all wore gas masks as well entered the vicinity. "Damn, everyone on this side broke free and escaped!" One of them one look toward their unconscious comrade. "Stanley had one job. Pathetic! We can never count on that fool to hold his weight." The five noticed Conan in just a few moments. "Hey look, it's some kid." "And he's wearing a gas mask like us," another stated. "Seems suspicious. Put em on ice!" Conan watched as one of them took aim directly at him. Just as he was to make a move, he felt himself lifted from the ground as gun fire rang out. In what felt like an instant, someone pulled him beside the vending machine. He glanced to his side. "Kamen Yaiba?!" Haibara noted the Joker was wearing a Kamen Yaiba suit. This couldn't possibly be him right? After all, he saved him. So…who is under the suit? Whomever it was, they were not only athletic, but insanely fast by Conan's account. "They're on the other side of that vending machine, shoot it up!" Before they could act, Kamen Yaiba drew a gun from the worn holster before peeking out from the corner of the machine. Picking his mark, Kamen Yaiba fired before any of them, shooting three of the gunmen's weapons from out of their possession. "Nice shot Kamen Yaiba," stated Conan. And with that, he learned just a bit more. "So… this guy is an expert marksman, too. Who is he?" "Nice aim," one of them praised. They would then reveal a grenade. "Let's see how you handle against this!" The grenade was hurled in their direction. "Not good!" voiced Conan internally. Kamen Yaiba reacting quickly, shot the grenade while it was still airborne, an act which would cause it to explode. The force sent not only Kamen Yaiba, but Conan crashing back to where the two were now out in the open. "Now they're sitting ducks," one of the gunmen stated. Before he could act a voice called from a dark corner of the room. "Stand down, he's mine." Conan who now lay on his stomach, looked toward where the voice had come. "Who is that?" It didn't take long for someone to step out into the clear, hoisting a gun just like the others. Conan's eyes widened. "Another Kamen Yaiba?! What in the world is going on?!" The standing Kamen Yaiba would aim his gun at the one who now lie on his back. "What do we have here? A cherry that the blender's touch has finally grasped?" The Kamen Yaiba on ground laughingly responded. "You seem to be getting awfully close. What's good? Afraid you'll miss with that third tier aim of yours?" The taunt in his voice only pressed to irritate the standing Kamen Yaiba, who removed his mask as he inched closer. The green hair, the pale white skin, there was no mistaking who he was. "The Joker!" Conan was sure of it. Upon reaching him, Joker's grip tightened on the firearm in hand. "Na, I just want to savor the moment," he devilishly responded. Conan slightly eased up. "This isn't good, I have to distract him somehow.." One gunman noticed his subtle movement, deciding to point a gun in his direction. "Don't try being the hero little kid, I'll have that face rearranged faster than you can sing ABC, one, two, three!" Joker took a single step back, looking down at the man sporting the same outfit as him. "Any last words." "If you're going to kill me, for the love that is all good, at least pull up your zipper," Kamen Yaiba jokingly stated. "It's a very unsightly, if I should say so myself." Joker's head fell back, laughter erupting. "This suit doesn't even have a zipper you moronic buffo-" The sound of breaking glass would cut his thoughts short. Conan's eyes locked on, feeling the pump of his chest as the dark figure glided from above. "The Batman!" one shouted. Raising his gun, it would get dislodged by a flying batarang, following up with a gliding kick that sent him crashing to the ground. "I got him!" A second gunman raised his weapon. Just as quickly as he took aim, Batman slammed the palm of his hand into his face, shattering the worn gas mask as he dropped to the ground, motionless. A third man opened fire from behind in a surprise attack, only for Batman to launch himself with a twirling back flip. While in midair, he pivoted, landing a sharp kick to the shooter's neck, rendering him unconscious almost immediately. Touching down, Batman would grab the left arm of the gunman before he could fall, swinging him like a frisbee into the remaining active threat. The force of the throw sent both men crashing through the nearby wall. Conan watched in astonishment. "He did that using only one arm?!" Batman took them down almost as quickly as he entered the room. Joker too expressed his admiration by clapping as he watched from a few feet away. "Bravo, you never seize to amaze ole Batsy." "Enough. This ends now," Batman scoffed in the direction of Joker. Things seemed to freeze for Conan in that moment. "That voice… could it be?" Seizing the opportunity of the distraction, Kamen Yaiba would flip to his feet, kicking the Joker with a thrusting kick which sent him crashing against a pole nearby. The Clown Prince of Gotham simply laughed, finding humor in the unfolding situation. "Well, things certainly have taken a turn for the worst, aye? Well that's ok, every good joke has its finishing line that is a PUNCH!" Reaching to his side, Joker pitched a grenade toward Conan. "Hey kid, you gotta get outta the way!" Kamen Yaiba shouted. Knowing he wouldn't be able to evade the impact of the grenade once it hit, Conan using strategy would activate the enhancing shoes for a second time. "Here goes!" Just as the grenade was to make contact, Conan slammed foot into the ground, propelling himself back with a launching escape. The explosion of the grenade caused part of the wall and ceiling to cave in, putting a barrier between Conan and the other three. Noting the stacked odds against him, Joker stood to his feet before deciding to take off. "Well it has been a doozy gentlemen, ta ta!" Batman and Kamen Yaiba chased after him. "He's heading for the emergency exit! We can't let him escape!" bellowed Kamen Yaiba. Conan, gated from the three due to the fallen wall, was able to make out Kamen Yaiba's words. "Emergency exit… that must mean the Joker is heading for the rooftop." Conan shot off, if that's where the Joker was going, then so was he. "I'll have to reroute and use one of the other emergency exits, no way I'm going to let him escape." "And then there's Batman." A grin formed as Conan trotted along. "So, the stories are true." By this time Batman and Kamen Yaiba were racing up the emergency exit stairs in pursuit of the Joker. "So," began Kamen Yaiba as the two ran along. "What's your calling card? Demon Knight, Bat-Person, Caped Monster of the Moonlight Night?" Batman did not respond. "Come on, I've gotta be close.. right?" "You can drop the act Jason," Batman finally replied. "I know it's you." Jason sighed, tossing the Kamen Yaiba helmet off to reveal his domino mask beneath. "That obvious huh? And here I thought my shift in tone was top of the line masterful." The two kept pace in their pursuit. "Red Robin, status update," Batman radioed. "All things are clear at the south exit. Things got a bit dicey, but I managed," Tim reported. "Damian handled things north side before heading to check the west exit, haven't heard from him since. I'll keep you posted." The conversation would end. Jason would speak once more. "Oh, and if you wondering about the suit… a little tight. But on the positive, it really showcases my stellar physique." The two would reach the rooftop in short, greeted by gunfire from a smiling Joker who was near the edge of the building. "As much as I'd love to stay and play, I'm afraid a raincheck is in order for this little dance," Joker stated. "Oh yea, and how do you propose you're going to escape?" Jason was more than intrigued to know how planned on getting past the two of them. "With a bang of course," replied Joker who tossed a number of five grenades in the direction of the duo. "Move!" instructed Batman. The two leaped in opposite directions as the explosions unleashed, revealing nothing but a spark of party confetti. Jason shrugged. "Whelp.. guess we should have seen that coming." Joker stood to the ledge. "I guess this is the part where I say… how's the saying go? Oh yes; 'Better luck next time!'." Laughing, Joker would free fall down toward the street below. Batman took off after him, only to get to the edge to be greeted by three helicopters that ascended from below. The door to the one in the middle slid open prompting Batman to lunge back as someone started firing off a machine gun. The same would occur with the other two helicopters. Joker held on from the landing skid, shooting at Batman as well with the held handgun. There was a number of three snipers as well, by Batman's count. Seeing this, both Batman and Jason took cover as the assault continued. "If he thinks he's getting away that easy he's got another thing coming," Jason stated as he reached for a grenade of his own. "I'm going to set Joker's little escape plan up in flames!" "No!" Batman protested. "If you bomb the helicopter out of the sky, it will fall to several unexpecting citizens below!" "I'm sure they'll have the brains to get out of the way when they see the laughing clown and his crew come tumbling down." Jason felt otherwise. "This isn't Gotham Batman, your rules don't apply here. I refuse to let you call all the shots." With his mind made, Jason prepared to launch the grenade, only to have it knocked from his possession from a batarang thrown by Batman. What followed was the sound of Joker's laughter that carried through the air, fading with every passing moment as the helicopters pressed further into the distance. ….. After running for a time, another emergency exit finally came into view. "There it is!" Conan was ecstatic. He forcefully pushed the door open, his excitement quickly fading after glancing up to see how far he'd have to go to reach the roof. "Soooo many stairs." …. The Joker's laughs had since vanished. By this point, they could only faintly make out the three helicopters, falling in disguise amongst the night sky. Jason clutched his fists in disgust as Batman approached from behind. "You disobeyed a direct order Red Hood." Jason spat. "Direct order? Did you mishear what I said before? This ain't Gotham Bats, I can do whatever the hell I want." Jason would face him. "If you want someone to flip at your every command and kiss your ass to stroke your sense of control, then you had better go find Robin. I've got my own investigation going, and the last thing I want is you or anyone else getting in my damn way." A brief silence fell between the two. "I know Quinn hired you on. I have no doubt that Kamen Yaiba outfit you're wearing was the one stolen from the Sunshine cruise ship," Batman deduced. Jason managed a grin. "Well, it seems you've mildly caught onto my overseas activities. Can't say I'm surprised. Though, you're off with some details." "Where is Harley? And more importantly; what did she do with the ingredients for Crane's Toxin?" Jason huffed, choosing not to answer as he turned to walk. "Do us both a favor and head back to Gotham." "Until we resolve all of this, I can't do that." Jason reaching the left corner of the building, glanced back for a final time. "There's far more going on than you realize." Jason turning would step up to the ledge. "Gotham needs you Bruce. Things are only going to get far worse from here, don't worry about the Joker… I promise to ship his head back to you in a picnic basket, my treat." With nothing more to say, Jason dropped from the building, using a grapple gun to extend to a neighboring structure. Just like that, he too faded into the night. Batman silently walked to the far corner of the building before coming to a halt. He momentarily closed his eyes, taking in all that had transpired over the last hour. What was the meaning behind Jason's words? What could he possibly be alluding to? The subtle sound of something whistling through the air would strip his deep focus. Sidestepping, Batman would grab hold of a small object. "What is this?" Using the installed scanner within his lenses, he determined it was a tracking device. Batman immediately crushed it in hand. Turning further, he came to discover the kid from before wearing a gas mask standing in the doorway leading to the rooftop. Conan stood in shock. "How was he able to grab hold of the tracer before it connected… let alone even hear it?" The first thought to come to Conan's mind, where was the Joker, and the man who was dressed as Kamen Yaiba? Neither spoke a word for what felt like an eternity, staring the other down with just as much intent. Batman was now sure this was no ordinary child. "Who are you?" Conan's eyes shot wide. "That voice! I'm certain now!" There was no mistaking it in his mind. "The one I was paired with during the Riddler's challenge… The Batman!" Before he could truly process this realization, the sound of several footsteps from the stairwell echoed. Conan glanced back. "The authorities, they must be on their way up here." When he looked back, Batman was gone. "That quick, I barely took my eyes off of him. He couldn't have gotten far!" Conan determined to gain answers, tossed the gas mask off before racing to the edge of the building where Batman once stood, looking over to find nothing but the crowd below. "He.. he's gone." Conan gritted his teeth in disappointment. This night had only brought twists, turns, and more questions than he cared to sort. There was a singular thought that stood afloat as he gazed into the eye of the moon. "Who is, Batman?" To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 36 Lights, Camera, and.. Smile! The stage was now set, the lights burning bright. The timer ticked less than an hour until the show was to begin. Conan eased forward from where he sat in the backseat. Glancing out window side he took in the sight of the gathering crowd. "We're here!" Ayumi exclaimed. "This show is going to be great!" Mitsuhiko was just as ecstatic. Maneuvering through the parking lot Professor Agasa managed to lock down a spot after a brief search. "And here we are." "The tickets, do you have them?" asked Haibara immediately after the six of them exited the vehicle. Checking the contents of his top pocket Agasa nodded giving confirmation. "They are all here. Don't tell me you thought I forgot?" "I'd rather us not get to the entry podium only to have to travel back.. that would be embarrassing," Haibara expressed. "It would indeed," Agasa spoke in agreement. Prancing along toward the facility Genta, Ayumi, and Mitsuhiko continued to voice their excitement. Conan moved with razor sharp focus. Any who fell in his line of sight he studied, noting all entering and exiting vehicles. "What is it?" asked Haibara who trotted to his side. ".. Nothing, at least not yet. I still don't know what they have planned." "And naturally that bothers you." Haibara too looked to those that walked among them. "I don't see anything that calls for concern. Most likely whatever this person has planned will take place inside." "I expect that much, but even so.. I can't be too sure." Conan was not ready to draw a conclusion. "Every possibility needs to be accounted for." "You can't be in two places at once." "I won't need to be." "Does that mean yo-" Ai came to an abrupt stop, falling stone still in place. Conan who was a half-step ahead glanced back to find a look of uncertainty, an expression of what looked to be an inner fright. "Haibara?" She didn't respond. Attempting for a second time Conan laid a hand to her shoulder. "Haibara, what's gotten into you all of a sudden?" Breaking free of her sudden trance of sorts she pressed forward. "I.. I don't know what came over. I just have a bad feeling about this." "You sure that's it?" Ai stepped past him. "What else would it be?" Conan looked on suspiciously. "Something is bothering her. I get the feeling it has something to do with a matter not related to this case." ... A drive of over an hour would soon come to a close. The destination was now near. Traffic was now at its heaviest. The man seated in the passenger seat grunted. "At this rate we'll be late bro." "Twenty minutes before the mark Vodka, we'll be there in under ten," Gin assured. "Tonight, is it a contract for hire?" "No, a sell," replied Gin. "An arms deal of weaponry from some overseas merchant." A questioning look fell upon Vodka's face. "What's the point of you and I being present. Seems unnecessary." "Our attendance is for one purpose; in the things don't go as planned.. you know what I mean." "A cross in fire huh? Just what I need." Even with their fast approach there was still a large uncertainty that loomed. "What of Horilka, will he be in attendance tonight as well?" "Unlikely. Word is they had business out of state yesterday. Doubt Horilka has returned." "Of course.." "I don't like it any more than you do." The street light lit green; allowing for him to drive once more. "This Horilka, you nor I have yet to meet.." "You're as suspicious of them as I?" "A perceived ally that is faceless is as in question as that of an unknown enemy." "How do you figure?" "Intent Vodka," replied Gin who briefly glanced his way. "Until you can figure ones goals can you really assume someone to be in line with one's own ambitions?" "Fair point. Time will tell." "Yes, I suppose it will." Gin agreed. ... Had the time really come? Would this night mark the end of the mystery behind the spread of Scarecrow's poisonous toxin? This was Damian's hope. By the minute those gathering for the show continued to pour in through the main entrance. Surveying the crowd he was surprised not to find him walking among the larger group. "Where is he?" Hoping to answer that very question Damian pressed down on his communications ear piece. "Father no sign of Drake; he should have arrived by now." "There has been a change in approach," Batman radioed. "You'll be working the floor alone." "What?" "I got Tim hired in as one of the extras for the show, putting a set of eyes backstage." "Drake serving in as a henchman who will no doubt amount to nothing but fodder in tonight's act.. almost too suiting," said Damian taking a jab. "Remember if you see anything, report," Batman instructed. "Don't engage. Given the hit you took on that ship, I'd rather limit your activity for the time being." "Where are you now?" "A building north-east of the theater, I'll remain here for the time being." "Anything strange or out of the ordinary since you'v-" "Damian-kun! You're here too?!" Damian sighed. "Gotta go, I'll keep in touch." Turning from the pole he stood beside he was greeted by Ayumi. "Of course you would be at a function such as this." "Are you here alone?" asked Ayumi. ".. I suppose. And what of you, surely you've been accompanied by your parents?" He would soon spot the others. "Well, it appears the Detective Boys are fully assembled." "Damian-kun, you actually came!" Mitsuhiko was thrilled. "What a surprise," Genta added as they too gathered before him. "I heard you got hospitalized after what happened on that ship." "How do you feel?" asked Ayumi. Damian responded by giving the trio a thumbs up. "Good as new?" "I attempted to reach you a number of times," Mitsuhiko revealed. "When did you finally awaken?" "Earlier today." "Wow, so you were knocked out for over twenty four hours?" Genta was shocked. "Don't you think it is too soon to be up and about?" Mitsuhiko questioned. "You should be at home resting." "I appreciate your concerns of my health status, I assure you I am perfectly functional," replied Damian who was looking to slightly shift the subject. "Think back Tsuburaya to the night of the cruise, what do you remember in the passing moments right after the explosion?" "I.. I can't really remember." Damian's eyes flickered. "Come, surely there is something you recall..?" Mitsuhiko shook his head. "Just like the majority of everyone else I freaked and took cover." "The majority? Did you notice anyone at the time not at all frazzled by what conspired?" "..Well there was Heiji-san who didn't seem all that fazed by wha-" Mitsuhiko would be cut off by the arrival of Ai, Conan, and Dr. Agasa. "Never expected you'd be here," Conan said upon spotting Damian. "What are you guys talking about?" "Don't let us interrupt," spoke Haibara sarcastically. In the click of a second Conan's phone began to ring, he pulled it from his pocket with such efficiency that one would assume he was expecting to get a call. "Hey, you here already?.. Where at?" Haibara crossed her arms as she looked to Conan in a suspicious matter. "He didn't mention anything about meeting someone here." "Oh kay, I'm on my way now." Motioning his phone down to his side Conan waved to his friends as he took off. "Be back soon, I'll meet you guys in the stands!" "Where is he going?" Ayumi wondered. "I dunno," Genta admitted. "I guess I'll be ejecting myself from the equation as well, there's a matter I must attend to," said Damian as he turned to walk. "See you bunch around." ... Stepping around those who were actively at work backstage like himself, Tim dropped eye to the watch on his wrist. "Twenty minutes until show time. I imagine that is also when whoever is pulling the strings will make their move. That isn't much time." The missing crate from the Sunshine ship that had props that were to be used for this showing, there has to be a connection? If there was one to find he would not let its mystery evade him. As he neared the end of the hall Tim stopped after feeling the vibration of his phone. "Glad to hear from you Alfred." "I take it your overseas journey has been one of delight thus far?" "More or less, a change in pace and scenery once in a while is quite refreshing." "Stellar to hear young man. I call not just to check on your wellbeing: the names you enquired for me to run a search on is now complete." "Anything incriminating?" "Quite the opposite actually. Everyone checks out, not a single person I wouldn't elect for the prize of a model citizen." "Looks as if I'll direct my investigation elsewhere. Appreciate the update." "It was my pleasure. Good luck, and if there is anything else you may need or just want a chat for the sake of passing time I'm just a couple of digits away." "Dually noted, thanks Alfred." With the acquired information that narrowed the window of suspects that much more. "The cast and crew are for the most part cleared. This scheme is either going to be orchestrated by an outsider or someone who plans to attend the show. Can't completely rule out the possibility of someone on set being involved, but at the very least no one-" "You there! Mind helping with transportation of these to the wardrobe closet?" asked a masked man to peek his head out from one of the rooms. Nodding Tim accepted. "I'll be right there." Closing the gap there was no mistaking what their role would be in the show. "You.. that suit, you're going to be playing Kamen Yaiba." "Right you are my boy, here." The masked man would then go on to hand him two boxes before grabbing hold of a set himself. "Right this way, the destination is just down the hall." "After you," Tim granted finding position behind him as the two began walking. "This your first time strapping up as a masked hero?" "From night to day, from the dark depths of the ocean to the beaming light of the surface, a complete one eighty of the wheel if you will." His response, it was cryptic as much as it was symbolic. "Let me guess, you typically take on the role of the big bad?" Tim assumed. "Clever one you are. A shift in role gives you.. how should I say, an enhanced perspective through the lens from the other side." The two stopped soon thereafter. "Here we are." Pushing through the two would set the stack of boxes in front of the wardrobe dresser. "Anything else you need help with?" Tim asked as the two exited the room. "Actually, yes.. there is something. Stay tune for the show, pay close attention for I have no doubt the fireworks will put a smile not only on yours but everyone who is lucky to attend faces." Tim nodded. "That's all we can strive to accomplish." "Well then, I must be going. Catch you around kid." From there he pressed on. "What an interesting man." ... Arriving at one of the secondary entrances he spotted him right where he said he would be. "Hattori, glad you were able to make it on such short notice," Conan said greeting his friend and ally. "Well you did say it was important," Heiji felt the need to say. "Must be a pretty big case if you elected to call me up. You said this whole thing might be linked to what occurred on the Sunshine ship I was aboard two nights ago? What did you mean by that?" "I guess I should start from the beginning huh?" "Story time it is." ... Batman observed who went in and out from his chosen position. Activity around the surrounding locations was accounted for as well. Of everything there was something that specifically grabbed his attention. "For a theater even there is an unusual amount of police patrol vehicles. It's almost like they're here on standby.. for what?" He counted off at least six of them within a block radius. Nothing else gravitated attention. Minutes passed since he had communicated with someone on the inside. "Robin, update." No response came. "Robin?" "Everything and everyone seems to check out. Haven't found or noticed anything unusual," Damian reported. "Stay vigilant, they'll make a move soon enough." "And when they do I'll-" "You'll report to me," interjected Batman. "Stick to the plan." "Loud and clear." ... Everything now made sense. "The episode of that poisonous gas, Fun Entertainment Inc., that abandoned house you mentioned, the deck of cards, the expired milk, the Kamen Yaiba receipt for this show, the Sunshine, and the package that went missing two nights ago on the cruise ship.. it is crazy to think that everything is tied together." Heiji was astonished. "You feel differently?" Conan asked. "No, but.. there's one element of everything that bothers me." Heiji looked him deep in the eyes. "The deck of cards," the two spoke at once. "What is their relevance to all of this?" Heiji wondered. "And the absence of at least one joker in the deck, was it intentional?" Conan was just as at a loss. "One thing is for sure whoever was in that house wanted that deck of playing cards to be discovered, this was no accident." Heiji was certain of that. "The question is; what are they trying to tell us?" "Kudo, you mentioned detective Sato was closely tied to this case. Is she here tonight as well?" "She is," Conan confirmed. "If I'm not mistaken she's currently stationed out by the lot." "How'd you get her to tag along?" "I called giving her all the details I had learned to this point." Conan grinned. "Of course; giving my best impression of the old man." Placing his hands to the edge of his pockets Heiji took a step. "How do you want to play this Kudo?" "Well we don't exactly know who we're looking for so we'll need to cover as much space as possible. Detective Sato and a few stationed officers have the outside perimeter accounted for, Haibara and the others have the theater room." "Which leaves everything out here for you and I, got it." "Anyone could be a suspect." "We'll cover more ground if we split.. say we meet back at this spot in ten?" Conan nodded. "I'll see you then." Saying no more the two would part ways. "Time to put this one to bed." ... Now seated in the stands along Professor Agasa the Detective Boys happily awaited the beginning of the show. "Almost all of the seats are filled, the show must be starting soon," Ayumi figured. "How much time is left?" asked Genta. "Fifteen minutes," Mitsuhiko responded after checking his watch. "I'm sure it will be a great show." Hiroshi looked to Ai, noting a concern that appeared to be present upon her face. "What seems to be bothering you?" "He should have been here by now," Haibara replied. Pushing forward she dropped down from her seat. "Have you tried calling him?" "I did. Either his phone is dead or he is busy." "Do you think something is wrong?" "I don't suspect so," Haibara replied before choosing to walk. "Hopefully it's just that he got caught up in something. I'll return shortly." Pressing up the aisle towards the exit Haibara crossed a woman dressed as a clown who held out a basket of cotton candy. "Hello there little one, would you like a delicious sweetie?" Starring up she blinked. "No thanks." After exiting the theater she attempted to call him once more. As before no response came. "Why aren't you answering?" The question now, where to look? She moved forward with no true sense of direction, maneuvering around those who were heading in the opposite direction of herself. She stopped after reaching the center of the room. Shifting focus from one side to the other there was no sign of Conan. "Shinichi where are y.." Bringing eye to the black dress, all seemed to freeze. The wave of her long hair flashing off to the side to reveal her face, the heart pumped as if to keep pace with a live band. ".. Vermouth." Fear was at peeks edge. Of all places, why here.. why now? In the process of gathering herself the evolving door of bad news only got worse. Vermouth stood with not a move to make would be joined by the duo of both Vodka and Gin. The three would exchange a relay of words before beginning to walk in her direction. No more doubt, no more uncertainty, she had to make a move. Looking right Haibara caught eye of a food cart. Breaking free of her stone stance she raced over, lifting the hanging cloth she took position on the bottom shelf. Her heart continued to race in panic. Had they seen her? Would they pursue after her? Those thoughts and more circulated through her mind as three familiar voices carried from the outside. "Enough about last months failed attempt, I care only to hear about what tonight is to bring," Gin voiced. "A shared sentiment," Vermouth replied. "Tonight's exchange will give us.. how should I say, another tool to play with in our already growing box of lethal weaponry." "You spoke little of this, 'weapon', when you initially informed us of this gathering," Vodka felt the need to say. "Now that we're here I'd like to-" Vermouth raised a hand, in turn cutting him off. "In due time." She managed a smile. "Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise now would we?" "Well if you won't speak on that matter, how bout this.. Horilka," Vodka began. "I take it you've had the honor of meeting our new.. associate?" Locked in tight position below; Haibara's eyes widened. "Horilka.. a new member?" "Tell me, what's this guy like? Can he be trusted with the given assignment?" asked Vodka pressing for more. Brushing a strand of hair away from her left eye Vermouth responded. "What brings you to the assumption that Horilka is a 'man'?" Following her words the sound of approaching footsteps was heard. From what Haibara could make out there was at least two people. "What now?" Shortly after there would be a new voice to speak. "Hopefully we haven't kept you waiting long." "Not at all," Vermouth assured. "Nalban, grab the cart," one would instruct to another. "Yah.. sure." "Hey, you ok? You don't look so well." "Just a little.." Nalban coughed, wiping a sweat ball from his forehead. "Headache. Nothing a little water won't fix for the time being." "You can get some shortly," the other spoke before shinning attention back on the subjects. "Right this way, the room where the meeting is-" "I know where it is," Vermouth cut off. "I handpicked the spot myself." She wasted no time in taking lead. Before Haibara had the chance to gather what was happening the food cart she had chosen to hide beneath began to move, a moment that brought realization finding place there may prove to be a costly mistake. ... Damian had made his rounds left and right throughout the facility. There was not one person that called for suspicion. It then occurred to him, perhaps he wasn't focused on the right thing. "There's something we're missing.. but what?" Damian was growing frustrated by the minute. "I wish I knew what it was we were looking for." Damian heard the swing of a secured door from the side. A man came barging out; locked in a heated discussion over the phone. "Alert me when you find Kirshmeh Yomodo, we have less than ten minutes before show time, we need him backstage right awa-" The man paused after bumping into someone. Looking down he spotted a young man. "Watch your step kid." "My apologies," replied Damian as he watched him continued onward. "Oh, and thanks for the card." Damian then walked to the door the man had exited, swiping the security card he was granted entry. Damian casually walked down the narrow hall, careful not to bump into the many people who were moving about. Clearly last minute preparations were in order for the big show. Progressing halfway down the walked path there was one question that came to mind. "Where's Drake? I thought for sure he'd be back here somewher-" Hearing a sudden sound from behind a door he had reached Damian stopped. "What was that?" Reaching for the door knob he found it to be locked. "Of course." "Damian?" "Drake," replied Damian who turned to face him. "It was only a matter of time before I found you." "How did you even get back here? This is a secure location." Damian shrugged. "It wasn't hard to swipe a card off of-" he stopped in the middle of speaking. "What's wrong?" "This door, I keep hearing something," Damian said bringing attention back to it. "Do you know what is on the other side?" "It's just a storage closet," Tim answered before stepping forward. "What exactly did you hea-" Just like before the noise was heard for a third time. "Sounds like a person," Damian took note of. "Yea, a person who is struggling," added Tim. "We need to get this door open, stand back." "Hey, what are you two doing over there?" Someone called from a distance away. Ignoring the spoken Tim took a step back before launching forward with a flying kick. With the door now open the two glanced down to find a man bound by his wrists and ankles; stripped down to his underwear and socks. "Clearly he's not much for fashion," Damian spoke in reference to his green colored underwear with pink poke dots, in addition with his black and yellow stripe socks. Stepping in Tim dropped to a knee before removing the tape from his mouth. "You ok?" "They came, I tried to stop them, but.. but I was overpowered! They took my clothes, tied me up, and gagged me, before shooting me with some kind of spray! Next thing I know I woke up in here!" "Wait, slow down," Tim said calmly placing a hand upon his shoulder. "Want to start off by telling me your name." "Yomodo.. Yomodo Kirshmeh," he responded. "I heard that guy mention him over the phone just a minute ago," Damian recalled. "Kirshmeh Yomodo." Tim brought a hand to chin, clearly with something on mind. "Drake, what's going on?" Damian asked. "Mr. Yomodo, you're scheduled to be playing as Kamen Yaiba in the show, yes?" Tim asked as he cut him free of the rope. Kirshmeh gave confirmation by nodding. "That is so." "When do you suspect the time was when you were attacked?" "Well, I came too at least ten minutes ago.. so thirty to forty minutes, give or take?" "That means," Tim's eyes bolded, he wasted no time in leaping back to his feet. "The man in the Kamen Yaiba suit I encountered before must be the one behind this." Tim took off in a hurry. "Drake, what's going on?!" Damian called. "Follow me, we need to find Kamen Yaiba! The man behind the mask is our target." Damian couldn't hold back a grin, cracking his knuckles with growing anticipation. "We're so going to kick Kamen Yaiba's ass." ... The shrill of fear surfing through Haibara's body waved like a streak of electricity. The food cart had yet to halt. Where was she being taken? No one on the outside had spoken a word in over a minute. That would soon change. "We've stopped.." "Here we are." A sound, the ring of something.. keys? The cart began moving once more. If there was a conclusion to make it was that they were entering another room. Rolling for a couple feet more the door closing behind was heard. The cart pressed against something(a wall perhaps?) No further movement came. Listening to the path of their steps she could hear them strolling to the opposite side of the room from where she had been stationed. "Can't let this opportunity slip, if I stay here it will only be a matter of time before I'm discovered." Lifting the hanging cloth Haibara peeked out to find an opening, just a couple feet was a pile of stacked crates near the corner. Staying silent as possible she dropped to the ground, quietly crawling as she found position behind the wall of opportunity. Managing success Haibara exhaled in relief. "Gentlemen and the lone lady, so nice of you to join us here tonight! I take it you're ready for the exclusive?!" "Who is that?" This was not one of the individuals she had heard speak before. Focusing in, she spotted Gin, Vodka, and Vermouth. Standing across from them was two men in burgundy colored three piece suites and a third who wore a full body Kamen Yaiba outfit. "The money.. do you have it?" asked the individual in the Kamen Yaiba suit who placed his arms behind his back. "In a secure location," replied Vermouth. "How do I know-" "You promised a demonstration of this.. weapon," Vermouth interrupted. "You have my word the money will be in your possession if this product of yours brings satisfying results." "How about an appetizer?" Yaiba offered. "I don't know what kind of game you're attempting to pla-" Nalban began to giggle, prompting an immediate reaction from all in attendance. Vodka glared. "Something funny?" "Sorry, I.. I don't know what has come over me," Nalban responded before breaking out into tears of laughter. The look of promise that once filled Vermouth's face now turned to that of someone losing patience. "I am not amused." Nalban dropped to his knees as the laughs intensified to hysterical proportions. Tossing his jacket off and removing his tie Nalban dropped to his back, reaching for his neck as if to gasp for air. "Nalban, get ahold of yourself!" The other man dropped to a knee to check on him. There was now an almost calculative look to find upon Gin's face. "The hell is wrong with him?" Haibara looked on, terrified just as much as she was uncertain. The laughter would soon subside; the ending result leaving Nalban with bloodshot eyes and a lingering large smile across his lips. "Nalban, Nalban! Talk to me buddy. Are you ok?" Placing a hand upon Nalban's neck he made an alarming discovery, turning immediately to the man dressed as Kamen Yaiba. "Boss, he.. he's dead!" "Rest his soul," replied Kamen Yaiba who pulled a gun and shot him right in between the eyes. He fell to the ground next to Nalban, a stream of blood rushing for escape like a park fountain. Vodka who had seen enough reached for his gun only to have Yaiba strike first. "Don't bother," stated Kamen Yaiba who now pointed his weapon at Gin who casually stood with his arms stashed in his pocket. "Or else Tarzan meets James Bond here will be the next used piñata to hit the pavement in delicious fashion tonight." Hesitating, Vodka would be prompted by a direct order. "Do as he says Vodka, whatever advantage he thinks he has he'll soon come to realize is a mere mirage," Vermouth stated. Gin was less than concerned by the current circumstance. "Stand down partner." Grunting in disagreement Vodka finally complied. Still holding the firearm firm in hand the gunman began to laugh. Vermouth was now on teeters edge of losing her patience. "I'm going to ask you something Mr. Yaiba, and I'm only going to ask it once." Haibara watched on anxiously, there was no telling what would happen next in the revolving events of the unexpected that lead to this point. "Oh dear beautiful goldilocks who jumped from the pages of the fairy tale itself, no need to be so formal." Using his free hand he pulled the helmet from atop his head to reveal his true face; a face which brought shock to all. "Call me, JOKER." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 35 Mystery of the Letter The message had been mapped out in full; every written character looked over in assurance it was right in place. The message was clear.. decisive. Happy with the results Kaito sealed the envelope before turning for the door. Taking a sip of the cup of tea in hand Kaito sported that snarky smirk of his. He stopped halfway across the room. Its title in bold across the bottom of the TV screen; 'Breaking: Kaito Kid's latest challenge'. An immediate spatter of the liquid in hold occurred. "What?!" Hearing the commotion from across the room Konosuke hurried over. "Young Master what has caused the uproar in..?" Laying eye on the TV Konosuke realized the cause in reaction. "Oh dear, it would appear Suzuki-sama has received another letter from Kaitou Kid.." "Except I have yet to send him my latest note, meaning.." "Meaning someone else sent the note posing as you.. it leaves one to enquire, who?" "The Royal Flush Gang," Kaito muttered under breath. …. A public park; that was the chosen location for their meet. Thirty minutes passed since receiving the message, if all went according to plan he would soon arrive. Scouring the area he spotted him closing in from a distance. "Right on schedule." Damian was pleased to greet him. Standing from where he sat at bench side he strolled over. "Good to see you father." "Glad to see you're up and functioning. How do you feel?" Bruce asked in response. "I'll survive. I was surprised by the news of you traveling here," Damian admitted. "How long do you foresee your stay?" "Until this matter is resolved. Whoever is behind this there is no mistaking that their endgame is near." "What makes you so sure of that?" "The evidence." "If you've come to such a conclusion I can only assume more evidence was gathered since my unintended leave." "We have a lot to discuss." "No need to keep me waiting." "Not here," Bruce spoke in response. "We'll go over everything once we get to the train station." Damian was puzzled. "What's at the train station?" "Tim just wrapped up his initial meet with Mr. Suzuki and is now headed our way by train. I'd like for him to be present before we commence." Damian shrugged. "Then it will be so." "Come," said Bruce taking lead. "We have a case to solve." …. Conan stood to the side, patiently awaiting any information Haibara could pull possibly linking the missing chains in the mystery at hand. In the drift of it all his mind trailed back to the collected evidence at the station. "The mystery house, expired milk, the receipt, and the deck of playing cards.. then there is the Sunshine ship and the captain himself, Aldor-sama. Aldor and Sunshine put together marks one of the names found on the list of suspects in Sato-sans investigation, and also the name that was registered as the owner of the searched house." He paused for a short time. "The question now, outside of name coincidence how does the crumbs of evidence found in that house tie to Captain Aldor and his ship?" Fortunately an answer might come sooner rather than later. "It looks like I might have something," alerted Haibara. Conan who was hopeful strolled over to her side. "I knew I could count on you. What did you find?" "The Sunshine was more than just a cruise for those looking for a sightseeing adventure." "How do you mean?" "Its other use was for transportation goods for notable companies," informed Haibara. "Believe it or not this was the case the night of the incident. They were to be exported from the ships luggage room following the conclusion of the cruise. Want to take a guess as to who had some merchandise on the Sunshine?" "Fun Entertainment Inc." Haibara nodded in confirmation. "And let me guess that wasn't the first time F.E.I. had product being delivered from the Sunshine.." "Two for two Sherlock," replied Haibara. Her eyes shifted back to the screen. "Transactions confirm just that." "Where was the eventual destination for the products that belonged to Fun Entertainment Inc?" "A studio here in Tokyo." "And did they arrive?" "There were twenty eight crates on the ship that were tagged as Fun Entertainment merch, all but one were still aboard the ship once authorities assessed the damages on the ship." "The single missing crate must have gone overboard after the explosion." "I thought so at first, at least until what I discovered what was missing among everything." "Now this I have to hear." Smiling as she turned in seat Haibara waved him in. "Here, why don't you take a look for yourself detective." Laying eyes on the screen himself Conan mustered a grin of his own. ".. It's as I thought, there is a connection after all. The missing crate.. maybe it's disappearance isn't due to the explosion at all." ... 'Ring in the bell. On noon brings your coming Year.. And Lit bring the FLame i find Under the years past greatS. Game is Now in play, may the Anointed one strike at midnight to !Grasp the tusks of the beast at the step of our first meet?' Kaito studied over the message carefully, taking each word as a smaller piece to a larger puzzle. What was before a seeming certainty was now becoming a doubt in belief. Konosuke could see the shift upon his face. "What seems to be the problem?" "The letter.. something is off," Kaito noted. "How do you mean?" "Ignore the message as a whole and merrily pay attention to the capitalized letters." "And you end up with?" "R..O..Y..A..L..F..L..U..S..G..N..A..G," Kaito read off. "If this was in fact a riddle mapped up by the Royal Flush Gang there are two errors in this design. There is a missing 'h' that should follow the 's'. Secondly the 'n' and 'a' in GANG were swapped in order." "Two letters switched and a missing one altogether. Strange indeed." Konosuke took a second to contemplate. "Do you believe an accident was made?" "They would have had plenty of time to proof read, I don't think that's the case we are dealing with," replied Kaito. "The makeup of it all was intentional, I have no doubt about that." "The Royal Flush Gang, you still believe they are the handlers of this.. riddle of sorts?" "My mind says so, but my gut.. we could be dealing with someone altogether. Someone who wants me to believe this is the Royal Flush Gang" Konosuke was surprised. "And who do you suppose that may be?" "Only way to determine that is to decipher this message, not just the mystery of the capital letters but the package as a whole," Kaito responded. "Everything we need to uncover the truth is right here." ... They had been sitting in wait for approximately ten minutes. Damian's eyes flashed down at his watch, growing impatient with every passing minute. "He should have been here by now." "He'll turn up any moment now," Bruce assured. The next train came strolling in shortly after, docking into place as all passengers exited out. Sure enough he came trotting along, putting an end to the wait. "It's about time Drake," Damian remarked. "Good to see you too," Tim replied before looking to Bruce. "So now that we're all here are you going to give us a rundown on how you want to proceed?" Standing up from the bench Bruce pressed forward. "Walk with me." Sharing a brief glance both Tim and Damian did what was instructed. "How did your first meeting with Mr. Suzuki go?" "He was skeptical of me initially, expectedly. Think I won him over in the end," Tim replied. "And your discussions in regards to catching Kid?" "We didn't get that far. The makeup of our conversations was focused on Kaitou Kid's latest message." "Latest message..?" "Mr. Suzuki received another letter from Kid within the last couple hours," Tim informed. "You were still aboard the plane during the broadcast." Damian's curiosity had been sparked. "What was the content of the written?" Pulling from his pocket was a folded piece of paper. "Here, I have a copy of it if you would like to take a look." Damian took the paper in hand before reading off what was written. "Ring in the bell. On noon brings your coming Year.. And Lit bring the FLame i find Under the years past greatS. Game is Now in play, may the Anointed one strike at midnight to !Grasp the tusks of the beast at the step of our first meet?" "If you pay attention strictly to the capitalized letters you end up with; R, O, Y, A, L, F, L, U, S, G, N, A, G," Tim noted. "Nothing but a clutter of gibberish." That was Damian's take on it. "Only because the message wasn't meant for us," Tim spoke in response. "It's tailored for a specific set of eyes. It's our job to decipher what that message is." "Don't you mean yours? Last I checked you were the one assigned to deal with the clown thief," reminded Damian. "Damian let me take a look at that." Bruce took a number of seconds to analyze the message himself. "So what do you think?" inquired Tim. "ROYAL FLUS GNAG seems to be how the message lines out," Bruce noted. "Few spelling errors. If this guy was trying to send a love letter to the Royal Flush Gang he certainly gave a lack luster performance," Damian made note of. "That night with Riddler, you did say Kaitou Kid was caught in a clash with the Royal Flush on some level," Tim referred back to. "The complete makeup of their encounter is still a mystery," Bruce said. "The only link to speak of is the Revenant Statues. There is a common interest in collecting each from the pack. For what purpose is still yet to be determined." "You think this is Kid's way of calling out to him?" Tim questioned. Many silent filled moments would go by. "Bruce?" "On the night of the encounter Kaitou Kid was evading the Royal Flush Gang, it was them who were more or less in pursuit of him." "Then that would mean.. you're right," Tim realized. "Why then would Kid want to reach out to them through a note given to Mr. Suzuki, that is of course if the capitalized letters are in fact referring to the Flush Gang." "If we are to take that detail into account, then perhaps we should consider the possibility it wasn't Kaitou Kid who sent the letter to Mr. Suzuki," Damian suggested. "But rather the Royal Flush themselves." "Unlikely," Bruce responded. "Letters and riddles aren't their m'o, furthermore they wouldn't risk the chance of someone catching onto their activities." "This could be their way of contacting him," Damian said. "I mean, it's not like they have his number." "There are many methods they could use to gain his attention that are far more discrete," Bruce replied. "And as I said before such a move would be out of character for them." "Either way, if we are to assume the Royal Flush Gang have some interest in Kid there is no doubt they'll make a move soon." "We get Kaitou Kid, we'll have them as well," Tim said. "Well, at least that's the plan. Obviously, that isn't top priority." "Crane's toxin," Damian grunted. "So what's the plan boss?" asked Tim who looked to his mentor. "We've been largely reactionary up until now, tonight we're going to take a more assertive approach," Bruce stated. "Bout time." Damian was pleased. "Regarding the events of the Sunshine ship, we know Harley Quinn along with an unknown accomplice seized control of the materials needed to create the toxin," Bruce ran down. "Obviously Quinn is involved somehow, but I'm strained to believe she is the mastermind behind what has conspired." Damian stumped. "To be honest I'm surprised she would even involve herself in a scheme like this," Tim said. "I can't quite put my hand on it, but something feels off about it all." "Outside of the toxic materials there was another container that was taken from the ship when Harley departed," Bruce brought to light. "Do we know what it was?" asked Damian as they continued to walk. "According to the ships log of luggage what lied in that particular container was two props and a suit," Bruce informed. "Both which were to be used in a live performance tonight." "For what?" "A Kamen Yaiba show," Bruce revealed. "Kamen Yaiba.. what's that?" Tim enquired. "Yaiba is a fictional hero who brings doom to all wrongdoers," Damian informed. "And don't bother asking me how I know that." "Don't see how that connects at all, at least not in hindsight. Why steal apparel for a show such as that unless.." "Unless that Kamen Yaiba show stacks in their plan in some capacity," Bruce said. "I would imagine it wouldn't be hard to get your hands on duplicates of basic Kamen Yaiba accessories," Damian noted. "Keeping that in mind it does raise the question of why Quinn took the package that was on board." "To leave a message." Bruce seemed sure of this. "Harley isn't the one behind this. She's clearly working with someone; their motive.. the end game, I believe it comes full circle tonight." "Whatever it is we'd best figure out what that is before they pull the trigger," Tim said. "I fear for the ramifications if we don't." "That won't happen," Bruce stated. "We'll stop them, we always do," Damian added with just as much confidence. "On the flip side tonight will knock another tally off of my bucket list." Tim's interest was piqued. "Oh ya, and what's that?" Damian looked to him as to respond with a hint of sarcasm. "I get to attend my first Kamen Yaiba show." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 34 One Clue Closer The miniature dragon statue sat upon the table stone still, not even the slightest motion to be made.. its eyes aligned with his own. Without even realizing a grin slid into place across Kaito's lips. Konosuke noticed from his position near. "Young Master..?" Sliding back in the chair he was seated, Kaito stood to his feet. "It's time." Konosuke looked to him in questioning fashion. "Really, so soon?" "Yes, the sooner contact is made the better," Kaito who rubbed his hands together stated as he faced his comrade. "Time to send the old man the message; and in affect we'll catch ear of our true target." …. It was nothing but silence. Jirokichi fully embraced this. Laid out upon his desk was a file containing the details of the last sighting of Katiou Kid. Even after reading through it a number of times he couldn't help but feel like something was missing. "Of everything that happened, something doesn't add up." Jirokichi paused, all irregularities streaming through his mind. "For starters it is unlike Kid not to have a following message after a completed heist, even with that debacle involving that Riddler maniac. No written notice.. and the stolen item has yet to be returned, yes, that revenant statue. There is more going on than any of us realize." Jirokichi leaned back where seated with a single though sitting at the center of mind. "What is it.. what is your next move going to be Kid? Just how deep does it go?" All thought would be withered away by the sound of the door swinging open across the room. "What is it?" "Suzuki-sama, there is something you need to see! You've just received a letter, it's addressed from Kid." "Kid.. Kaitou Kid?!" exclaimed Jirokichi. The woman standing in the doorway nodded in confirmation. "There was also a note attached to the envelope. Here he requests that you broadcast the contents of the note inside not only locally.. but internationally." This bit of information caught Jirokichi by surprise. "Internationality?! What purpose would that serve?" "That is just as much of a question for you as it is for me." Jirokichi stood up before stepping around his desk. "Ok Kid if you want to play a little game you can count me in." "What will you do now?" asked the woman. Coming in range after a couple more steps Jirokichi took hold of the envelope. "It's time to get everything set up. If Kaitou Kid was an international broadcast, we're going to give it to him." "Giving into his request?" she was surprised. "To beat him is to first play his game. He'll have a misstep," a smiling Jirokichi noted. He was confident in the possibility. "When he does I'll be there to capitalize." … Haibara faced him, surprised by the words to leave his mouth. "You're coming?" "I am," confirmed Conan. "See, I told you he would! None of you believed me!" shouted Genta who felt the need to point out. "Wherever the case takes me," murmured Conan under his breath. Haibara vaguely heard his words. "What's that?" "Alright everyone, the smoothies are ready!" Hiroshi waved from kitchen side. Ayumi, Genta, and Mitsuhiko wasted little time in answering the call while Haibara and Conan hung back. "What happened at the station? I take it your visit there has some barring to your decision to tag along for the Kamen Yaiba show tonight?" Conan nodded. "It does, just a small piece in the larger puzzle." "How do you figure?" "The house that Sato-san investigated regarding the fear toxin case, while it didn't turn up an actual person like she was expecting, there were materials left for her to find," Conan conveyed. Haibara was growing suspicious. "Left for her to find? Were these items you speak of elaborately placed for her to find?" "My intuition would say." "But why?" "That part I have yet to completely decipher." "Fill me in, what was found at that house?" "Two things of notoriety; a jug of milk and a receipt," relayed Conan. "Not what I was expecting." "The receipt in question was for a Kamen Yaiba live show, the one scheduled for tonight." "You don't say." "The milk in question had an expiration date that also falls on today, coincidence? I think not." "You didn't consider the possibility?" "Doubtful. The way Sato-san described the inside of the house was a scene of well-placed clues," Conan explained. "Someone wanted that place to be found, their message to be heard." "And why do you suppose?" "That's the question to behold. Whatever it may be we have until tonight to figure it out," Conan said. "Whatever this person has been planning is going to take full form tonight. I'm almost certain of that." "What of Captain Aldor and the Sunshine? They must tie into all of this is some kind of way, yes?" "That's what I've been thinking about ever since I left the station earlier." Conan took a deep breath. Tilting he placed his arms behind his head. "There has to be a connection between it all; the toxin, the Sunshine ship, that house officer Sato searched, and Fun Entertainment Inc." Subconsciously Conan leaned his head slightly forward, trotting a hand to chin there was one idea that came to mind he had yet to consider until this point. "Could it be?" Haibara could see the increase in focus. "Have you figured something out?" "The theme of this case, the scattered clues that seem almost symbolic of something larger," Conan began. "It all feels reminiscent of the Riddler.. but." "But?" "None of this seems connected to what happened on that night." "You've concluded that someone else is behind this?" "Or several," Conan noted. "There's an obvious agenda. Whatever the end game, I suspect it is near." "If we are to take your most recent findings into account today is when the line ends; we need to unravel the truth." Haibara turned for the other side of the room. "You have something in mind?" "I'm going to do a cross-reference between all elements of this case," replied Haibara. "With any luck perhaps we'll bridge the missing link to the puzzle." Conan trailed in her steps towards the computer. "In the end one truth will prevail." ….. Jirokichi stepped down from the podium after conveying the message Kaitou Kid had written to him. Cameras continued to roll, lights flashing as a number of reporters sought for questions after his press release. Smiling Jirokichi merrily waved and smiled upon his departure. It didn't take long for him to evade the larger crowd, after doing so he brought eyes to the note in hand once more, reading over its cryptic message once more. 'Ring in the bell. On noon brings your coming Year.. And Lit bring the FLame i find Under the years past greatS. Game is Now in play, may the Anointed one strike at midnight to !Grasp the tusks of the beast at the step of our first meet?' Jirokichi balled up his free hand. "It's all gibberish.. it, it makes no sense. Just what is Kid trying to say?" He would soon arrive back in his office where he would eye over the details once more. Like before he made little sense of the written. Jirokichi was growing more agitated by the minute. In the fluctuation of it all someone else stepped into the room. "Your expected guest has finally arrived." It was the same woman from earlier. "My expected guest.. oh yes, that's right." Jirokichi stood to his feet. "Send them on in Miare-san." "He's already here." Miare motioned off to the side to reveal the visitor. Jirokichi was surprised to find who walked through. It was a young man who wore a backwards baseball cap and who was in casual street clothes, a foreigner at that. Jirokich blinked, a puzzled look settling in across his face. "And you are?" "The pleasure is mine Suzuki-sama," replied the man who held out his hand as he approached. His voice was soft in pitch. "I was sent by Bruce Wayne to help in a collaboration to track down and bring in the famous Kaitou Kid." Hesitant, Jirokichi shook his hand. "Well uh.. welcome aboard." "Thanks. I look forward to giving my input on the matter. I heard you speaking over the radio on my way here about Kaitou Kid's latest message that was sent. Is that it in your hand there?" "It is," confirmed Jirokichi. "May I?" "Well of course." He handed him the slip of paper. Jirokichi watched in silence as he read over the note himself. "A boy? Wayne sent a boy? He can't be any older than a high school attendee. Hmph, it would appear he isn't taking this matter as serious as I would have hoped," Jirokichi mumbled under breath. "Heummm." The young man took a moment to look away from the slip of paper. "This message you received from the Kid Thief, was it any different in the way that you received it in comparison to previous messages you have received from him in the past?" Jirokichi blinked. ".. nothing in particular comes to mind. Why do you ask, is there some relevance?" "You're forgetting there was a note attached to the envelope sir," Miare reminded. "A note?" the young man questioned. "I had almost forgotten. Yes," confirmed Jirkochi confirmed. "It was a request; Kaitou Kid wanted his message to be broadcasted internationally." He looked to the piece of paper in hand once more, a grin now residing. "That's it. It all makes sense now. The message.. it was never meant for you Suzuki-sama, no, this calling is for another; someone outside of Japan." Jirokichi's eyes widened in shock. "What?! Are you sure of this?" "Not the slightest doubt," he replied. "The reason Kaitou wanted you to broadcast his message internationality is because you have the resources to do so. The person he is trying to reach clearly doesn't reside here, and if I had to take a guess I'd say Kaitou has no real legitimate means of contacting them directly or else he wouldn't have included you in all of this." "So that note, it wasn't for me?" "It never was, not really anyway" the young man replied before looking down at the note once more. "But I do know who the sought is." "Who?!" Jirokichi needed to know. Miare was most impressed. "Just who are you anyway?" "I'm the guy Bruce Wayne sent in to catch the Phantom Thief himself." Jirokichi chuckled. "That's not what she meant. Your name," Jirokichi clarified. "What's your name kid?" "Drake," he replied looking him in the eyes. "Tim Drake." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 33 Reinforcing Bird The sound of a band of passing motor cycles roared past the border of his conscious, bringing an expected reaction. Damian's eyes shot open, immediately motioning up from where he laid. It all came pouring in at once; the ship, the hanging man, Bane.. Harley Quinn! Only then did his realization kick in. "Where the hell am I?" The surroundings were unknown to him. One quick look around the room was all it took; the TV, the closest, the neatly folded towels sitting at the edge of the bed he sat upon, the screen door left of him leading to a balcony. "A hotel? What am I doing in a hotel? Furthermore, how did I end up here?" Damian made a move forward only to have a sharp pain shrill through his head. Reaching up he came to find a set of bandages wrapped in place. "Just how long was I out?" Surveying the room for a second time Damian locked eye on something on the nightstand left of him. "My phone." Little time was wasted in reaching for it. Turning it on he made an alarming discovery. "It's Sunday." He blinked, the fact of it sinking in. "I've been out for more than twenty four hours!" …. At long last it was all coming together. The picture that had been clouded with the unknown was gradually unraveling. The street light sprung green, giving the go ahead spark to press on. Conan sat in the backseat of the taxi, his mind going over every detail learned of the case up till this point. "Could this last bit of information be what leads to uncovering the truth?" Shifting, Conan looked out the window as the vehicle pressed onward. "Whatever the case; I need to figure this thing out as soon as possible." With a couple seconds more gliding by Conan the ring of his phone chimed to ear, raising it to eye he took note of who was calling. "It's Genta." He answered without hesitation. "Conan!" Genta spoke. "What's up?" "I talked to professor Agasa a few minutes ago; he said we're still on for the live Kamen Yaiba show tonight!" Genta happily conveyed. "You still coming?" A couple silent filled moments would pass before Conan would finally respond. "I don't know. I'm a bit occupied at the moment." "Come on, everyone else is coming," Genta argued. "It wouldn't be the same without you." "It's not a definite. If I get done what I need to, you can rest assured I will come as well." "Yahhh! Hey you guys, Conan is going to come as well!" Before Conan had the chance to speak any further the line between the two was cut. Rolling his eyes he leaned back in his seat. "Of course he told everyone I'm coming." A few moments was all it took for his mind to revert back to the ongoing task. "The toxin that arises fear, the wide spread victims of its cause, the small list of suspects, and Fun Entertainment Inc. It is all starting to come together." Looking out the window for a second time the Police Headquarters was now in view. They would soon arrive. After exiting the taxi Conan would trail Kogoro who took lead. "I don't know why you insisted on coming with me. Don't you have friends to hang with or something?" asked Kogoro who briefly glanced back at him. "They're all busy right now," Conan responded. "Of course they are," Kogoro muttered under breath. Neither spoke another word as they moved in past the entrance, that second bringing the most recent detail of the case to mind. "That ship Mitsuhiko was on two nights ago, he called it the 'Sunshine'. He also told me the ship's captain was named 'Aldor'. Together the two make Aldor Sunshine, one of the suspicious names that was on Detective Sato's list for possible suspects in regards to the toxin outbreak. A suspect with that name was never located, hopefully the professor can dig up something useful on Captain Aldor Hirata's past and who knows, maybe we'll find he and the Sunshine are connected in all of this in some capacity." The truth of it all felt so near. ….. Over twenty four hours! What happened aboard the Sunshine? Yuriko, Nenjo, Bane, Harley.. the explosion; there was so much unaccounted for. Damian sought answers that he did not have. There was one person to reach out to in his mind, the last person he had spoken to before everything had fallen blank. "Grayson." With his phone still in hand Damian speed dialed his ally. The ring of the phone chimed. "Come on, answer." Just as he was to hang up Damian heard his voice splash into existence. "Welcome back sleeping beauty, enjoy your sleeping cruise?" Dick jokingly spoke. "I want answers! The ship, Bane.. what happened?" Damian got straight to the point. "Nice to talk to you too buddy." "I need to know what happened." "Ok, as you wish ole' great one," Dick said ready to get clarify for him what he sought. "As I'm sure you recall the last we spoke I conveyed to you the importance of getting off of that ship." "Vaguely." "I'm sure you have figured there was a good reason for that." "The soreness of my head can confirm." "The ship you were on, the Sunshine; it was hit by a single torpedo." Damian was shocked to learn this. "A torpedo?" "Yes, from a mini submarine that was submerged beneath the waves," Dick informed. "Now you're probably wondering who and why. While I can't entirely answer the who, I can give you the why. Harley Quinn." "And here I was thinking Bane was the one behind that little episode," admitted Damian. "There was one thing Harley wanted and one thing only." "Which was?" "The materials used to create Crane's fear gas. Once that was accomplished the submarine was called in at Harley's command," Dick revealed. "After a hole was created in the side of the ship from the explosion, Harley used that opportunity to jump out and enter the awaiting submarine. Not just her, but her accomplice as well." "Samuel Hamilton.." Damian hissed his name. "I should have known, the moment I crossed that kid in the hall unattended should have been a red flag. Though, all of this blows the door open with a number of questions. Why take the materials, what use would she have for it? Why the disguise and the entire act she put on?" "All great questions." "Then there is the submarine. No doubt that would make for not only a great exit but a stealthy one at that. Why instruct for a torpedo to be fired? She could have simply jumped overboard with what she obtained and took off. By the time any of us noticed she would have been long gone," Damian stated. "Why the destructive exit that would bring on unwanted attention? Unless.. unless she wanted the attention?" "One has to wonder." "Please tell me we at least have a lock on for where she is or might be?" Damian was hopeful. "Unfortunately her trail has gone cold after ghosting two nights ago." "Of course; and Bane?" "Double wham. The road to where he is or why he was on that cruise, well.. it is just as much of a mystery at this point." "Not what I was hoping to hear. What about Konya and the cook, Nenjo?" asked Damian shifting gears just a bit. "Once a backup ship was sent to retrieve everyone who still remained on the Sunshine; as you would imagine both were arrested and taken into custody once shore was reached." "Revenge led them down a bad path. What of that Oehi girl.. the lone victim to survive their attacks?" "Recovering just fine from what I've heard. When that torpedo hit you were the only one to take any real notable damage, everyone else walked out pretty ok. At least as ok as they could be with all that happened." "Finally some good news. You also mentioned that Rosetta Dellmara wasn't who she claimed to be," Damian brought up. "While I was on sleeping leave were you able to determine who she really is?" "Still a mystery," Dick replied. "Whoever she is, she is exceptional at covering her tracks. Either way that is not my task as of now. Bruce has taken over the case in full. With you being out he's been doing his best to try and locate not only the materials for the gas, but Quinn as well." "I would expect no less. Before reaching out to you I attempted to call him, if by any chance you cross him anytime soon there is something I want you to ask for me." Dicks response would come as a surprise. "Ask him yourself." "Excuse me?" "He's on his way there," Dick informed. "As a matter of fact he should be touching down in about an hour." "What?!" Damian was shocked. "He's coming here.. to Tokyo?!" "That's what I said," Dick confirmed. "Given the circumstances and your condition it only made sense for him to fly down." "And I suppose father is more up to date with the situation concerning Quinn and the missing materials?" "That would be accurate to say." ".. Hmm, then I'll save any further enquiries about the situation until his arrival." "I take it you have nothing further to ask?" "No.. that will be it for now Grayson. Your given input is well appreciated." "Guess I'll leave the rest to you three huh? Good luck with the mission. If you need anything else or just want to holler, give me a call." "Hold on, did you just say three?" "Excuse me?" "You said you would leave the rest to us three. There is father and I, who is the third?" asked Damian looking for clarification. "Oh that's right! Since you were out of commission there was no way you could have known. Anyway, Bruce sent someone to help collaborate with Mr. Suzuki on catching a certain thief, someone you know quite well I might add." "Suzuki..? As in Suzuki Jirokichi, the man who has failed to apprehend Kaitou Kid in how many attempts?" "Yep, that'd be the one," Dick confirmed. "We help him catch the prized thief and maybe, just maybe we can lure the Royal Flush gang out into the open all in one hit.Basically a buy one get one free kind of deal." "Would be a satisfying scenario," said Damian. "Who is it that farther sent as his voice to speak in aide of Mr. Suzuki's cause?" "Come on if he didn't send me, who do you think?" Damian's eyes narrowed. "So.. that's who he sent." … Police Head Quarters Conan stood with his eyes staring into the clear, not focused on anything particular. Every detail of it all ran through his mind, from the first case of the toxin all the way to the Sunshine ship Mitsuhiko had mentioned. "Detective Mouri." Both Conan and Kogoro turned just Miwako Sato panned into view. "Thank you for coming." It took all but a moment for Miwako to notice him. "And I see you brought Conan-kun with you." "He insisted," Kogoro felt the need to point out. Smiling, Conan waved up at her. Miwako did the same in turn. "Well, I hope the two of you haven't been waiting long." "Not at all, only a couple minutes," Kogoro said. "So tell me, what is it you wanted to discuss?" "I asked you here in regards to the case I've been working." "This be the one involving that poisonous toxin?" Miwako nodded giving confirmation. "Yes." "I figured that much." Kogoro was not in the least bit surprised. "I can only assume you have some new information to present on the matter?" "I do," confirmed Miwako who waved the two on. "Right this way." Conan curiously trotted behind. "Where are we going?" "To the evidence room," Miwako responded. Picking up in speed Kogoro managed to pace to her left side. "What do you say we review the details of case? You know, just to refresh my memory on everything you've collected." "Yes of course." Reaching into her jacket Miwako handed over a folder to Kogoro. "What's this?" "All the information we've gathered on this case up till this point; the effects of the toxin, the number of people affected, the locations where the toxin has hit, suspects, and possible destinations from where the toxin is being handled," Miwako ran down. "It is all there." Kogoro took a look over the written in hand. "Obviously there a number of victims who were affected by this toxin.. one which origin comes from across the globe, Gotham. Then there is the accumulated list of suspects based on who has been traveling in and out of Japan. There were twelve suspects in all, your list was narrowed down to only five; a Lonnie Machin, Aldor Sunshine, Tiasa Herman, Sukia Lemnai, and a Sandra Wu-San." Kogoro's focus dropped to one name in particular. "Of the five it was Aldor Sunshine who enticed you for further investigation." "That's right," said Miwako as the trio walked along. Kogoro continued. "It says here Sunshine-san works for a company known as Fun Entertainment Inc. So you visited that facility right?" "Yes, according to the online profile he operated out of room D-31." "And when you got there?" Miwako glanced back at him. "That is where things got interesting." "Can't wait to hear this." "There wasn't a room D-31. Just as Takagi-kun and I were to head back to the lobby to inquire about the room we heard a noise," Miwako revealed. "One that came from another room." "Let me guess, you investigated?" "We did." "And your findings?" "A purple box with a green bow on top." "Sounds like the find of the century. What was inside?" "While I could tell, I take it you would rather see it for yourself?" "You have it here?" Miwako who looked back at him for a second time nodded in confirmation. Shortly thereafter the three would reach the evidence room to be greeted by another. "Officer Sato," a man in uniform spoke. "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to collaborate with detective Mouri on my current case. If you don't mind could you fetch the box containing the case Z106 gathered evidence?" The young man nodded. "Well of course." Leaving he returned shortly with the sought box. Placing it on one of the many tables he stepped back "And here we are." Miwako nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you." With nothing more the officer marched on, leaving just the three of them. Kogoro inched closer to the table. "So, let's see it." Not wanting to drag it anymore Miwako placed on a pair of gloves before reaching in to pull out the purple box she had detailed in the rundown. "Here it is." After sliding on a set of gloves himself Kogoro accepted the box into hand. "This box, I can only imagine it was dusted for prints. Were there any findings?" "That would be a no. Whoever left that box there left no hint or indication to who they are." "You can say that again." Kogoro continued to look over the box when something unexpectedly popped out of it. "Gahhhaaah!" The box popped out of his hands as a laughing Miwako managed to catch it. "Surprise! It's a 'Jack in the Box'!" "Gee! A little warning next time would be nice," said Kogoro who collected himself. "And spare my chance that reaction I just witnessed? I wouldn't trade that for anything," Miwako fired back. Conan chuckled, clearly humored by the whole ordeal. Miwako would then go on to place the box upon the table. "Outside of that Fun Entertainment Inc. building that I visited there was also a house I checked out, one registered to an Aldor Sunshine here in Tokyo." "Detective Takagi mentioned this before," Conan recalled. "And your findings?" asked Kogoro getting straight to the point. "The outside of the house told a totally different story then what was found inside." "How do you mean?" Kogoro asked. "The lawn, the look of the plants even.. everything looked so well refined," Miwako explained. "Like someone was living there?" Kogoro concluded. "Yes." "And the inside?" "It was pretty much empty like.. like someone had recently packed and moved out," Miwako informed. "There was a single table throughout the entire one floor home. All cabinets and drawers were empty." "Ok, I get it. There wasn't much inside the house, but did you find anything?" Miwako nodded. Referring back to the evidence box she reached in and pulled out three different items; an empty milk jug, a single receipt, and a deck of paying cards that were sealed away inside a ziplock bag. "The receipt was found in a trash can beside the table, the jug of milk was found inside the fridge. It was the only item present," Miwako noted. "The jug is empty now, was there any milk inside when you initially discovered it?" asked Kogoro. "Filled right to the top," Miwako replied. Kogoro then turned attention to the receipt sitting upon the table. "A Kamen Yaiba show huh? Looks like it is a performance scheduled for tonight." Briefly glancing over the sealed deck of cards Kogoro looked back at Miwako. "And am I to assume all of these items have been analyzed for finger prints?" "They have. If there were any, they were wiped clean before any of these items fell in our possession." "Those cards, when you found them; were they stacked or scattered about?" "Neatly stacked." "I see.. Hhhmph. This leaves us at a crossroads of sorts. If there was a hint to uncovering who is behind the spread of that toxin.. well, it was wiped clean." Miwako nodded. "That seems to be the case." "I disagree." Both Kogoro and Miwako turned at the sound of Conan's voice to find him holding the receipt and milk jug in hand. "There is definitely a connection to be made." "What is this kid nagging on now?" Kogoro murmured. "The expiration date for this milk and the date for the Kamen Yaiba show on the receipt both fall on today," Conan pointed out before holding both items up. "See?" Miwako took the two items into hand. "I noticed that as well before. Doubtful it really means anything, could just be coincidence." "We're detectives, any coincidence calls for suspicion," spoke Kogoro in response. "Especially in a case like this. If someone intentionally planted all of this stuff for us to find that means whatever they've got planned is to occur today or tonight and they wanted us to know." "You really think so?" questioned Miwako. "I do." Kogoro was almost certain of this. A grin fell upon Conan's face. "The old timer is really on his game isn't he?" Kogoro would then turn back to the 'Jack in the Box' still sitting atop the table. "Then we've got this box you discovered at Fun Entertainment Inc. I believe the location for where you found it; along with its function are very telling in what the mystery person behind this wants us to know. It is all connected somehow." "What could it mean?" Miwako was at a loss. "AhHa! I found something!" exclaimed Conan. "What now?!" Kogoro spoke as he glared back at him once more. "Look Oji-san, this is a standard deck of 52 playing cards," Conan noted. "A fact we are all aware of," a growingly annoyed Kogoro responded. "Well.. with every standard deck there is usually an extra, sometimes two?" Conan noted. "There isn't one within this lot?" "An extra?" Miwako questioned. Conan gave the confirming nod. "Yes." "Let me see that!" Kogoro took a hold of the deck himself, counting not only the cards themselves but accounting for each theme upon each. Miwako stood patiently as he counted. "Well..?" Kogoro would soon finish. "The kid's right," Kogoro revealed. "Which one is missing among the lot?" Kogoro faced her once more. "The 'Joker'." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 32 Mystery aboard the Cruiser: The Finale His eyes sprung open at the sound of a passing truck’s tune that seeped through the walls of his room. Motioning he rolled from his back onto his side, feeling the immediate soreness of last night’s encounter throughout his entire body. Tick, the hand of the clock shifted. It was now eight a.m. “Well, no point in lying around for any longer. I can already here the day calling to me. First operation of business.. a good ole morning shower.” Sitting up in bed he stretched all in the moment of hearing the sound of his phone that sat upon the dresser beside the bed. “Hopefully this isn’t another spam call from that air freshener company.” Reaching for the phone he found that not to be the case. “Damian?” He opted to take the call. “Sup buddy? How’s Tokyo treating you?” “Grayson, I need your help,” Damian responded. “I have a situation.” This caught him by surprise. “What kind of situation?” asked Dick who slightly leaned forward in position. “The kind involving a cruise ship, a missing woman, Bane, and.. oh, a hanging corpse of a man who has been dead for at least twenty four hours.” Concern arose. “Wait, did you just say Bane?” “Unfortunately his presence is meshed in with a sophisticated mystery that has been presented,” confirmed Damian. “Mystery aboard the cruiser,” Dick remarked. “Hit me from the beginning. What exactly is going on out there?” “As you are aware I was sent to Japan to track the shipment of materials used to produce Scarecrow’s toxin due to the outbreak in incidents involving its reported affects in not only Tokyo but numerous parts of Japan. To put it short the said shipment was being transported on this ship,” Damian relayed. “Simple? Not so much. Things started getting interesting even before the ship departed.” “Now this is the part I want to hear.” “And that I shall, but first there is something I need to ask of you Grayson,” Damian replied as he referred to a list held in hand. “What is it?” “I have the names of everyone aboard this cruise. I need you to run a search on a few of them I’m about to convey.” “For what purpose?” “Cross reference. I need to know what recorded history any of these people may have with one another prior to boarding this ship. Then perhaps I’ll have a better clarity for what could be going on beneath what the surface shows.” “Simple enough. So when do I get the details for this episode of yours? I can’t stand the suspense!” “One thing at a time. I give you the names, then the details.” “Loud and clear captain.” ………… Aboard the Sunshine Heiji was frozen in the moment of time. Everything learned to this moment played back in his mind. Reira who stood across held out a hand, patting him on the shoulder. “Is.. is everything ok?” Reeling his focus Heiji responded. “It’s nothing, just thinking.” Reira nodded. “Anything else you want to ask?” Should he inquire further on the matter? Perhaps she had information that could bring further light to what was going on? Then there was the question to consider, did she have any involvement with the hanging man that was discovered? “The last time you saw Oehi was in the bathroom right?” asked Heiji wanting to clarify. “Yes.” Reira gave the confirming nod. “I left after our brief exchange. As I exited Konya-chan entered.” “Did you or your bodyguard notice anything unusual on your way back to this room?” “I wouldn’t say so, no.” “Your full cooperation has been most appreciated. Thank you for your time Jo-san.” With that last line of speech Heiji was looking to make his next move. “I’ve spent enough time here, the answers I seek lie outside of this room.” Almost immediately Captain Aldor spotted Heiji walking toward the door. “Hattori-san, are you leaving us?” “Gotta check a couple things out, rest assured I’ll keep you updated on any made progress captain,” Heiji promised. “Before I go there is something I’d like to ask of you.” “What is it Hattori-kun?” “You got a master key on hand?” “As a matter a fact I do. Why do you ask? Don’t tell me you plan on checking every guest’s room?” “Not exactly,” Heiji replied. “There’s a certain room I need to check in particular, to draw a comparison of sorts.” Hearing the given Aldor pulled from his jacket a card key which he handed over to him. “I only ask that you figure out what is going on.” “I won’t let you down. If anything comes up you’ll be one of the first to know.” “I’ll anxiously await your call.” “Speaking of which, I need to call both Yumin-san and Aellun-san. Given the latest information I have obtained we need to get Cheon-san back to this room. He is no doubt one of the center pieces to this whole ordeal.” While advancing onward Heiji raised the walkie-talkie in hand. “Yumin-san, Aellun-san.. it’s top priority we get Cheon-san back to the cafeteria.” Of the two it was Aellun who responded. “Roger that, I’ll reroute and pick him up. Want to tell me what’s going on?” “I’ll get back to you on that, there’s something I need to look into first, I’ll be in touch.” “Of course detective.” Now back in the hall Heiji pulled out his flash light. “The bathroom located on this floor is in this direction. I’ll begin my investigation there first.” Proceeding he flashed his lights ray a short distance ahead, looking out for any clues that he may have missed earlier. It took little time for him to reach the women’s bathroom. Reaching across he flipped the light switch up to garner no result, this was expected. “Let’s see if there is anything in here that could help shed some light on this matter.” As Heiji was to proceed he was startled by a voice from behind. “What could you possibly be hoping to find in here?” “Damian-kun? No way Captain Aldor let you leave the cafeteria.” Heiji faced him. “Can’t be a dispute if I wasn’t seen,” Damian noted. Coming into the line of view as well was Mitsuhiko. “Yep, while you were talking to the captain we took that second to sneak by. Pretty cool huh?” “You two really shouldn’t be here, there is no telling what dangers may lurk on this ship.” Taking a deep breath Heiji turned back to the other side with his flashlight as a guide to see. “But since the two of you are here perhaps you can help.” “Ya! Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Mitsuhiko was ecstatic. “And what is it we’re doing here?” questioned Damian. “If you haven’t already forgotten Oehi and Konya were attacked right outside of the cafeteria.” “The basics for any investigation is to cover all fields that are in play. This was the last place Jo-san saw Oehi-san, thus why I’m here. Let’s search the room; there could be something to find.” “You can count on us,” replied Mitsuhiko. Heiji elected for the sink while Mitsuhiko strolled toward the stalls. Stepping up to the counter Heiji wasted no time in inspecting the small area. “It’s a little wet, there’s also smalls pieces of yet to fully dry paper towel. Nothing here out of the ordinary.” Giving one final look Heiji opted to step away, as he did the walkie talkie attached to his side began to ring. “What’s happening?” “It’s me Aellun. I returned to the recreation room in search of Cheon-san.” “And?” “No sign of him.” “Wonderful.” “Listen, I’m going to look elsewhere. Wherever he has gone it can’t be far. If I find him or any of the other missing I will let you know.” “Will do the same, later.” Lowering the communication device to his side Heiji turned for the other side where he was joined by Damian. “Who was that?” “Aellun-san. He went back to the gym to look for Cheon-san, unfortunately by the time he got there Cheon-san had departed.” “Convenient.” Heiji shrugged. “What can we do?” “So, find anything?” questioned Damian. Heiji glanced back at the countertop. “Negative. How about you?” “Trash was clear. Only a couple of paper towels.” “Nothing gold then huh?” “Hey guys, I found something!” Mitsuhiko alerted from across the way. The two walked over as Mitsuhiko stepped out from the first stall. “What did you find?” asked Heiji. “Not sure if this holds any relevance.” Mitsuhiko held out his hand to reveal a pen and a couple of loose coins. “I found these sitting on the outer edge.” “Someone must have dropped them,” figured Heiji who took the collection into hand. Of all items it was the pen that caught his eye. “Hummm..” “Something wrong?” asked Damian after noting his reaction. “This pen..” Heiji brought it close to eye. It was as he thought. “This is one of Jo-san’s special edition pens.” Damian didn’t see a point. “So what if it is?” “When I spoke with Jo-san back in the cafeteria she mentioned to me about giving one of these pens to Oehi-san when they spoke while in here.” “Maybe she dropped it,” guessed Mitsuhiko. “Maybe..” Heiji paused for several moments. “We’ve spent enough time here, what do you say we get a move on?” “Where to next?” asked Mitsuhiko. “Floor B,” Heiji replied. “What will we be doing there?” “I’ll tell you once we get there, come on,” said Heiji waving the two on. “Follow the leader,” Mitsuhiko expressed following in his steps. “Stay alert guys, there are still a few passengers who are unaccounted who could be roaming.” “You mean the masked man,” noted Mitsuhiko knowing that was the threat of possibility in mind. “Let’s hope we don’t run into him.” Damian was unconcerned. “For his sake, he better hope he does not cross me.” ………… Pool Room Aellun marched in with a clear motive, retrieving Neour and returning to the cafeteria. It was quiet, the only sound coming from the steaming waves in the whirlpool. Aellun gradually paced forward. “Hey Neour-san it’s me, you in here?” No response came as something of interest came to eye. The main pool had a cover over it “Hmmm.. since when did someone place the pool cover on? I don’t recall seeing that earlier.” Curious of this Aellun walked over to pool side, kneeling down he lifted the cover to make a discovery. “Looks like the pool water was emptied; and is now in the process of refilling. No doubt Yumin-san’s doing. Speaking of which, I have not gotten an update from him in the last several minutes.” Aellun reached for his walkie talkie. “Yumin-san, do you copy?” He allowed a few moments to pass before attempting to call for a second time. “Yumin-san?” Like before no one responded. “Maybe he’s just busy.” Standing back to his feet Aellun surveyed the room a final time. “It’s clear no one is here. Hopefully I’ll have better luck with the next room.” ………. On another floor The room door read ‘24B’. “So… what are we doing here?” Mitsuhiko asked. “I’m going to unlock the door using the master key given to me from the captain; once I do I want the two of you to go inside and search the room,” Heiji instructed. “Be sure to take some photos so we can draw comparisons later.” This posed the obvious. “Why?” Mitsuhiko asked. “Whose room is this anyway?” “It is not currently in use,” Heiji replied. “Why search a room that is not being occupied?” asked Damian. “If you recall what Kuroba-kun said, he claimed to have heard noises in one of the rooms being next to his own, in the case being rooms 24B and 20B, both according to the guest list are empty of any customers. While the two of you search inside there I will do the same in room 20B,” Heiji explained. “Anything specific we should be looking for?” Mitsuhiko asked. “Take note and collect as much imagery necessary,” Heiji simply put. “In other words not even he knows what we’re searching for,” Damian concluded internally. “Great.” Stepping in between the pair Heiji slid the card key, allowing the two entry to the room. “I’ll see you both shortly.” “We’ll do our best,” promised Mitsuhiko who was the first to march in past the door. Damian who kept step softly closed the door behind. Now in the surrounding of a dark room Mitsuhiko’s initial instinct was to flip the light switch up. To his dismay the lights in the room did not turn on. “No way, the lights aren’t working!” “Nice discovery genius,” Damian remarked before turning on his flashlight. “If you haven’t forgotten the electrical panel on this ship has been tampered with.” Mitsuhiko felt silly. “Oh yah, almost forgot.” Laughing he too turned on a flashlight of his own. “Now the investigation begins.” Directly across the way was screen door, the moons light faintly popping in from the partially open curtain. Wishing to explore further Mitsuhiko guided his light to the right. There it was a bed with a nightstand being no more than a foot away. On the other side of the room there was a TV mounted to the wall, right below it was a dresser. “While you take of things in here I’ll go and give the balcony a look,” Damian conveyed. “Sounds good to me.” Mitsuhiko was all for it. Now on his mind for the time being Mitsuhiko’s mind drifted to something that had been bothering him since hearing his name for the first time. “Captain ‘Aldor’, I’m almost certain tonight is the first time we’ve met. It’s.. I feel like I’ve heard of him before in regards to something important. I just can’t remember what. Why am I forgetting?” Slowly exhaling Mitsuhiko shrugged. “It’s probably nothing major.” Approaching the screen door Damian slid it aside to be greeted by the chirping of the calling sea below. He wasted no time in exploring the small area. “Let’s see what we’ve got.” Two chairs, one on the left, the other on the right. While nothing seemed off or alarming Damian took a picture of the surrounding area for the chair on the left. “Now for the second.” As he turned for the other side he could hear the crack of something under foot. “What is that?” Electing to move a half step back Damian glanced down to spot a piece of broken glass. “Huhm.. just a piece of glass.” Kicking it aside he went on to take his second picture. “Nothing out here really brings any alarm of concern.” Before Damian could make his way in his phone rang. Pulling it from his pocket he was pleased to see who it was. “Give it to me Grayson.” “Did a full search of all the names you sent my way.” “And the results?” asked Damian who slid the screen door completely shut. “I was able to pull a file on everyone except three,” Dick informed. “Anna Hamilton, her son Samuel, and Rosetta Dellmara.” “Alarming,” noted Damian. “None of them were in my sight of suspects, perhaps I must reconsider.” “I’d wait on drawing any conclusions until I’ve given you everything I have come to gather.” “Delay it no further Grayson.” “Of the lot there are five who are tied together in one fashion or another,” Dick began. “Yasu Oehi, Lukmar Xiene, Neour Cheon, Manabu Yoneda, and Reira Jo. For starters the five of them attended the same high school, Pinkelton High.” “You don’t say..” “Not only did they attend the same school, they all graduated on the same year seven years ago.” “Interesting.” “This is where things get juicy. I dug a little bit deeper, outside of their graduation seven years ago the five of them got tangled up in something that same year, seven days after their graduation.” “Seven seems to be the lucky number in all of this.” “There was a gathering, a party if you will at a beach front.” Damian huffed in preparation. “I know where this is going.” “Half Moon Light Dash.” “Half Moon Light Dash?” “The title of that particular party and its overall theme.” “So you’re telling me a bunch of people showed up dressed as a herd of moons?” Damian found himself mildly amused. “Sounds like an idea for an open house routine on Fridays for standup comedy at that spot in Midwest Gotham.” “Not quite, those who attended had to come with a partner, whether it be a friend or lover. One dressed in all black while the other..” “All white,” Damian figured. “So what happened at this moon gathering?” “To put things into a broader perspective, there were a lot of ongoing activities everyone was able to partake in on that night, one option being to go on a thirty minute boat ride for a little sightseeing. The five in question all went on the said boat ride at the same time,” Dick relayed. “In short an accident occurred, the boat ended up completely subsiding with everyone obviously falling overboard.” “Clearly everyone survived the accident, so where lay the stream for animosity?” “You’re forgetting someone. Not everyone survived, the captain,” Dick informed. “Unlike the others, he wasn’t so lucky.” This raised the obvious question. “Would my assumption that he drowned be correct?” “That’s right. What really was put into question was the circumstances that lead to the accident.” “What do you mean?” “The story that was given to the police at the scene of the accident, it was said the captain was speeding and didn’t take notice of another boat that was traveling along within the same vicinity. As you’re probably suspecting there was a collision, all involved were sent flying from the boat, including the driver of the other boat,” Dick informed. “Both boats as you could imagine were wrecked in the collision. The only good thing in all of what happened was that the shore was within distance.” “Everyone swam to safety?” “Those who could anyway, unknown to everyone at the time when the collision occurred was that the captain’s arm got broken.” “Meaning he wouldn’t have been able to swim to shore even if he wanted,” Damian found in conclusion. “What about the captain of the other ship?” “Like everyone in your circle of persons of interest he too managed to make it to the safety of land. It wasn’t until a short time after everyone arrived on shore that they realized someone was missing.” “The captain.” “The authorities were alerted a short time later. Unfortunately by the time they went out to search the crash site it was already too late.” “Given the captain was the only recorded fatality on that night I can only assume he is at the center of whatever is conspiring on this cruise?” “Perhaps this bit of information will help,” Dick continued. “The name of the man who was at the helm of that boat seven years ago, Tallod Inaba.” “Inaba..” Damian paused. It all clicked in a moment’s time. “Don’t tell me that-” “That’s right, Tallod was the father of Shou Inaba,” Dick revealed. “The man who is also present on that ship of yours.” “It’s all coming full circle. There’s no doubt in my mind who is behind all of this.” Damian now had a sharp look of assurance. “Inaba.” “Slow down there bud. Hate to pull the break on ya, but we still don’t have any proof he is the one pulling the strings,” Dick stated. “Sometimes even the glaring obvious might not wind up being the truth.” “I’ll find my proof,” declared Damian. “Listen, don’t reel in on only one possible outcome. There’s still a lot unanswered, someone else could be behind it for all we know. All the information I gathered involving what we just discussed I will now send to you.” “Dually noted Grayson.” Following his words the transmission between the two was cut. “A conclusion is now in arms reach.” Through the clashing sound of the oceans waves Damian heard the carrying of a voice from the right side. “Yo! Find anything?!” Shifting, Damian’s sights fell on Heiji who stood out on the balcony two rooms over. “Nothing of note; and you?!” “Can’t say anything glaring at first sight, will review the collected photos after we finish up here.” At that moment Heiji noticed a change in Damian’s expression. It was one of sniper sharp focus. “You ok?!” Damian raised a hand, pointing in the direction past Heiji. “Look!” The teen detective was certainly curious, turning Heiji spotted what he assumed Damian had spotted. “Is.. is that a rope?” Investigating further his eyes drifted upward, the top of the rope was tied to the railing on the top deck with its end buried beneath the ocean’s surface. “Clearly something is tied to the end of that rope.. what could it be?” “I say we head to top side and pull up to see what’s latched to the end of that rope,” Damian suggested. “Yahuh,” Heiji replied who made a move for the door. “Let’s go, I’ll meet you guys in the hallway!” Damian nodded, opting to do the same. Sliding the door open he waved, in doing so gaining Mitsuhiko’s attention. “You find something out there Damian-kun?” “Let’s go,” replied Damian without a reason as to why. “But I haven’t even searched the bathroom yet,” argued Mitsuhiko. “We don’t have time for that.” Damian trotted to the other side of the room with nothing more to add. “Why are we in such a rush all of a sudden?” That very thought circulated throughout Mitsuhiko’s mind all the way out past the door. As planned the pair met up with Heiji who was already waiting for them. “Good, you’re both here. Before we travel up top I would like to take a look at the photos the two of you took to compare with my own.” “Here,” Mitsuhiko said before holding out something for him to take. There was a puzzled look to display across Heiji’s face. “What’s this?” “My notepad,” Mitsuhiko replied. “Don’t forget my phones battery juiced out hours ago, and since I couldn’t take pictures I took notes instead.” Heiji lifted the booklet to eye. “Oh kay, let’s see here..” The main room was what was described, from the position of the bed in relation to other items located throughout the room. Reading over the written Heiji then referred to his own taken photos. There was an expected resemblance between what was written on the notepad and the few pictures he had initially taken. “Damian-kun, show me what you have,” Heiji said after giving back the notepad. Before any further action could be taken Heiji’s cellphone began vibrating. “Huh.. a message..” It was a number he did not recognize. “Someone sent me an attachment, but for what?” “You’ll want to have a look at that; it’s a document of information detailing an incident that occurred seven years ago,” Damian informed. “Wait, you’re the one who sent me this message?” asked Heiji who lowered his phone. “How did you even get my number?” “That’s not important right now, here,” said Damian handing his phone over to Heiji. “Feel free to look over the photos I took.” “Of course.” Heiji eyes hovered over his collection of photos before directing focus to the ones Damian took. The stun on his face was almost instant. Damian noticed this in short time. “You find something?” “.. Maybe.” Heiji handed the phone back. He stood in silence for a number of seconds before electing to speak again “Listen, I’ll join you guys on the deck in a bit. There is something I gotta check out first.” “You found a lead off the pictures?” Mitsuhiko was hopeful. “We’ll call it a soft hunch,” replied Heiji who turned for the other side. “Make sure you guys stick together, ok.” “Where are you going exactly?” Mitsuhiko asked. “Goanna go check out the room right above the one you two were just in.” The two watched as he raced off. “So that’s that,” Mitsuhiko remarked. “He seemed intent. I’d say we’re dealing with more than just a mere hunch,” said Damian. Mitsuhiko was inclined to agree. There was no time to waste. “Come on, let’s hurry to the top.” “Sooo… why are we heading up there? You haven’t exactly given me an explanation for why.” “While on the balcony I noticed something hanging from the railing from the top deck,” Damian relayed. “It was a rope; one which hung down as far down as the ocean. It definitely wasn’t there when I boarded.” “That must mean there is something attached to it,” Mitsuhiko figured. “What do you think it could be?” “Obviously that’s what we’re going to find out.” The two pressed on. Making their way up the staircase they had used earlier in the evening. Marching up the two crossed someone unexpected who was traveling in the opposite direction. “Outta my way!” the young boy before them snapped in a demanding manner. “Hey, aren’t you that kid who was in the cafeteria?” Mitsuhiko questioned. “The names Samuel,” the boy stated. “What are you doing here, and by yourself for that matter?” Damian asked. “I must do as mother says,” said Samuel who pushed in between the two as he continued downward “Should we follow him?” Mitsuhiko asked. “No way they would have let him leave the cafeteria alone, I’m sure his mother is close.” Damian was against such a move. “Come, the sooner we get to top side the better.” Top deck was reached a short time later. Mitsuhiko instinctively looked from one side to the other. “Do you remember where you spotted the rope hanging from?” Damian motioned toward the left. “Given where the even numbered rooms are located it should be hanging from this side somewhere.” Mitsuhiko followed as they trailed to the ships edge. Stepping into place Damian looked overboard. It took little time for him to locate the hanging rope. “There it is, I see it!” Mitsuhiko pointed. The two continued until reaching the sought point. Damian made an immediate move to try and pull the rope up. “Well?” “Whatever it is I won’t be able to lift it alone. Mind giving a hand?” Damian asked. “Of course!” Grabbing hold of the other side of the rope both Mitsuhiko and Damian pulled upward only to have minimal success. “It’s no use, we’re not strong enough to pull up whatever is down there.” “If only you were stronger,” Damian remarked in light of their failure. “Hey! The same could be said about you, you know,” Mitsuhiko fired back in defense. “Hey! What are you two doing over there?” The pair turned to find a familiar face approaching from far across the way. “It’s Aellun and the captain’s son,” Damian noted. “Look Damian-kun, they’ve got Hepperway-sama with them.” “Huh, so she finally turned up. I wonder where she was for the past hour or so?” Damian thought internally. “Where is Hattori-kun?” Eljan asked after stepping within feet of them. “He’s.. looking into something,” Damian simply put. “He assured us he would meet us up here after he is done,” Mitsuhiko added. “Which leads back to what I asked before, what are you guys doing up here?” Aellun asked for a second time. “There’s a rope tied to the railing over here,” Mitsuhiko informed. “Damian-kun and I tried to pull it up, but whatever is attached to it is too heavy for us to lift.” Aellun curiously strolled over. “This rope.. I’m positive it wasn’t here when the ship departed.” Damian’s eyes were focused on Freya Hepperway who silently stood. In his mind there was a lot to question about her timely disappearance when the hanging man was first discovered. “Hepperway.” Hearing her name Freya faced him. “Yes?” “Where did you take off to earlier?” “I.. I panicked after discovering the body.” Freya paused. “My instinct was to run.. it is not every day you walk into a room to find a deceased man hanging from the ceiling you know. My time alone helped calm my nerves.” Damian looked her over as if to analyze her. “And where did you go?” “Hey, I could use a little help over here,” conveyed Aellun who attempted to lift the rope himself. “Here, I’ll lend a hand,” said Eljan who moved over to join him. Damian too returned to the side of the railing. Aellun took a deep breath. “Alright in three, two, one.” From there the three lifted. “Great, you guys are doing it!” cheered Mitsuhiko who monitored their progress from the side. The face to express would soon drastically change after spotting what began to ascend from the depths of the ocean. “No way!” Concern arose. “What’s wrong?” Freya asked. Fright filled Mitsuhiko’s eyes as he pointed downward. “A.. it’s a body!” It didn’t take long for the efforts of the three to reach the ropes end, pulling up what was in fact another body. One look was all it took for everyone to identify who it was. “I can’t believe it!” Aellun was at a loss for words. “It’s Neour Cheon!!” Everyone stood, stunned by the latest discovery in this ongoing mystery. “Come, get him on the ground!” shouted Aellun. The three carefully rested Neuor to the ground. “Is he breathing,” Eljan asked. Aellun reached to search for a pulse. In doing so he looked back to face the others, simply shaking his head. “He’s gone.” Damian was not in the least bit surprised. “What about CPR?” Freya suggested. “Perhaps we can revive him?” “A futile attempt I’m afraid,” Damian said. “I discovered the rope several minutes ago while a couple floors down, and who knows how long his body was hanging before even that.” “The one million dollar question, who is behind this?” Aellun questioned not expecting to get an answer. “I have a feeling if we don’t hurry and solve this we could be looking at a higher body count,” Mitsuhiko spoke worriedly. “If there is anyone who can figure out what’s going on it is Hattori-sama.” Eljan felt confident in the claimed. Not wanting to see anymore Freya turned away. Mitsuhiko inched in a step closer. “So I’m going to go out on a limb and say he died from drowning?” “That would be the assumption, yes,” replied Aellun. “Of course we won’t know for sure until an autopsy is performed.” Now examining the body he slid Neour’s eye lids upward to find the entirety of his eyes bloodshot. What was the cause of this? Certainly a detail he would keep in mind. A number of minutes would pass as he did a full on examination of the body. “Yo, Hattori-sama is here!” Eljan alerted. As per agreement Heiji had finally made his way to the deck. “Apologies for the wait, had to make an unexpected visit to the room with the water control panel. Anyway, what’s the condition of the body?” Heiji asked as a dumbfounded Aellun stood up. “How did you know we found a body?!” Aellun exclaimed. “Wow!!! He really is the world’s greatest detective!!” Eljan shrieked in a fan boy like matter. Heiji chuckled. “Not exactly, I was listening in on everything that was being said through your walkie talkie.” Aellun laughed. “I must have sent transmission by accident; by any chance did you happen to cross Yumin-san on your travels?” Aellun was hopeful. Heiji shook his head. “No such luck.” Eljan gulped. “Well.. a, that’s definitely not a good sign.” Like Aellun before him Heiji looked over the body. His main thought of process was to note any possible wounds, or anything that would indicate if there was a struggle before the events leading to Neour ending up below sea. Heiji discovered no such evidence. This begged the question, was he not forced overboard? He then looked up at the railing where the rope was tied, reaching up he untied it to find a faint mark of the ropes print embedded on the railing. A grin formed across Heiji’s lips. “It is as I suspected.” Mitsuhiko noticed the sudden change in his demeanor. “Why is he smiling I wonder.. has he figured something out?” “Hate to interrupt, but I must ask,” Damian began. “Did you read over the article I sent to you?” Heiji who wrapped up his examination faced him. “I did.” “And?” “Given what happened seven years ago, coupled with everything we’ve learned up until this point I have figured out not only who the killer is, but the motive behind why tonight’s events were set into motion.” Most everyone showcased a look of shock. “What, have you really uncovered who the killer is?” Aellun asked. “It’s the masked man, Manabu Yoneda right?!” Eljan was sure of it. A smile sparked across Damian’s lips. “So, he’s figured it out as well.” “I’ll explain everything soon, first we need to return to the cafeteria,” Heiji said. Aellun nodded. “I’ll lead the way.” “Now we’re singing my tune,” Eljan commented. Everyone pressed on, staying weary of their surroundings as they traveled. A few minutes was all it took for the five to arrive back to the cafeteria. Not wasting a moment the current circumstances was relayed to all in attendances. “You’ve got to be kidding, someone else was killed?!” Reira Jo was at a loss for words. “What about that missing girl?” Aoko questioned. “Anyone of us could be next!!” Anna fretted. “You said you know who the killer is right? So go on and tell us!” Kiku who was growing impatient wanted answer’s just like everyone else. Heiji waved in attempt to calm everyone. “Listen up, I assure you all no one is currently in any immediate danger. After all, every attack that occurred to this point was planned from the very beginning.” There were clearly a number of questions raised after hearing the stated. “I beg your pardon?” Captain Aldor wished to know more. Heiji elaborated. “What I’m saying is that the origin of tonight’s horrors stems back to something that occurred seven years ago, at an event known as ‘Half Moon Light Dash’.” Frazzled, that was what was expressed on Reira Jo’s face. Heiji took immediate notice of this. “Hm, you know where this is going don’t you?” “It can’t be. Are you telling me this has something to do with what happened to that poor man all of those years ago?” Reira was stunned. “It has everything to do with what occurred that night,” stated Damian who inserted himself into the equation. “It isn’t coincidence that the five of you who were involved in that crash ended up on this cruise all at once.” “What the hell happened seven years ago?! Tell us!” Anna yelled. “Given the circumstances of this situation, I believe we’re all entitled to know at least that much,” Rosetta added. Heiji would grant them just that. “I’ll keep it short. Seven years ago not too far off from where we departed into the Osaka bay there was a party, one known as the Half Moon Light Dash.” After hearing it for a second time it snapped in Aoko’s mind. “Ya.. I knew I heard of that.” Kaito turned to his friend. “What now?” “The Half Moon Light Dash, if I’m not mistaking it is an event where people come dressed in either white or black, with their partner sporting the other,” Aoko noted. “That would be it,” confirmed Damian who stood just a few feet away from the pair. “Taro -san,” Heiji spoke looking into his direction. “..Yes?” “Tell me, do you recall what the deceased man hanging in the armory was wearing?” “Well,” Taro said giving it a moment’s thought. “He had on a suit, one which was spilt into two colors, white and.. oh, now I see!” “That’s right, the suit of black and white he had been placed in was to reference the Half Moon Light Dash. Furthermore, during the course of that gathering five of the guests decided to go on a little boat ride, a thirty minute cruise of the area if you will,” Heiji continued. “The five in question; Lukmar Xiene, Yasu Oehi, Reira Jo, Neour Cheon, and Manabu Yoneda.” “Here comes the juicy part,” Kaito thought to himself. “After setting off it wouldn’t be until past the halfway point of their trip that they would experience an.. accident, a collision with another boat,” Heiji relayed. “All would survive, including the driver of the other boat, all except for one.” “Who?” Taro questioned. “The captain,” Reira revealed. “It wasn’t until we all swam to the shore that we realized the captain was missing.” “Why didn’t he swim to safety like the rest of you?” Eljan asked. “Did he not know how to?” “It wasn’t that, it was because..” “He was unable to,” Damian interjected. “Unfortunate as it may be he just happened to break his arm as a result of impact. After he fell overboard he would descend below the water before ultimately drowning.” A number of silent filled moments passed. “So the captain drowned.. but, but how does that tie into tonight’s attacks?” Captain Aldor still didn’t understand. “Retribution.. revenge, that is the calling card,” Damian gave in response. “Revenge? Wasn’t what happened an accident?” “The killer clearly doesn’t see it that way.” “Out with it already, who is the one to murder those people?!” Katsuo shouted. “To know the first victim will in turn reveal the face of the killer,” Damian explained. “The man who drowned seven years ago as a result of that accident.. Tallod Inaba.” Damian then looked to a certain man who now stood with his head down. “Inaba Shou, Tallod was your father.. wasn’t he?” Many gasped at the reveal. “Wow, now that’s what you call a spoiler alert,” Kaito remarked under his breath. Raising his head to face him Shou would respond. “Yes, that man was my father.” There was animosity present within his voice. Captain Aldor was stunned. “So he is the killer.” “When we spoke before you brought up the fact for the past several years that on this very date you ride on the Sunshine. Coincidence tonight’s events fell in line with this day? I think not,” Damian stated. “You blame everyone who was on that boat seven years ago for your father’s death. Tonight has been nothing more than a revenge course.” Mitsuhiko’s eyes popped. “.. The Sunshine.” Shou shook his head in denial. “No.” Damian didn’t believe him in the least. “Yes. You sent out invitations, making sure that all who were involved that night showed up here. You made it seem for those to receive the tickets for tonight’s cruise that they won them in some kind of raffle.” “I have nothing to do with this; I did not kill those people!!” Shou denied once more “The evidence strongly suggests otherwise,” to which Damian responded. Heiji would tune in once more. “And what evidence is that?” Damian was caught off guard by the commented. “Were you not listening to everything I just said?” Heiji nodded. “Every word of it, but nothing you presented was evidence against Inaba-san’s innocence.” Damian turned to face him in full. “Are you suggesting he is not the killer?” Heiji shifted his hat from where it had been turned backwards. “Suggesting? No, I am absolutely certain of Inaba-san’s innocence.” Shock overtook all onlookers once more. “This just keeps getting more and more interesting by the second,” Kaito thought to himself. That moment it all came back full swing. “I remember!” The connection had eluded Mitsuhiko until now. “Captain Aldor Hirata.. this ship titled the Sunshine. What officer Takagi said to Conan about him searching for a man by the name Aldor Sunshine.. the captain, this ship.. is it connected somehow?” “So if not him, then who?” Kiku asked. “To answer that is to look back on the events leading up to this moment,” Heiji responded. “What are you getting at?” Anna asked. Heiji looked to a certain individual specifically. “Tsuburaya-kun.. Damian-kun.” Knocked from his inner thoughts Mitsuhiko responded. “What is it?” “Your observations of everyone boarding this ship earlier coupled in with Kuroba’s rundown of his experiences since boarding were very telling. What I learned happened seven years ago revealed the truth behind who is behind tonight’s scheme above all else,” said Heiji who looked into Aellun’s direction. “As I mentioned, before meeting you all on top deck I made a call to a certain someone.” Aellun was interested to know who. “If you’re bringing this up there must be some relevance, yes?” “I made contact with the lead detective who worked the case that night, Baro-san,” Heiji conveyed. “He told me everything he remembered from that night, testimonies, weather conditions, and even the severity of the wreckage.” “And what was so insightful about what he said that enlightened you?” “You know, it’s actually kind of funny,” began Heiji who began walking in place. “It was actually something he said that wasn’t directly linked to the case that drew my attention in the direction of the real culprit pulling the strings.” “And what was that?” Captain Aldor asked. Upon taking another step Heiji stopped, giving eye to Shou Inaba once more. “Your father and mother, they had gotten a divorce two years before his death. You elected to stay with your mother when all was said and done. Given your resenting tone to Damian-kun bringing up the fact Tallod Inaba was your father told me there was no lost love between you.” Shou would not deny the spoken. “Perhaps.” “Detective Hattori, where are you going with this?” Aellun did not see the point. “Inaba-san, why don’t you tell everyone why your parents divorced,” Heiji said. Hesitant at first he would do just that. “Their marriage ended because that man found someone else,” Shou revealed with a tune of sadness. “He abandoned us, he.. he abandoned me.” Captain Aldor rubbed the back of his head. “As saddening as that may be, I don’t see how that plays into the situation we now face.” “Everything will make sense very soon. For you see, the woman whom Inaba-san was to marry next, Himenay,” Heiji informed. “Konya Himenay.” “Konya?” Aellun’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean to tell us-” “That’s right, Konya Himenay was the mother of Konya Yuriko,” Heiji revealed all while making eye contact with Yuriko. There was one line that grabbed Damian’s attention. “Hold on, did he just say ‘was’? What happened to your mother?” His focus now locked on Yuriko. “She.. my mother died a long time ago,” Yuriko informed. “How?” Aellun pressed for more. When Yuriko didn’t respond Heiji left it to himself to answer the questioned. “Four months after Tallod-san’s death sadness took over Himenay, ultimately leading to her taking her own life.” Shock fell upon Chiasa’s face. “Yuriko-chan, I.. I never knew.” “So what of it?!” Yuriko shouted. “Are you saying that I am the one responsible for the killings?” All eyes fell on Heiji. “Is that true Hattori-kun?” Captain Aldor questioned. “What about that masked man? Surely he is involved in some capacity or another?” “What can I say?” Heiji paused. “The true killer is one wrapped in three.” His words brought about confusion. “What are you saying? That there are three killers in all?” Rosetta asked. “Not quite. What I’m saying is the culprit has three faces,” Heiji explained. “THREE FACES?!” Many expressed at once. Damian stepped up to him. “Explain.” “Well of course.” Heiji would do just that. “The truth of this got revealed to me from what you and Tsuburaya-kun described to me.” “And what was that exactly?” “Your observations from when everyone was boarding the ship, the order of which everyone arrived specifically,” Heiji continued. “And above all, the time in which the two separate loud splashes you heard in the ocean. The first splash you claimed came after Taro-san and his family boarded with the second occurring after Hepperway-san had made her way on, that right?” Damian gave the confirming nod. “Yes, so?” “Lukmar Xiene; his body was the one found hanging in the armory. Then there is Manabu Yoneda, the masked man,” Heiji ran down. “The first, a victim.. the second, a suspect. What links them outside of that? The splash, or rather the two splashes that you heard.” “I don’t understand,” Captain Aldor voiced. “What does the order of them boarding in relation to the splashes mean?” Aellun asked. “Because the person posing as Lukmar Xiene jumped off of the ship, swam back to shore, then re-boarded as Manabu Yoneda before repeating the same steps as before.. and finally, boarding the ship carrying their true face. That person is you, Yuriko Konya!” Heiji stared her deep in the eyes. “That is not true!” Yuriko angrily denied. “Not only does evidence point to you, you’re one of the few with motive, and the means to pull off the attempted scheme.” “No way!” shouted Chiasa who stepped forward. “She was with me pretty much all of the time. I would have known if-” “But she wasn’t with you the entire time, as noted in your own words when you were questioned earlier,” Heiji reminded. “When you boarded for example you questioned Konya-san about how her hair had gotten wet, clearly you had been apart for a short time.” Mitsuhiko blinked an eye. “I remember that.” “You also were apart for a brief time when you arrived at the pool room before Konya-san. It was during that small window of time Waitto that your friend acted on her next step in plan, a diversion.. an illusion of the presence of another if you will,” Heiji continued. “The masked man, Manabu Yoneda.” “Have you already forgotten?! She and Oehi-chan were attacked right outside this room,” Aellun felt the need to remind. “An act which Yuriko-san put on for everyone,” Heiji responded. “She definitely wasn’t attacked at the time we heard her scream.” “You saying she disguised herself as Yoneda-san not only at the time she boarded as him? But for a second time during this cruise?” Captain Aldor sought clarification. “Yes, a plan which was to paint the picture of a suspect all while reeling away focus from the truth.” Heiji would then bring focus to Kaito. “Kuroba-kun, you recall sighting Yoneda-san yourself right?” Kaito gave the confirming nod. “It was after leaving my room to search for this girl,” said Kaito who pointed back at his friend behind. “I have a name,” Aoko growled under breath. “It was only for a moment’s time, but I’m pretty sure of what I saw,” Kaito stated. Heiji made a move toward him, a move which was unexpected. “What is it?” “There’s something I want you to take a look at.” Heiji handed over his phone for Kaito to take a look at. The picture in question showcased two chairs and a glass table. “This photo.. was it taken out on one of the balconies? Cus it looks similar to the balcony arrangement of my room.” “And it should, that photo was taken on the balcony of room 20B, one over from your own,” Heiji confirmed. Kaito shrugged. “Is there something special I should be seeing?” Through his eyes there didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary. “Damian-kun,” Heiji called waving him over. “Pull up that photo you took out on the balcony in room 24B.” While he was clueless for what this would lead to, Damian did just that as he marched over. “I don’t see what is so ground breaking about this picture.” “Then take another look. For it is what you don’t see which reveals the truth,” Heiji said as he handed over his phone for Damian to draw comparisons. “A glass table, there wasn’t one out on the balcony of room 24B,” Damian realized. “Is that really the case?” Heiji then turned to Kaito. “In your statement to me earlier you claimed you were asleep for a brief time. What awoke you was a loud sound; one you compared to shattering glass that you believe came from outside on the balcony of your room.” Kaito nodded. “That’s right.” “When in reality the sound you heard actually came from the balcony one room over, 24B.” Damian’s eyes widened in realization. While he hadn’t given it much thought at the time it was certainly now a detail of interest. “You don’t say Hattori. I actually stepped on a piece of glass while I was out on the balcony of that room, I believed it to be an insignificant encounter but now..” “But what does it all mean?” Mitsuhiko questioned. “The rope,” replied Heiji who looked back in Yuriko’s direction. “The same rope that you attached to Neour Cheon is the same rope you used to swing down to room 24B from your actual room, 24A.” “You have no proof of such an act, that is an assumption on your part,” Yuriko denied. “Using the master key given to me I searched the balcony area of your room due to suspicion, one which sprung from Kuroba-kun sharing with me that you initially attempted to enter room 24B in mistaking it for your own. While it could have been an honest mistake, taking into account everything going on I had to consider there was more to it.” Heiji explained. “Know what I found on the railing of your balcony? The print of a rope embedded in its arm, clearly caused by an operating weight from someone descending to a lower level. The created mark matched the same print made on the railing where Cheon-san’s body hung from the deck’s railing. I’m willing to bet any run test would confirm the same rope was used in each case.” Heiji began pacing once more. “Then there’s the case with Yasu Oehi. When she and Reira Jo went to the bathroom you opted to go as well. I have no doubt Jo-san is on your target list as well, your goal was to neutralize them both at once.. two birds one stone,” Heiji said. “Unfortunately for you Jo-san left the bathroom just as you arrived, leaving your opportunity down to one. In that bathroom was where Oehi was subdued, not in the hallway like we were all led to believe.” “Yuriko and Oehi-chan’s booklet were found in the hall! They definitely were attacked there!” Chiasa argued. “There is no proof of your claim.. Yuriko is not a killer!” Stopping with another taken step, Heiji reached into his pocket; holding up an item for all to see. “What is that?” Eljan questioned. “It’s a pen,” responded Heiji who looked toward Reira Jo. “One I’m sure you would be familiar with.” Heiji would go on to toss the object toward her. Reira was surprised. “This is one of my special edition pens I gave to Yasu, she was so excited when I gave it to her. Where did you find it?” “In the women’s bathroom on the ground; Tsuburaya-kun was the one to discover it,” Heiji relayed before looking back at Yuriko. “You engaged Oehi-san in the bathroom; in that time of scuffle she dropped it. While her body and year book were removed from the area of attack, you left behind one scent of evidence, her pen. No way she would have left that pen behind after just receiving it.” “Ok, I hear all that your saying but there is still one thing that doesn’t really make sense,” Aellun said. “How would Konya-san have subdued Cheon-san, she.. she’s like half his size if even that. No way she could have taken him out and then lifted him over that railing by herself. In regards to Oehi-chan, let’s say she did knock her out somehow. She wasn’t gone that long, she wouldn’t have had much time to dispose of the body and get into position in the short amount of time she was away from the cafeteria like you explained in your scenario.” “True, it would be almost nearly impossible for Konya-san to pull all of that off.. that is if she was working alone,” Heiji said. An outpour of shock arose. “What?! She wasn’t working alone?! Who is her accomplice?” Rosetta enquired. “It must be her friend!” Kiku pointed. Chiasa swung her hands in denial. “I.. I had nothing to do with any of this!” “No, Waitto-san had no idea about tonight’s planned scheme,” Heiji shot down before conveying yet another shocking reveal. “Konya-san’s true accomplice is none other than her twin.. twin brother.” “Auhh.. TWIN BROTHER?!” Captain Aldor was completely speechless. Nodding as he turned Heiji’s eyes fell on a certain cook. “Nenjo-san, I knew early on that this entire scheme required an inside person. After calling the lead detective who worked that case seven years ago I learned of you and your sister in connection to Tallod Inaba who lost his life on that night. You were the one to cut the electricity when you went to go investigate the malfunctioning lights which I’m sure you played a hand in. I have no doubt you were the one to move both Cheon-san and Oehi-san’s bodies after they were rendered unconscious. Given that you were aware Shou Inaba would be on this cruise today, it makes sense you would choose this day to act on your plan of vengeance.” Anger filled Captain Aldor. “Nenjo-kun, is what he says true?!” At that moment the walkie talkie attached to Heiji’s side began to ring. “Hey, I was hoping I’d hear from you soon. Did you find her?” A smile came to Heiji’s face. “Good, go on and bring her in.” “Who was that Hattori-sama?” Eljan asked. The door to the room would fly open before a response could be given, all looking on in surprise to discover Yumin who held an unconscious Yasu in his arms. “Yu.. Yumin?!” Aellun said in surprise. “And he’s got that missing girl with him,” Eljan added. “I found her just where you said she would be Hattori-kun,” said Yumin who closed in. “How is she doing?” Heiji asked. “Still breathing, but she’ll be needing that antidote you mentioned,” Yumin replied as he carefully placed her onto the ground. “Yumin-san, where have you been?” Aellun asked in relief. “We couldn’t get ahold of you. I was worried something happened to you.” “Never you worry my friend, it was all part of the plan,” Yumin revealed. Captain Alor raised a brow. “Part of the plan?” “As I alluded to before I knew this entire scheme required an inside person, I wanted an extra set of eyes that was seemingly off the table to everyone else, including the killers. Early on I was able to eliminate Yumin-san from that possibility which is why I chose him,” Heiji noted. “What tipped you off?” Aellun asked out of curiosity. “It was a comment made by Yumin-san when Lukmar Xiene’s hanging body was first discovered. He suggested cutting Xiene-san down from where he hanged due to the probability that he could still be alive. If he had known Xiene-san was dead I don’t believe he’d have said the same. That moment to me showed he too had laid eyes on the body for the first time and had no prior knowledge of the circumstances leading to that point,” Heiji explained. “Of course there was always that small chance he was putting on an act, but it was a gamble I chose to take.” “Yumin-sama you said Oehi-san needs an antidote just a second ago,” Eljan referred back to. “What did you mean by that?” Heiji would opt to answer the inquired. “I mentioned before both Oehi-san and Cheon-san had been subdued before having their bodies moved. This wasn’t entirely done through physical means,” Heiji dispensed. “A poisonous toxin.” Damian’s eyes narrowed after hearing the spoken. Was this a possible connection with Scarecrow’s fear gas? It couldn’t be.. could it? Shifting his eye of focus Heiji looked toward Mitsuhiko. “Tsuburaya-kun, earlier today you came upon a suspicious person while walking the streets of Tokyo. Instinctively you followed them, eventually leading to you witnessing a meeting between the person of interest and a man you described wearing a business suit. Initially you believed you had merrily walked in on an honest sale, one which you described to me as a perfume exchange.. but that wasn’t the case was it?” Heiji would not stop there. “Of the two perfume canisters, one named ‘The Sweet Death of Quicksand’, and the other ‘Second Life’.” “This is my first time hearing of this,” Yumin stated. “It really happened,” said Mitsuhiko. “Tsuburaya-san, that suspicious person who you assumed to be a man was actually a woman, Yuriko Konya. You couldn’t see their face nor did they ever speak. It all adds up.” Heiji then looked toward Yuriko who was stoic in expression. “Konya-san when everyone was initially gathered to the cafeteria you sprayed a bottle of perfume, a move which you made when Cheon-san was in range of you. I believe the contents of that bottle contained the poison, a.k.a The Sweet Death of Quicksand. After his departure you sprayed yet another flavored perfume, the ‘Second Life’; and also the antidote for any who inhaled the first. After all Cheon-san was your target, him leaving the room played right into your hands. All that remained was for the poison to do its work, and once he was out cold.. he was tied to a rope before being dropped into the ocean.” A realization popped into Aellun’s mind “Now I see, that’s why Cheon-san seemed so bent out of shape after I caught up to him in the recreation center. Clearly the poison was already taking affect.” “When in the bathroom I have no doubt you used the spray to aide in your neutralization of Oehi-san, of course that would follow with Nenjo-san coming and putting the body into position where she would have ultimately drowned had Yumin-san not arrived.” Heiji looked to Nenjo then back to Yuriko. “Am I right? Though there is still one thing that has dodged my understanding, the why.. Why do you blame the death Tallod Inaba on the five to ride his boat that night? What happened was nothing more than an unfortunate accident.” As the confrontation reached its climax Damian’s phone began to vibrate, noting who it was Damian took the call. “Not a good time Grayson.” “Trust me, this is something you need to hear,” Dick urged in response. “Ok, you know how earlier I couldn’t pull a file on Rosetta Dellmara, Anna Hamilton, and the kid? Well turns out none of them exist.” “Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like what I hear next?” “Regarding Rosetta I have yet to dig up who she truly is, but in the case of Ms. Hamilton I was able to back track her steps for the past forty eight hours prior to boarding that ship.” “And?” “Damian, she’s one of ours.. it’s Quinzel.” “Quinzel?” Damian was now completely drawn in. “You mean crazy circus clown Quinn?” “Harley Quinn,” Dick confirmed in full. “The crazy doesn’t stop there.” “You don’t say. Quinn disguised as a middle aged woman and spending her free time on a cruise with an underage kid, an act I’d deem well suspect.” “That’s not what I mean. Listen, you need to get out of there. Something is incoming,” Dick warned. “Alert the captain; everyone needs to get off of that ship pronto. Whatever you do don’t take your eyes off of Harley, keep a lock on that Rosetta person as well until we know more.” “Incoming? Slow down,” said Damian who sought an explanation. “What is going on?” “There’s no time to explain, you have to-” One moment was its mark; a shattering sound erupted, one comparable to a collapsing cathedral. In its wake came an enormous shake of the surrounding area. Unable to maintain his footing Damian felt as his body soared across the room, making hard impact with the wall; the last thing to see before blacking out was the overlooking ceiling above. To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 31 Mystery aboard the Cruiser: Part Four Heiji wasted not a moment. Leaning forward he reached for the object in sight only to have it snatched away within a hairs grasp. "Hey!" Heiji glared at Damian who now stood at his side with the discovered booklet in hand. Surfing through pages of the booklet Damian made quick note of its content. "A school year book." Heiji raised a brow. "A year book?" Damian gave confirmation by nodding. "That's what I said." Osaka's teen detective stood to his feet. "How recent?" Damian shrugged; a show of little care. "Does it even matter? I doubt it has anything to do with what just happened to Konya." Heiji who took possession of the book strongly disagreed. "Seemingly relevant or not, everything should be taken into account. When it comes to solving the unknown; something as simple as the misplacement of a streak of grass can be telling." "And what great detective said that," questioned Damian who crossed his arms over his chest. "What's it to you?" to which Heiji replied. "Only ask because I am entirely certain you came up with that just now." Ignoring the discussion altogether he focused back on the task at hand. "This book is dated from seven years ago. The school class being Pinkelton High." "You go there yourself?" "No. But I've heard of it." Investigating further Heiji began flipping through the pages of the book. "You're wasting your ti-" Damian stopped in mid-sentence upon hearing a certain sound. Heiji as well as Aellun heard its approach. "Footsteps.." whispered Heiji. "Someone is coming, and fast!" Aellun made a quick move to his feet. "You two, get behind me!" Pointing his flashlight and stun gun in the direction of the incoming Aellun prepared himself. In a moments time something charged into view, a person. "Stop there! Put your hands in the air!" The person to have slid into view was a young man wearing a pair of goggles that sat atop his forehead. He made an immediate move to raise his hands, clearly frightened. "Officer Aellun, it.. it's just me!" Heiji and Damian looked to one another. Slowly lowering his weapon Aellun caught eye of the face of the person who stood across. "Eljan-kun? What are you doing down here? You were instructed to stay in the control room." "Wait, you know him?" questioned Damian taking a step. Eljan waved. "Hiya, nice to meet cha'." Aellun would confirm the asked. "This here is Eljan, Eljan Hirata." "Hirata? You mean like the captain?" "That'd be right, the cap'n is my father," Eljan relayed. He then looked in the direction of Heiji "But forget about all that, you're here!" Heiji raised a hand, pointing to himself as if to seek confirmation. "Huuuhhmmm.. Me?" "Yessir! I'm like, your biggest fan ever!" Eljan raced over, grabbing hold of Heiji's hand he vigorously shook it. "It is an absolute honor to finally meet you. I.. I still can't believe it, I'm shaking hands with the great detective from the west!" Any doubt from before Heiji now knew who this was. "So this must be the birthday guy." Damian was rather humored by it all. "So Hattori has his very own fan boy, lovely." "I have so many questions I want to ask!" Eljan continued. "Where to even begin?!" "Not to turn you down or anything, but now isn't the best time," Heiji kindly shot down. "Well since no one has asked the obvious then I'll inquire it for myself. Through the duration of this cruise where have you been?" Crossing his arms Damian stared up at the newcomer. "I was in the bridge," Eljan conveyed. "Bridge, as in the Pilothouse?" "Yep." Damian kept pressing for more. "What were you doing in the Pilothouse? Were you alone?" Eljan was becoming increasingly uneasy. "What's with all the questions?" "Standard procedure for a situation like the one we're dealing with," Heiji explained. Wishing for an answer himself Heiji asked for a second time. "Was anyone in the bridge with you?" Eljan shook his head. "After that body was discovered my father left the room and asked for me to stay put until the situation was resolved." "How did you learn of the hanging man?" asked Heiji out of curiosity. "While not as many, like the security room we have a set of TV screens in the bridge that feedback footage of things happening in specific areas on the ship," Eljan revealed. "What an unexpected way to celebrate your birthday with a murder mystery in the mist," Heiji commented. "Huh?" Aellun expressed a look of surprise. "Is that true Eljan-kun? Is today really your birthday?" Eljan gave the confirming nod. "You bet." He then faced Heiji with a look of astonishment on his face. "But how did you know? Gee.. you might just be the world's greatest detective!" "Doubtful to the highest degree," mumbled Damian. Heiji laughed at complimented. "As much as I'd love to say I deduced that very fact, that would be untrue. It was actually the captain who told me, your father." "Wait.. he told you?" "He knew you were a huge fan of mine, thus as a surprise for your birthday he invited me on this cruise so you could meet me," Heiji relayed. "Sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances." "You kidding?!" Eljan's fists tightened. "Not only do I stand within your company, I.. I get to watch you solve a case first hand!" Heiji showcased a half smile of surprise. "This guy does realize a murder is involved right?" It was all starting to come together in Damian's mind. "That would explain why no one really saw Hattori for the duration of the first part of the cruise, clearly he was instructed by Captain Hirata to stay out of sight." Not a moment more movement was heard from behind. This grabbed all focus. "It's Yuriko-san," Aellun noted. "She's moving," added Heiji. Refocusing back to the matter at hand the three strolled back to where she laid. Watching on in anticipation Eljan rubbed his hands together. "I can't believe it, I actually get to watch Hattori-sama tackle a case live!" Finding a spot beside her Aellun held out his hand, as expected Yuriko grabbed hold of it. Pulling upward Aellun helped her to her knees. "Konya-san, are you ok?" "I.. I think so," replied Yuriko who rubbed the back of her head. Damian would not waste any time in pressing for information. "What happened?" Looking up Yuriko delivered what she could. "It happened so suddenly. One moment I was walking, and the next.. there was a struggle behind." "So you were walking in front of Yasu-san on your way back?" Heiji was left to assume. Yuriko gave the confirming nod. "When I turned around to see what was going on all I saw was that book of hers laying on the ground," Yuriko pointed. Heiji's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, taking into account all that was being relayed. "Then what happened?" "At that point I freaked, so.. so I screamed," Yuriko said. "And that must have been when you got knocked over from behind," Aellun concluded. "Perhaps.." "Question is, why take Yasu-san and leave you behind?" Aellun questioned. "Clearly their quarrel is with Oehi, whoever is behind this," Damian noted. "What we need to answer is if this is all tied to our hanging man." "Given the circumstance, I'm almost inclined to say it is. But we won't know until further investigation," said Heiji. "Whatever the case we better hurry and solve this, I don't believe this is over, not by a long shot." The following second Eljan caught sight of a light, one that sprung from the far end of the hall. "Hey guys, hate to interrupt, but it looks like someone is coming." Taking note of this Aellun stood back to his feet, flashing his light's ray in the pointed direction. "Know who it is?" asked Damian. "Can't tell just yet," Aellun replied. Watching closely he made out who it was as the gap closed. "Oh, it's just Nenjo-kun." "That's one of the cooks right?" Heiji asked. "Correct. He went to go and check the electric panel to see what's been going on with these lights." "Given they're still off I'd conclude his travels amounted to nothing," Damian remarked. "Nenjo-kun, were you able to determine the source of the problem?" Aellun asked. "I was," the cook confirmed. "It appears we're dealing with disconnected wiring." "Disconnected wiring? You mean as if it were cut intentionally?" Nenjo shook his head. "It looks more like it suffered from ware over time. I'd suggest we stay out of that room until someone with experience can go and check it out, there were open wires swinging about, last thing we want is for someone to get hurt. This is all unfortunate given what's been happening." Damian was suspicious. "No way is this coincidence. Some point this evening someone cut those wires." There was no one who could convince him differently. By this time Aellun had turned his sights back on Yuriko. "Can you stand?" "I.. I think so." With a helping hand Aellun helped Yuriko to her feet. "Thank you kind sir." "Let's all head back to the cafeteria, I'd rather we not stand around here," Aellun said. No objections came. Following his lead everyone returned to the cafeteria where they were immediately greeted by the captain. "What happened out there? I was getting worried when you bunch didn't return within the minute," Aldor voiced. "Yuriko-san was attacked, but she's ok for the most part," Heiji conveyed all while shinning a light on Yuriko to showcase her presence. Spotting her friend from across the way Chiasa dashed over into the frame of things. "Yuriko! Are you ok?!" There was a notable relief to be found upon her face. Yuriko responded with an assuring nod. "I'm fine Chiasa. Just a silly hit over the head is all." "Heya; why don't you come over and have a seat? You shouldn't be standing right now." Taking charge Chiasa lead her friend over to one of the many of the tables in the clear. Aldor took a deep breath in relief. "What about the other young lady who traveled to the bathroom as well?" "You mean Yasu-san? That's still up in the air. We can only assume whoever attacked Yuriko-san took her with them," Aellun concluded. This infuriated Aldor. "Dammit! And to think all of this is happening on my watch! On.. on my ship!" "Never you worry captain, I will get to the bottom of this. You have my word," Aellun promised. The security guard then made a move to grab hold of his walkie talkie. Nenjo curiously looked his way. "Who are you calling?" "Yumin," Aellun replied. "He needs an update on the current situation." "Makes sense." "Don't sweat it dad," said Eljan who stepped to the front. "Don't forget we've got the best from the west on our side. No way Hattori-sama won't be able to solve this." "Eljan?!" Aldor was most notably surprised. "What are you doing here?! I specifically told you not to leave the-" "You never told me Hattori-sama was on board. No way I was going to sit around after seeing him appear on the camera feed. I.. I just had to meet him!" "Well as you can see the cats out of the bag, so to speak," Heiji noted. Aldor huffed. "I guess this is one way for my son to meet his idol, no matter who unprecedented it may be." Watching from a distance away Kiyoshi and Saburo couldn't help but notice the absence of a certain someone. Wanting nothing more than to seek answers the pair headed over where they were immediately crossed up by the captain. "What seems to be the problem gentlemen?" Aldor asked. "Yo, where Yasu at?" asked Kiyoshi. "She should have come back by now." Aldor was at a loss for words how to respond. "Well, you see.." Stepping in, Heiji left it to himself to explain the situation. "Here's how it is guys. When returning from the bathroom Yasu-chan along with Yuri-" Aldor would interrupt him. "Hattori-kun, I don't think telling them th-" "We were wrong for withholding information for what was going on from the moment the hanging man was discovered. That ends now." Heiji turned to face the two once more. "Your friend Yasu-san, while she and Yuriko-san were making their way back here they were attacked. We found Yuriko-san lying on the ground." "Yasu, what about Yasu?!" Saburo exclaimed. "Nowhere to be found. We can only assume whomever attacked took Yasu-san with them, for reasons we don't know at the moment," Heiji said. "Then if someone took her, then what are we doing standing around here FOR?!" Saburo shouted. The uproar in speech grabbed the attention of all who were unaware of what was going on. "I wonder what that guy is screaming about?" Kiku said. "Whatever it is it doesn't sound good," Shou voiced. Learning of what conspired there was no way Kiyoshi would not go in search of his friend. "Screw this! If someone has Yasu there aint no way I'm sitting around doing nothin'!" "Right with ya bro," Saburo stated. Without so much as a warning the two set their sights on the door. Only making minimal progress forward Aellun stepped up, blocking their path in attempt to plea with the duo. "Please, you mustn't leave the room. As it stands now we're not entirely certain what is going on right now." "So we're supposed to sit here and do nothing?!" Kiyoshi snapped. "That is not what I was suggesting. Yumin and I are doing all we can to-" "We all seen just how great that's been working out," interjected Saburo. He turned to his comrade. "Let's bounce, Yasu needs our help." "Right behind ya," Kiyoshi backed. Aellun stood firm in his stance. "I'm sorry, but I can't allow either of you leave this room." "Good look with that," said Kiyoshi as he and Saburo pushed past him with moderate difficulty. Captain Aldor watched in despair. "Aellun you can't let them leave this room, if anything happens to them as well I.." "There's not much I could do, no way I could hold both of them back." Aellun for the second time in the past minute radioed the other security guard. "Yumin we've got another problem, you copy?" By this time a number of people were now making their way over, clearly wanting an explanation for what was happening now. Among them was Anna along with her son Samuel. "What's happening now? I demand an explanation!" Anna shouted. "What was with those two just now? Why did they storm out like that?" Kiku was just as curious for what lead to their untimely departure. At this point there was no denying the events that had taken place. "According to Konya-san's given statement on her way back from the bathroom she and Oehi-san were engaged by someone, ultimately with a struggle ensuing," Aldor explained. "That explains the scream we heard." Anna put one and two together. Aoko had strolled over as well. "Shouldn't someone be out there looking for her?" "It will be so. The rest of you I want to remain in this room until the situation is resolved in full. Is that.." Aellun brought his speech to a halt upon spotting four different individuals making a move toward the exit. "Hey! You heard the captain, no one leaves this room!" Damian's eyes flashed in the direction of the person who was now looking to make an exit. The person was none other than Bane. Accompanying him was Bird, Trogg, and the mystery woman he had yet to identify. "What is he up to now?" When Aelluns efforts failed Captain Aldor tried his hand at getting the attention of those who were looking to leave. "Hey, didn't you all hear? No one is to leave this room!" Only taking another step Bane came to a complete stop, his peers elected to do the same. Motioning his head he locked eyes with the captain. "I will no longer limit my energies to this secluded space. You need not worry about us," said Bane. "You can't leave. There's a clear danger aboard this ship, the last thing we want is for anyone else to get hurt," Aellun explained. Bane was not in the least bit concerned. "Let us pray that this person is lucky enough not to cross me, yes?" There were too many moving parts, so much to account for. It was almost as if he was missing a piece to the puzzle. But what? Perhaps having a mind for collaboration could help unravel that mystery. Damian was ready to swallow his pride for the case at hand. Mitsuhiko watched as Damian put distance between them. "Where are you going Damian-kun?" Mistsuhiko asked. "Stay there. This won't take long," Damian replied. From there Bane set his sights back on the door. As he set out to o he along with the rest of his crew exited the room. Aoko was in disbelief. "So they're just going to let them walk out like that?" Kaito shrugged. "Can you really blame them? Doubt they could restrain the big guy, even if they tried. The man's a complete brute." Kaito could see it in her eyes. Aoko was becoming growingly worried. The thought of it was now front and center on his mind. What was going on? As he had before Aellun radioed a message to the other security guard on duty. "Yumin is up to speed on everything that has been going on from our side of things. I'm going to head out and meet him on the top deck." "Where is he now?" Aldor asked. "He is currently on his way to the backup power panel to switch on the emergency lights." "I see." "Listen, in light of everything that has occurred, I don't think you should be traveling the halls on your own," Heiji said. Aellun nodded. "Would you like to assist me?" "Not yet, there is still something I have to do." Eljan couldn't let the opportunity slip. "Count me in. I'll go with you." Aldor glared. "No you're not! You'll be staying in the cafeteria along with everyone else." "Oh come on dad, this is a once in a life time experience!" Eljan argued. "I may never get the chance to help with something like this." "You're staying here, and that's final!" Aldor snapped. "This is something I have to disagree on captain. Of everyone Eljan is one of the few who know this ship well," Heiji spoke. "I think it would be in your best interest to allow your son to assist Aellun-san." "You really think so huh?" "I do." Aldor took a couple seconds to decide on the matter. "Very well. Eljan, you will walk with Aellun." Eljan was most pleased. "Thanks dad." "Keep your eyes peeled, and don't drop your guard. Anything goes south call me, got it?" "That's a guarantee," replied Aellun giving the thumbs up. With that sorted out Aellun turned to Eljan. "You ready?" He nodded. "I am." The two would press on from there. Aldor was surprised by Heiji's decision. "Why did you elect not to go? What is it you still have to do?" "I'd like to have a word with a few of the passengers before I leave," Heiji responded. This came as a surprise. "We already questioned everyone. What could you possibly want to ask anyone that hasn't already been covered?" "Perhaps we weren't asking the right questions." Heiji paused. "Besides, I found something interesting regarding one of Aellun's encounters from before." "What? With whom?" "Kaito-kun," Heiji replied before pushing onward. "Wait.. what was so intriguing about what was spoken between the two of them?" Unfortunately Aldor would not get an answer. Watching him carefully as he approached it didn't take long for Kaito to notice who the detective had his eyes set on. "He's coming towards us," Aoko noted. "Ya.. but why," Kaito wondered. There could only be one reason in Aoko's mind. "He must have more questions for us." Kaito looked to his friend. "They already questioned us before. What more could they possibly want to ask?" "I don't know?" Kaito stared over his friend. "Hey, you still haven't told me the real reason why you invited me on this cruise." Before she had a chance to respond Heiji made his presence known. "Yo Kuroba-san, mind if I have a word with you for a quick sec? This won't take long." Kaito shrugged. "Why not?" The pair stepped off to the side where no one was within ten feet of them. "Lay it to me, what do you want to ask?" "There's just something I wanted to follow up with you about." "Ok.." "When you spoke with Aellun-san before you mentioned crossing a masked man outside of the computer room?" Kaito gave the go-ahead nod. "That'd be right." "The mask in question, can you explain it for me?" "What do you mean?" "What did it look like?" replied Heiji giving clarification. "A hygiene mask, right?" "Damian-kun?" Heiji shifted focus. "Is that your specialty, appearing out of nowhere?" "Am I right Kuroba?" Damian asked ignoring Heiji. Kaito nodded. "That's right! You see that guy too?" "His name is Manabu Yoneda," Damian relayed. "Tsuburaya and I watched as he boarded the ship earlier." "So Yoneda-san had a mask on since the start of the cruise, I see," Heiji said. "Did not see him myself." "You guys thinking the masked guy is the one behind the killing?" Kaito asked. "Can't say for sure, though he's certainly a person of interest," Heiji replied. "I don't want to draw any conclusions until we have all of the facts." Joining the fray was Mitsuhiko. "Speaking of facts there is something you need to know." "Hmm.. what is it?" "I need to tell you-" Damian would cut in before he could finish. "Hold on, just what do you plan on telling him?" "Everything," Mitsuhiko replied. "He needs to know. If there is anyone who can help solve this it's him. He's like.. the second best detective I know." Heiji's eyes narrowed. "Second best?" Mitsuhiko looked up at Heiji ready to reveal everything. "The man we found hanging in the armory, well.. I kinda saw him before he was placed on the ship." Heiji was shocked, as was Kaito. "Hold, say again?" "It'd be best if I started from the beginning. Honestly it was never my intent to be on this ship," Mitsuhiko began. "I was supposed to meet up with Conan-kun and the others over at the Dr. Agasa's." "What altered your plans?" asked Heiji. "Well on my way over I saw someone, a suspicious man. He was wearing a tan coat that had a hood, baggy clothing, and a pair of shades. What made it so strange was the weather, it was really nice out." "And your suspicions lead to you following this man?" Heiji assumed. Mitsuhiko gave the confirming nod. "I followed him for several blocks until they finally reached their destination outside of some construction site. Obviously I kept out of sight," Mitsuhiko continued. "After like a couple minutes of waiting another guy showed up. That's where things started to get interesting." "Can't wait to hear this." "So this man to show up his carrying this silver brief case right, and he says to the other guy 'I'm sure you're anxious to know what I have for you this time?'.." This was very telling in Heiji's mind. "Clearly there is some a level of familiarity between the two. Which leads to this, what was inside the briefcase?" "Not what anyone would expect. It was perfume." A dumbfounded Heiji was speechless. ".. Perfume?" "Ya, he claimed it was the newest addition to their perfume brand. He also went on to say it would be perfect for tonight's occasion, and something about retribution coming full circle," Mitsuhiko explained. "That right?" Heiji thought deep on everything that had been relayed. "The perfumes in question, was there anything spoken about the product specifically?" "Yep. While not much, he did have a name for each canister. The first he called.. I think it was 'The Sweet Death of Quicksand'." "And the second?" "Second Life," Mitsuhiko recalled. "At that point I figured the only thing I had walked in on was a perfume sale, and with that I was about to leave." "And did you?" "Well, ummmmm, things got really tricky from there. You see the guy in the business suit said he had something else he wanted to show the other guy. At that moment they began walking in my direction and.." "What happened?" Mitsuhiko exhaled deeply. "I panicked. The truck I was hiding behind, instead of running I decided to hop into the back that was open at the time." "A genius move," Damian sarcastically remarked. Kaito who had been listening on as well grinned, having an idea for what happened next. "Let me guess, you ended up getting locked inside that truck?" "Once the guy started driving I tried to scream to let them know someone was back there, but no one could hear me. It was almost as if it was sound proof or something." Heiji took mind of that very detail. "Did you try reaching someone using your phone?" "I did. But for some reason there was no service inside that trailer." If there wasn't a reason for suspicion before, there was now. "While I was locked away it didn't take long for me to breathe in a strong odor, one I was familiar with; Clorox." "Clorox? As in bleach?" Heiji asked. "Yes. My first thought was maybe it was product stashed inside the truck somewhere, cus's there were a lot of boxes you know," Mitshuhiko explained. "To keep a long story short during my trip in that truck a large crate fell over at some point, there is no way I could have been prepared to find what was inside." "What was it, a body?" Kaito jokingly asked. Mitsuhiko nodded in confirmation. "It was." Kaito was beyond shocked. "You've got to be kidding me." "Believe it or not the body I discovered inside that trailer was the same man that ended up hanging in the armory of this very ship," Mitsuhiko revealed. "I'm not sure how relevant this detail is, but when I initially discovered the body he was completely naked, not clothed like how he was found in the armory." "Someone obviously took the time to dress him. That only further enforces the fact of a hidden message," Heiji said. "The question to ask; for whom?" "You got me." Mitsuhiko was as clueless on that front. "Anyway, eventually that truck came to a stop. In the process of it all I managed to exit the truck undetected after it was unlocked, it was then that I witnessed that businessman that I mentioned before, hand the crate over to another man, a Stevedore, who then transported the body onto this ship." "And that concludes his journey to how he ended up here," Damian said. Heiji did not speak, opting to remain silent for several seconds. Mitsuhiko did not know how to feel about this. "Is something the matter?" "I must inquire, two things actually." Heiji faced him. "The person you initially followed, you never saw their face right?" Mitsuhiko shook his head. "I was unable to." This led to the second. "They speak any?" "Huh..?" "You gave a rundown of everything the second man said; but what of the person you initially followed? Did they ever speak at any point?" "Well.." Mitsuhiko took a couple moments to think back on the asked. "Now that you mention it, no, I don't think he did." Damian rolled his eyes. "Hardly see how that holds any relevance." Heiji proceeded to asking the second question on mind. "Mitsuhiko-kun, you believed the truck you were riding inside was transporting shipments right? My question is this, did you catch the name brand on the side of the truck? Or even a logo?" Mitsuhiko responded with the immediate nod. "Travelway. I saw the print on the side of the truck after I managed to escape." "Great, we're making headway," Heiji thought to himself. Kaito was ready to chime in. "You followed the shipment onto this ship right? So is it possible you might know who the person was to handle the crate after it was placed onto this ship?" Mitsuhiko shook his head. "By the time I got to the storage room the body had already been removed." "The only thing to find was an empty cooler," added Damian. "What's that? An empty cooler?" Heiji was surprised to learn this. "If the body was inside a cooler than that would further distort the actual time of death of Lukmar Xiene." Things were becoming growingly complex by the second. "From that point on me and Damian-kun went up to the top deck, our goal was to look over everyone who boarded, of course with the intent to see if anyone appeared to be suspicious. By that we could determine who was behind all of that." Mitsuhiko informed. "And what did your sightings amount to?" Heiji asked. He followed that up by pulling out a notepad as he prepared to jot down any notable details. "Not many stood out except for a selective few," Damian replied. "Manabu Yoneda, simply because of what he was wearing. The only others to prompt question at first sight in my mind was Yasu Oehi and her two travel mates. Call it an inner vibe, I just felt they were up to something." "I didn't have the luxury of crossing Yoneda-san myself, so could you describe to me what he was wearing?" Heiji placed the pen's tip atop the paper. Thinking back Damian listed all that he could remember. "For starters he was wearing a ski cap, in this weather If anyone won the award for the; 'look at me I'm a suspect' it was him. Outside of that he sported a thick coat, a set of shades, and a hygiene mask." "That's him! That's the guy I spotted hanging outside of the computer room," Kaito noted. "I'm sure of it." Heiji was sure to list that in his notes before going on to ask another question. "Damian-kun, what of everyone else? What did your observations bring of the rest who you watched board?" Damian didn't see a point. "Does any of that really matter?" "Something seemingly irrelevant could in turn be the key to solving a case. I speak that fact from experience." Heiji responded. Damian shrugged. "In order of the way they boarded; first was Lukmar Xiene, or rather his imposter. The guard asked for his name, they gave it, that was it. Nothing noteworthy. Next was the newlyweds and the blind guy; Taro, Kiku, and Katsuo Yanagi. Everything seemed genuine, Taro introduced everyone, they continued on from there." "Got it," said Heiji writing it down. "Dellmara appeared next. There wasn't much of an exchange outside of her showing identification. Neour Cheon reported soon after, like Dellmara he showed ID and that was it," Damian recalled. "Following them up was Manabu Yoneda, he didn't even need to speak to register to the radar of suspicious." "I can't imagine why," Heiji sarcastically remarked. "Tsuburaya suggested we follow him, but given everyone had yet to board at the time I opted against such a decision, and besides if he had caught onto us trailing him who know what that would have triggered," Damian said. "After our masked friend trotted off Reira Jo and her body guard showed face." "And to think Damian-kun had never heard of Jo-san before tonight," Mitsuhiko stated. "An irrelevant point," muttered Damian before flipping things back to the matter at hand. "The person to appear next on the ramp was Hepperway, the woman who is currently missing." "What was your first impression of her?" asked Heiji. "Hrrmm.. Like most she didn't speak much, after confirming her ID she was allowed on. I can only assume discovering that body put her in a state of shock." "Fair assessment." "Yasu, Kiyoshi, and Saburo boarded next," Damian continued. "Shortly after came Anna and her young son, Samuel." "Umhm." Heiji jotted that information down as well. "The duo to travel up the ramp next was Kuroba here and his girlfriend," Damian continued. Kaito's eyes spun. "Time out! Hold on, Aoko is not my girlfriend." Damian looked at him. "Is she not your friend?" "Of course. She just happens to be a girl who is a friend," Kaito said in his own defense. "Who boarded next?" Heiji asked. "That would be Chiasa-chan and Yuriko-chan," Mitsuhiko replied. "I can't remember all that was said between them, though after they boarded I do remember Chiasa-chan questioning Yuriko-chan about her hair." "Her hair?" "Ya, I guess it was wet for some reason. Don't know why, but whatever the reason it got a laugh out of Chiasa-chan." "Another bit of information that no one cares to know," Damian said. "Anyway, those two were the last to board. Anyone else not mentioned was already on the ship before we started count," Damian informed. "Of course." Heiji was sure to add that to his list of growing notes. A number of seconds past before he was to speak again. "I have one more question. Outside of your sightings of those who boarded, did either of you spot or hear anything that you would deem.. noteworthy?" Damian and Mitsuhiko looked to one another, before facing him once more. "I got nothing," Mitsuhiko said. Heiji then pressed sole focus on Damian. "What about you? Think hard, it could be anything.. something seemingly unimportant as the sound of a whistle." Damian blinked. "What do you want me to say? That I heard a loud splash next to the ship?" "Did you?" "I might have." Heiji placed the pen firmly upon the page. "When?" "Is this guy serious right now?" Damian couldn't believe it. Hoping to satisfy his suspicions he replied. "The first loud splash I heard was shortly after Taro Toda and his family stepped onto the ship, and the second-" "The second? There was another loud splash?" "That one came after Hepperway boarded," Damian confirmed. "Don't see how any of that matters, unless you believe some large fish are in on this scheme." Mitsuhiko chuckled. "Outside of what happened during the boarding process is there anything else you two have to add?" Heiji asked. Mitsuhiko shook his head. "Nope. Nothing comes to mind." "Damian-kun?" He took a couple seconds to think hard on the asked. "Actually, yes," Damian answered. "When we were in the recreation center I overheard a conversation between Neour Cheon and someone else.. a woman. What was said between the two? Well, let's just say it was interesting." "Huh? When did that happen?" Mitsuhiko had no recollection of such an event. "It was when I walked up to the second level, you know.. where I asked for you to remain at the bottom of the staircase." Mitsuhiko snapped a finger. "Oh, so that's when this happened." "You said you heard them, were you not able to see them as well?" asked Heiji who sought clarification. "The door leading to the track on the second level of the gym was locked, so I could only hear them," Damian explained. "Obviously I was able to make out Cheon's voice." "Tell me, what did you hear?" Heiji readied himself for what was to come. "While the full details of it all are still unknown to me, there was a level of distress heard in the woman's words specifically," Damian said. "She mentioned something about it not being a coincidence Cheon, herself, and a few others ended up on this cruise together; even going as far as to refer to some event that happened seven years ago for the reasoning behind their gathering." "Ok.. that's an unexpected twist," Mitsuhiko said. "You said the woman mentioned a few others. Did you manage to catch names?" Heiji was hopeful. "Naba and Mar-kun," Damian answered. "I can only assume those are nick names for two passengers who are currently on this ship." "Did the two go further into detail about this.. event that occurred seven years ago?" "If they did I wouldn't have heard. It was around that time that Hepperway discovered Xiene's hanging body, and of course her screams drew me away from what was being discussed behind those doors." "I see." After accounting for that bit of information Heiji elevated his sights elsewhere. "Kuroba-kun I've got a couple more questions for you if you don't mind." "Ask away," Kaito accepted. "We've already covered the details of our masked friend. I want to take a step back. Can you go over everything that happened leading up to that moment? No need to be detailed, a brief summary if you will." Kaito shrugged, he had no problem with this. "After receiving my room card that's where I headed, along with Aoko. Of course we split given we had separate rooms," Kaito began. "It was after reaching my door that I crossed Chiasa-chan and Yuriko-chan for the first time. After a brief exchange with them I entered my room." "When you spoke with Aellun-san before you alluded to falling asleep for a time, how long would you say that was for?" "I don't know.. twenty, thirty minutes maybe? The thrilling part was that sound that woke me, ya, glass shattering." Heiji found himself drawn in by the claimed. "You heard the sound of glass shattering?" "I was certain it came from outside, so I stepped out onto the balcony." "And..?" "Nothing… I don't know, maybe I was just hearing things. Not long after I heard the shower from the room next to mine. Maybe that's where the glass sound originated?" Kaito assumed. "After gathering myself I left the room, and that's the part where I spotted Manabu-san, our masked man." "I see." Heiji stroke each detail in fine print. "And from there you headed to the pool room?" "After a couple of twists and turns, yes, I eventually made it there," Kaito confirmed. Heiji took that final note. "Oh kay." Kaito crossed his arms. "Anything else you got detective?" Heiji shook his head. "I have no further enquires. If the three of you don't mind I would like this little discussion of ours to stay between us, at least for now." This surprised Mitsuhiko. "Aren't you going to tell the security guards at least?" "At this given time I will refrain from doing so, at least until I'm certain Yumin-san and Aellun-san are not involved," Heiji stated in response. Mitsuhiko was stunned. "Wh.. what?! You think they have something to do with what has been happening?" "I can't say for sure. But if there is one thing to consider, it is the possibility of there being an inside person," Heiji said. "Someone among this cruises' staff is involved in some kind of capacity." "Now that's what you call an unexpected twist," Kaito remarked. "Do you really believe that?" asked Mitsuhiko who inched a half step closer. Heiji would elaborate on his declaration. "Think about it.. the technical difficulties some surveillance cameras have been having on certain floors on this ship, most recently with the blackout of the lights. Coincidence? I don't think so. Whoever is behind this has some knowledge about how this ship operates down to its blueprint." "Your prime suspects the two security guards?" Damian asked. "Captain Hirata, the two cooks, both Aellun-san and Yumin-san, and yes, even the captain's son; they are all equals in terms of possible involvement from where it stands now," Heiji replied. "There is still too much unknown to determine ones guilt." "I imagine since you're sharing this with us bunch you believe we're innocent in all of this?" Kaito assumed. "That would be fair." With nothing more to add Heiji turned his back to the four. "Remember, keep what we discussed just between us." "Where are you going?" Mitsuhiko asked. "The investigation must continue," Heiji simply put. The three watched as the teen detective marched toward the center of the room. Mitsuhiko locked in on his every move. "What does he plan on doing now?" Kaito shrugged. "Maybe a toast?" "Doubtful," said Mitsuhiko. Unknown to them Damian strolled off as well. Once making way to the sought spot Heiji held up the book he had discovered in the hallway. "Can I have everyone's attention?!" Surveying the room Heiji continued only after noting all eyes were now on him. "This book here, I want you all to take a close look." Anna crossed her arms across her chest. "Now just what is this about?" "You got me," said Aoko who was just as clueless on the matter. "Do any of you recognize this book? If you don't have a clear view, feel free to come closer," Heiji continued. Of everyone who stood in the room Kiku Toda and Taro Toda were the first to move forward. Neither recognized the booklet. "I can't say that I've seen that book before," Taro said tilting his glasses "Nor have I," Kiku said. Heiji nodded. "Thanks for having a look." The next to approach was Rosetta who was shaking her head as she closed in. "Never seen that in my life." Matching her eyes with his she inquired further on the matter. "What does this book have to do with anything?" "This book, I found it lying on the ground. No more than a couple feet away from where Yuriko-san was discovered out in the hall," Heiji relayed. Without warning Reira Jo strolled into the center of things with something to add herself. "That booklet, is that Yasu-chan's ? I could have sworn I saw her with that while we were in the bathroom? That has to be her copy." Anna looked at her curiously. "Excuse me, what do you mean by copy?" "A year book for Pinkelton High from our senior year of high school," Reira explained. "Yasu had one with her earlier." This came as a surprise. "You and Yasu-san went to school together?" Heiji wanted to be sure he heard her right. "We did." "Was not expecting that." Heiji was pleased to learn this. "You're sure this very year book belongs to Yasu-san?" "Well, there is one way to know for sure." Reira motioned forward. Upon reaching him she held out a hand. "May I?" Hesitant at first, Heiji handed it over. Now in hand she began flipping through the pages. Heiji was understandably curious. "What are you doing?" "Hold on this won't take long." Reira continued to move from one page to the next, eventually stopping. "Here! Yep, there is no question, this copy belongs to Yasu." The book was handed back to Heiji who immediately looked down at the presented page. "What am I supposed to be looking at?" "My signature," Reira pointed out. "Yasu asked for me to sign, see, right under my picture. I even gave her one of my special edition pens." Heiji noticed a picture of Yasu Oehi as well, clarifying what he had suspected. "So you were classmates after all?" Reira gave the confirming nod. "I wouldn't lie to you detective." Heiji dropped focus back to the book in hand, what he could come to discover would be very telling. Surfing over the several names and faces on the set page he stumbled upon the unexpected "Cheon Neour?! No way, he went to school with them as well." Was it possible that someone else on board the Sunshine had a connection to the Pinkelton High graduates from seven years ago? Coming to the final name at the bottom of the page Heiji would have that question answered. "Xiene Lukmar!" A look of shock now resided on the young detectives mind. It wasn't long before Reira noticed. "Is something wrong?" Now in deep thought Heiji lowered the book aside. "The Pinkelton High graduates from seven years ago aboard this ship; Yasu Oehi, Neour Cheon, Reira Jo, and the deceased Lukmar Xiene. Damian-kun mentioned overhearing Cheon-san discussing something with a woman that happened seven years ago, a conversation that hinted at some level of distress." Heiji began pacing, stringing it all together piece by piece. "What exactly happened seven years ago? Could it be those events are directly tied to what has been unfolding tonight? With every reveal I get one step closer to the truth. Xiene-san is dead and Oehi-san is missing. That leaves Jo-san and Cheon-san as the prime suspects.. still, I can't help but feel. There is something missing. What is it?" To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 30 Mystery aboard the Cruiser: Part Three The grounds covering the school, the park, and even the arcade; no matter where they searched there was no sign of their friend. Conan's concern was now on the edge of its peek. Where was Mitsuhiko? "We've looked everywhere you guys," said Genta. "Where could he be?" "I dunno."" Ayumi was just as worried. Verbal input was unneeded. It was clear Conan felt the same. "He's not at home and failed to meet up with the rest of us like we planned hours ago. We've accounted for all places Mitsuhiko would have likely gone." Now juggling with his inner thoughts Conan brought a hand to his chin. "As much as I hate to admit it, other possibilities have to be considered." The scenario that stood at the top of his mind, kidnapping. If that were the case at the very least they had a set timeline for when it could have occurred along with an idea of where it would have to of occurred. "At some point Mitsuhiko left his house with the intent of meeting us at Agasa's. That's a twenty minute time window, since it would have taken around that time for him to reach the Doc's place." "Hey Conan, what-cha thinking about?" Ayumi asked. Knocked off of his mark Conan responded. "I was just considering the possibility that-" "Guys, standing here won't get us anywhere," interjected Genta. "We need to keep looking!" "But where do we go from here?" asked Ayumi. Genta responded by rubbing the top of his head. "Well.. I hadn't thought that far ahead yet." While Conan hadn't realized it before he noticed that there was one missing from their ranks. "Haibara.." Taking a half step back he turned to spot Ai who stood alone a number of feet away next to a tree. "She's on the phone, who is she talking to?" Curious, Conan walked over. "Conan, where you going?" Genta enquired. Ayumi wasted no time in trailing him. "Let's follow." Finding no reason to object Genta too tagged along. The trio soon reached the large tree in the clear, joining Haibara who had since placed the phone away. Conan asked the questioned that loomed. "Who were you speaking with?" "Dr. Agasa," replied Haibara. "It would seem he received a call from Mitsuhiko's mother." "And?" "Mitsuhiko is fine," replied Haibara pleased to convey. Both Genta and Ayumi cheered in happiness while Conan sighed in relief. "Where was he?" "Well according to Agasa he is currently aboard a cruiser," Haibara relayed. This was not what any of them were expecting to hear. "A cruiser? Like a ship?!" Genta asked. Haibara nodded. "Um hm." This brought yet another question. "What is Mitsuhiko doing on a cruiser?" Conan questioned. In no way was he expecting to get an answer. "There has to be a reason why he didn't tell anyone." "The details of that weren't completely given, at least not to Agasa," Hairbara responded. "The reason we didn't hear from him sooner was because the battery on his phone burned out." "How was he able to contact his parents then?" asked Genta. "He borrowed a phone from someone who was also on that cruiser, someone of familiarity to us all." Conan blinked an eye. "Who?" Haibara revealed the name in question. "Our detective friend from the west." There was no mistaking whom she spoke of. Conan knew exactly who it was. "Hattori.." "I wish I was on a cruiser," Ayumi spoke. "Me too," Genta backed. "He's probably having the time of his life." Haibara looked to the sky. "It's dark. I think it would be best if we all headed home. The last thing we want is for the rest of your folks to start worrying." "You're right about that," said Genta who looked down at his watch. "My dad will probably call to check up on me anytime now." "We've had enough excitement for one evening. We'll all head home, we can meet back sometime tomorrow," Conan said. Genta was the first to take off. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." Haibara stayed at Ayumi's side as the two strolled along. "I'll walk you home," Haibara accompanied. This left Conan who went his separate way. While relieved, he still had multiple questions for how and why his friend was on a cruiser, and with Heiji Hattori of all people. "Just what is going on?" … The process was soon to begin. Holding a picture high into the air Aellun made an announcement for all to hear. "This here is a photo of the missing passenger. I will now call each of you up individually for you to take a closer look." Aellun wasted no time in signaling for the first person to join him at his position in the room. "And you are?" began Aellun as he looked over the listed names in hand. "Inaba Shou," the man relayed. Gaining that bit of information Aellun pressed to the matter at hand, starting off by holding out the mentioned photo for him to take a look at. "You see this man?" Shou responded with an immediate nod. "After boarding myself, he was the first guest I encountered." "And did the two of you exchange words at any point?" "That would be a no sir." "And by any chance did you happen spot him anytime tonight after the initial time the two of you crossed?" Shou shook his head. "Outside of my first ten minutes on this ship, haven't seen the kid since." "I see." Aellun was now ready to press for the real topic of interest. "Tell me Inaba-san, I'd like a rundown of how your evening has gone since this cruise launched." "If you're looking for an exciting story then you have definitely come to the wrong guy," Shou said as he leaned his head into the cushion of his hands behind. "While everyone else headed for the lower levels for activity I remained at top deck, doing what I do every year when I ride the Sunshine, observing the sea." One line interested Aellun. "Excuse me, every year you said?" Shou nodded. "Ehm hm. For the past eleven years I have made it a priority to ride this ship at this time of year." "Why's that?" "It started with my uncle when I was just a boy, he brought me along for a cruise, told me every ride out at sea is a unique adventure in itself.. just to watch the stream of the fish below, the waves of the sea even." Shou paused, looking to the ceiling in those silent filled moments before facing him once more. "He passed eight years ago unfortunately. Even with him gone, this is something I have chosen to continue. Call it tradition if you will." "I imagine you two were close. Sorry for your loss." "No one lives forever." ".. So, at no point did you leave the main deck?" "Not until this gathering." "I see. Tell me, you hear or see anything up top you would have deemed out of place or unexpected?" Shou shook his head. "No, I can't say that I did." Having nothing more to ask of him Aellun cut him loose. "You can go and stand back where you were before. I have no further questions for you." Understanding the situation Shou nodded before doing just that. Aellun wasted no time in waving over the next person to question. "Your name.. you're Kiyoshi-san correct?" The man now standing across from him would nod in confirmation. "Ya, that's right. So what it be? You have some questions for me or somethin'?" "Yes, that's why we're here." "Then what do ya say we get to it? The faster I can get outta here the better." Kiyoshi was anxious. "You cross this guy anytime in the past couple hours?" Kiyoshi looked over the picture of Heiji. "Nope, never seen em in my life." Placing his pen upon the paper in hand Aellun continued. "Tell me, do you recall the very first thing you did after boarding?" "Well obviously I went to the room linked to my key card," replied Kiyoshi. "After setting my belongings down I headed straight to the arcade room where my buddy was already waitin'." After writing that bit of information down Aellun referred to the last given detail. "Your buddy? And who is that, if you don't mind me asking?" "Over there." Kiyoshi pointed over his shoulder. Aellun took note of the individual in question. "And your pals name is?" "Saburo," Kiyoshi answered. After jotting down that bit of information Aellun looked to him once more. "So you were in the arcade, what happened after that?" "Well, we were summoned to this room." "So you never left the arcade room until everyone was instructed to the cafeteria, that correct?" Aellun ran down. "That'd be it." "I see." "Got anything else for me, or am I free to go?" "You may rejoin the others, but no one can leave the cafeteria until all have been questioned," Aellun conveyed to him. Kiyoshi shrugged as he turned back for where he had come. "Whatever you say man." Aellun pressed down to the communications device on his ear. "Hattori-san what do you think?" "A bit snappy, but outside of that he seemed genuine with his responses," Heiji radioed in return. "You think he was telling the truth?" "I believe so. We'll know for sure once we review the tape and have everyone's stories to cross reference. Call for the next speaker." "You got it." Whom would he choose to bring forward next? Taking a quick look his eyes fell on the obvious. "Saburo-san, could you please step over here?" Having himself addressed Saburo moved his way. "What's good?" "Listen up; I'm going to ask you the same set of questions as your friend." "Give it to me straight." Saburo was ready. "First off, have you seen this man tonight?" Seeing Heiji's face Saburo was certain he had not seen him. "Nope." Aellun placed the picture away. "According to Kiyoshi-san the two of you spent an extended amount of time in the arcade room?" "That's right." "If you don't mind me asking, of the two of you who was the first to arrive at the arcade?" Lifting a hand Saburo pointed to himself. "That would be me boss." This was an important detail in Aellun's mind. Saburo and Kiyoshi's stories matched thus far, bringing small room for doubt on their behalf. Unexpectedly Heiji chimed in from the ear communicator. "Yo Aellun-san." Turning his head away from the subject Aellun responded. "Kind of busy at the moment." "Ask Saburo-san if he heard or saw anything unusual on his way to or during his time inside the arcade," Heiji passed. Aellun would do just that. "I have something to ask of you Saburo-san. At any time during the duration of this cruise did you see or hear anything you would deem.. out of the ordinary?" Saburo shook his head. "I can't say that I have. Why? I don't see how that would help with someone who is just missing. For all we know this guy could be sleeping, and that's why he hasn't turned up in a while." "Maybe so." "Anything else, or is this interview over?" ".. Go ahead. You can return to where you stood before," replied Aellun giving him the clear. Skimming through the list of names in hand he called for the next person to approach. "Rosetta Dellmara, would you please join me?" Removing the single earbud in ear Rosetta complied with the asked. "Well, here I am," said Rosetta who raised her hands to her waist as if to announce herself. "I have a couple questions for you. I promise to keep this brief as possible." Aellun began with the expected. "Mind taking a look at this picture? You see this man?" Laying eyes on the photo of Heiji jilted nothing. "I have not," replied Rosetta shaking her head. "Sorry." He moved onto the important topic of discussion. "Could you give me a quick rundown of your activities for this evening before now?" A questioning look arose. "Is any of that really necessary?" "Please, any detail could help in finding the missing." "Well, what can I really say? I spent about twenty minutes in my service room, after getting situated and a change of clothes I headed straight to the gym." "And?" "That was it. I remained there all the way up until your security guard buddy asked for me to report here." Aellun pushed for more. "While in the gym, did you see anyone else?" While she didn't see how any of this information would be of use she answered. "Wasn't really paying attention to all that was going on around me to be honest," Rosetta admitted. "I did however notice a couple people who entered the gym while I was there." Aellun placed the tip of the pen upon the sheet of paper. "Names?" "You expect me to know a bunch of people's names who I just met?" Rosetta laughed. "If you can at least point them out for me that would be great." "First you had Mr. sunshine, he was already in the gym before I even got there." Aellun was uncertain for whom she spoke of. "Who?" "That man who marched off a short time ago," Rosetta conveyed. "Oh yes, Neour Cheon." Aellun wrote down this bit of information. "Anyone else?" "Ya, leather jacket woman showed up within thirty minutes of me entering the gym." Looking over her shoulder Rosetta pointed in the direction of the person of who she spoke of. "Yasu Oehi." Aellun too added her name to the list. "Were there any others?" Rosetta nodded in confirmation. "The only others to enter the gym in my time there was those two boys and that man over there." "Damian, Mitsuhiko, and Taro. No surprise there, this fits with where they said they were when they heard Hepperway-sans screams initially." "Can I go now?" Rosetta was hopeful. After a brief period of silence Aellun finally nodded. "Yes, I have nothing more to ask of you." Proceeding to reinsert her ear-buds Rosetta turned to walk away. "Thank goodness." Following that Aellun felt a buzz from the device in ear. "Hattori-san?" "At your service," Heiji dispatched in response. "So.. how am I doing?" "Not bad, though I'd advice to tone it down just a bit. Remember this isn't an interrogation, so you don't need to press so much," Heiji replied. "Loud and clear." Communication fell between the two as expected. Unexpectedly Reira Jo made a move toward him. "Excuse me; is there something I can help you with?" Aellun asked. "If you don't mind I need to use the ladies room," replied Reira. "I promise I won't be long." Should he allow it? On one hand there was a potential danger present on the ship. On the flip side people would start to get suspicious of the current circumstances if he didn't allow her to go. Aellun took a deep breath. "Go ahead, I'll question you once you re-" "Make that the two of us," interjected Yasu who motioned forward as well. "What, you too?" Not a second more Issuma Sadow joined the growing group. "If I must, as Jo-sama's body guard I wish to assist her." Aellun sighed. "Why not. Just make sure you all come back once you're all done." Issuma nodded. "You have my word." He then looked to the two beside him. "Ladies, you ready?" From there the three of them walked toward the exit. In the time of this happening Aellun made the obvious call. "Hattori-san listen, I want you to keep an eye on those three. If anything alarming occurs alert me as well as Yumin." "I can do that," assured Heiji. Little by little the scattered pieces to the puzzle were beginning to shape into form. In the end, would it lead to the reveal of the killer? ….. The Recreation Center The burning surge in his arms could now be felt. Finding the strength to reel upward for a final time Neour exhaled before placing the bar back into place. Sitting up he reached for the towel positioned on his left. After wiping the sweat from his forehead he took a sip of water from his water bottle that had been set aside. "Mind if I join you?" Neour looked up to find security guard Yumin. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised." "I have a few questions, and then I'll be on my way. Is that ok with you?" Not once dropping eye contact Neour took another sip. "Go on, ask away." "Let's start from when the ship officially left the dock. Between then leading up until now.. you cross him?" Yumin would then go on to hold out a photo. Reluctant at first, Neour would eventually accept the picture into hand. He took one quick look at the photo before handing it back. "Na." "Are you sure?" "Never seen that kid in my life," Neour denied. Yumin studied him closely, he seemed truthful in his words from what he gathered. "Ok, how about this? Have you heard or witnessed anything tonight you would deem strange?" Neour took a moment to think on the posed. "No, I can't say I have." "Positive?" Neour looked at him in a questioning manner. "What is this really about? All these questions, I hardly see how any of them would be relevant to finding that guy in the.." he paused momentarily before taking a deep breath. "The photo." "Something that may seem irrelevant could very well turn out to be the opposite. You seem a little out of breath, you ok?" Neour wiped a spot of sweat from his left cheek. "I'm fine. Now, you got anything else for me? If not I'd gladly appreciate if you'd allow me to resume my routine." No words were spoken for a couple seconds. Yumin nodded as he proceeded to take a step back. "If anything comes up or you remember something that you wish to share, come find me." Neour gave him the thumbs up. "Don't count on it." As Yumin walked toward the exit he grabbed hold of his walkie talkie. "Hattori-kun I had a talk with Cheon-san." "And?" "He wasn't exactly the most forthcoming but he did talk." "Was he believable?" "He gave me no reason to doubt. Even still I'd keep a sharp eye on him," Yumin advised. "That applies to everyone," to which Heiji replied. "As it stands now everyone is a suspect." Yumin was curious by his choice of words. "Even me?" "I'm not ruling anything out at this point. If you are indeed innocent like I suspect, then you have nothing to worry about." "I'd expect nothing less from the superintendent's son." Heiji smiled at the complimented. "What now, will you return to the cafeteria to rejoin the others?" "Not until I run another sweep of all levels," Yumin replied. "Hepperway and Yoneda-san are still unaccounted for, finding them is as important as cracking this case." "Stay alert. Either one of them could be involved with the body that was discovered. There's no guarantee this ordeal has reached its conclusion." Heiji had a feeling this evenings trials had only begun. As precaution Yumin pulled his gun from its holster, preparing himself for anything that could pose as a threat. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm prepared. Just remember to keep an eye on Neour Cheon outside of the others in the process of being interviewed." "Never you worry; I've got this all on lock." "Good, that's what I wanted to hear." With nothing more to add Yumin ended the connection between them. "Now to find the missing passengers." … Detective Agency Conan waited patiently ring after ring. Leaning against the wall where he sat Conan lowered his phone as the answering machine emerged once more. There was only one thought that resided on his mind. "Heiji.. why aren't you responding? What could possibly be going on, on that cruise?" The thought of it stuck strongly on his mind. … Aboard the Ship After dousing her hands in soup Reira Jo placed them under the warm shower of water that fell from the faucet. Turning in position Reira spotted Yasu. There appeared to be a look of inquiring intent in her eyes. "Is there something I can help you with?" "Well, if it's not too big of a problem would it be alright if I.. ya know, got your autograph?" Drying her hands Reira tossed the hand of paper towels into the trash near. "Well of course. I see no problem with that." She inched toward her. "Did you have something you wanted me to sign in particular?" Yasu responded by holding up a booklet of sorts. "Yes, I would like for you to sign my school year book." Yasu wasted no time in handing it over. "I left a bookmark in there, you can leave your signature on that specific page." Flipping to the page of choice Reira would then pull out a pen she had stashed away. Yasu's eyes brightened. "Tha.. that's one of your special edition pens! I've been tryna get my hands on one of those for the longest! They're so hard to come by." Reira smiled. "Very well, you can have it." Yasu was speechless. "What, are you serious?!" "It's the least I can do. After all it is fans like you that inspire me to keep pressing forward with my passion." Reira focused back on the book "So is there a specific spot you want me to.." It wasn't until that moment that she realized, a look of shock now present on her face. Reira stared at the page with a blank expression then to Yasu before looking back at the book. "You.. you're Yasu Oehi!" "One and only," replied Yasu proudly pointing to herself. "As to where I want you to sign, that goes without saying." Signing her name Reira handed the book back along with the pen as promised. "I can't believe it's really you. You look so different now Yasu-chan." "And you certainly have made the best out of yourself; strangely you and I aren't the only two on this cruise who went to Pinkelton." Reira was surprised. "What?! Who else?!" "Little Cheon," Yasu conveyed. "As you've probably noticed, he aint so little no more." "You mean that guy who had that outburst back in the cafeteria? That's our Cheon-kun?" Reira was dumbfounded. "Don't feel bad, I didn't recognize him at first either." The bathroom door cracked open seconds later, bringing the appearance of yet another. "Mind if I join you guys?" "Feel free," replied Yasu. Reira nodded her head in Yasu's direction. "Hey, we'll catch up later kay?" "That's a guarantee," Reira replied as she stepped out past the door. Yasu then watched as the woman to enter the room walked toward the sink before placing a purse upon the counter top. "You know, you look kinda familiar. What's your name again?" Pulling out a spray can she aimed upward before releasing it. "Hemmm, much better." She then looked back at Yasu. "You say something?" "I was wondering your name." "Konya, Konya Yuriko," she relayed. "Can't say I've heard that name before. You must just resemble someone I once knew." Yuriko was curious. "And who might that be?" "Can't think of who at the moment." "You're not the only one, it happens to us all." Yuriko would then draw focus back on her purse. Reaching a hand into her bag to grab something the lights throughout the entire bathroom blinked, flickering a number of three times before falling steady once more. "What the hell was that?" Yasu wondered. "You got me," Yuriko said. "Well I'm goanna head back to the cafeteria, see ya'round," conveyed Yasu before going on to leave herself. "Hold up for a min," Yuriko said. "I'm going to come with you." … Cafeteria Several had been questioned about their whereabouts in the minutes that had passed. Damian stood with a stoic look on face. There was only one man in his sights, Bane. Whoever was behind this, it had to be him.. right? "Just what kind of game are you playing, Bane?" The lights in the room began to flicker, lasting for only a couple of seconds. This bothered captain Aldor. "That's the third time in the past couple minutes with those lights. What the hell?!" Making way toward the captain as he raised a hand was one of the cooks. "Yo captain, I can go and check the light panel if you want to make sure everything is ok." Aldor took a moment to think about it. "Sure, go for it Nenjo-san. Hurry back alright, I want everyone here until we find that missing passenger." Nenjo nodded. "Loud and clear." From there he excused himself from the larger group, exiting the room in short. Aellun now stood in thought, mentally recollecting all that had been conveyed to him from each individual. Kiyoshi and Saburo, both claimed to be in the game room the majority of the cruise leading up to the discovery of the body. Rosetta, like Neour noted she was in the recreation center. There was no evidence to dispute the claim. This lead to the last people he had questioned; Kiku Toda and her father, Katsuo Yanagi. They were already in the cafeteria before everyone else had been assembled. According to them they had been here since the cruise took off, along with Reira Jo and Issuma Sadow. Aellun didn't find this hard to believe since Reira and Issuma were present before the gathering to the cafeteria. There were still a number of names to call. Who would be next? Aellun looked down the list in hand. "Chiasa Waitto, you're up next." Hearing her name called the young woman strolled over. "Ayelo," Chiasa greeted. Aellun started off by holding out a picture of the reported missing. "You happen to spot him during your travels tonight?" Chiasa took a hard look at the photo. "Nope. Never seen that dude in my life." Aellun huffed, placing the photo away he preceded to questioning her. "Ok, let's shift gears a bit. Briefly rundown how your night has gone." "Huh? Why?" "Please, any details that you may have, seemingly unimportant or not could play an integral part in finding him." "Whatever you say." While slightly annoyed she would not deny the requested. "So we boarded, then-" "We?" Aellun questioned. "Ya, me and Yuriko-chan," Chiasa replied. "Your travel mate, yes?" Chiasa confirmed this with the go ahead nod. "After we were given our key card we headed for the room." She stopped in mid thought, chuckling momentarily. "Anyway, Yuriko-chan's silly self took us to the wrong room. Right number, but wrong floor. Obviously we eventually got that figured out." "Go on." "So after getting a change of clothes I went to the pool room, it was there that I met Aoko-chan." "What of Yuriko-san, did she join you as well?" "Not initially, she stopped by the cafeteria first to get some snacks," Chiasa replied. "She eventually showed up though." "Did anyone else make an appearance in the pool area besides you three at any point?" "Well.. there was someone in the lap pool across from the one we were in." "You have a name?" "Sorry, never got a clear look at who it was. Oh yah, there was also Kaito-kun. I first met him when we were on the wrong floor like I mentioned a second ago. He showed up at the pool too," Chiasa informed. "He didn't stay very long however." "Do you know what prompted him to leave?" Chiasa shrugged. "I aint got a clue. One moment he was there, the next gone.. poof. Like magic." "When I arrived at the pool to ask you all to the cafeteria you, Aoko-san, and Yuriko-san were the only ones that were in that room. I must ask, while the three of you were together did any of you leave the room at any time?" Chiasa shook her head. "No way, we were having too much fun," she expressed. "I see," said Aellun taking final note. "Ok Chiasa, you're all good." Upon releasing her the cafeteria door slid open. Expectedly Aellun took a look to find Reira Jo and her body guard; Issuma had returned. "Where are the other two?" Perhaps they were strolling close behind? Regardless the process needed to continue, eyeing the list in hand he called for another. "Kaito Kuroba, can you please step forward?" "It's show time," Kaito voiced. Aoko suspiciously looked him over. "What do you mean it's show time? You better not be planning to do something embarrassing." "What in the world would give you that impression?" questioned a grinning Kaito who marched onward. As they passed one another Chiasa winked over at Kaito who simply maintained a smile. The process would remain the same. Aellun began by displaying the photo for Kaito to see. "Did you cross paths with this gentleman at any time tonight?" Kaito shook his head. "That's going to be a hard no." "No one seemed as certain about that as you appear to be," Aellun said as he once again set the photo aside. "Let's get to the next point to cover, your activities since finding your way onto this ship." "My activities?" "Everyone I've called forward has been asked to give a small rundown of what they have done, seen, or heard since boarding. This of course is to help determine the whereabouts of Hattori-kun," Aellun assured. Preparing himself he placed the tip of the pen upon the paper. "Might want to hold off on the script Sparky, I really don't have much for ya. If I'm to be honest, I actually slept for like twenty minutes. After getting up I went to the pool room for a little, after leaving there I was approached by your partner in crime who asked me to come to the cafeteria," Kaito conveyed. "According to Chiasa-chan you left the pool without so much as a goodbye." Aellun stared him down as if to study him. "There a reason for that?" Kaito kept it simple. "Had an important call to take." "Mind if I ask from who?" "A friend," Kaito simply put. "We're collaborating on a school project, one involving a giant bat and a couple of ghost statues." "Sounds lovely." Aellun jotted the detailed down. "Let us back track a bit. Tell me Kaito-kun, was there any point tonight where you might have seen something that could call for concern?" "You mean like that weirdo man I saw standing outside of the computer room?" This drew Aellun's interest. "What was this man wearing?" "A thick coat with an added mask over his mouth. I wasn't able to make out who he was because of all he was wearing." "When did you see this induvisual?" "Can't remember a specific time. But you're free to ask the other security guy, I ran into him around the time of that occurring." Aellun nodded. "I'll check with Yumin on the matter." Kaito watched as he made some notes. "Anything else you want to ask?" Aellun shook his head. "No. You're good to go my boy." He took the time to look over his notes, cross referencing all statements he had accumulated to this point. While not fully clear, a picture was gradually being painted. "It's only a matter of time before all chips fall into place." There was no time for delay. Knowing this Aellun brought focus back to the list of names in hand. Noting a name that had yet to be crossed off of the list Aellun called for their attention. "Enab-san, could you please join me?" Damian's eyes perked as he watched the giant man proceed forward. "Bane.." Aellun put on a smile. As he had with all others; he held up the photo of Heiji. "As I have asked of everyone before you, at any time since you boarded this ship have you seen this-" Bane would snatch the photo out of his hand, a move which ultimately caught the security guard by surprise. Slightly intimidated Aellun cleared his throat. "So.. have you seen him?" Bane took one quick look at the photo before going on to crumple it in hand. Several gasped, this was most unexpected. "Hey! What is that all about?!" Captain Aldor shouted. "Why did you-" Bane would cut him off. "Let us refrain from playing any further games." Aldor put on a look of confusion. "Games?! What kind of game do you think is being played right now?" Turning, Bane glared in his direction. "You may be able to deceive the others, but you're mistaking if you believe you can make a fool of me." Confusion circulated. "What the heck is he talking about?" Akoko voiced. Chiasa shrugged. "You got me." Kaito on the hand rubbed his hands together in growing anticipation. "Oh man. This is looking to get good." Holding out his hand, Bane let the crumpled photo fall freely to the ground. "Let us be honest, if this was just a case of a missing passenger you wouldn't have gathered us all here in the fashion that you have. Simply showing anyone you crossed the photo of the missing would have sufficed. Instead you elect to not only gather us all in one spot but choose to enquire about the events of our evenings? A soft interrogation is how I see it. The question one would pose; why?" Bane felt he had an answer to this. "You see, I presume the circumstances are far more drastic than what you have relayed. The fact you are hesitant to even let someone leave this room unattended speaks volumes. It almost seems as if you feel there is a threat of some level within these walls." Staring into Aellun's eyes, Bane could see he was on the brink of breaking. "Am I right?" "No, that's not it at all!" Aldor denied. "What we have said is the tru-" The captain's words would be cut short by the cafeteria door flying open. The majority gasped in surprise at who stepped into view. "It's him! The guy from the photo!" Kiku pointed. "What the hell is going on," a dumbfounded Rosetta questioned. A stunned Kaito clapped his hands, intrigued above all things. "What a crazy plot twist!" Bane narrowed his eyes over at the newcomer, softly quivering his name through his teeth. "Hattori.." The young detective allowed the door to shut behind before making a move forward. Aellun wasted no time in marching his way. "Hattori-san what are you doing? The plan was for you to observe from the security room." The secret had been broken. "I want an explanation, and I want it now!" shouted Anna who made her presence known. She directed all focus on Heiji. "You said this boy was missing, yet I heard you just say something about him being in a security room. What is this all about?!" "Well… umm," stuttered Aellun who struggled to find words of explanation. Fortunately for him Heiji would take the honor of answering the sought. "Not to worry, I'll explain everything," Heiji promised. Mitsuhiko seemed uncertain about the decided. "You sure that's the right thing to do? I mean.. there is no telling how everyone will react." Damian felt different on the matter. "Is there really anything else he can say? By revealing himself that puts everything into question, he can't afford to give anything but the truth." Noting that all eyes were drawn upon him Heiji went on to reveal the deadly truth. "I'm going to give it to you straight. You weren't all gathered to this room because someone is missing, no.. it is much more complex than that." "What do you mean by complex?" Kiku questioned. There was a long pause. Clearing his throat Heiji spoke what everyone was waiting to hear. "We found a body, that of a deceased man who was hanging from the armory ceiling." Many gasped. There was disbelief. "Are you being serious right now, a dead body?!" Anna was skeptical. "How do we know you're telling the truth?" "There is no reason to doubt this young man's words," spoke Taro who inserted himself into the fray. "I saw the body myself." Kiku turned to her husband, stunned by his admission. "Is that true?" Taro would not deny the fact. "I was in the gym at the time. Out of nowhere the boys and I heard a loud scream," he said pointing to both Damian and Mitsuhiko in reference. "Naturally the three of us ran to investigate what the uproar was all about, and that's when we found him.. hanging." This begged the obvious question. "If someone was killed, don't you think all of us should have been alerted?! That's not something you keep from everyone." "All that would have done is caused an unnecessary uproar, and besides we didn't believe anyone else would be in danger of being attacked," Heiji stated. The comment interested Bane. "And what lead to that belief?" Facing him Heiji answered. "The man who was discovered hanging, given my expertise I'd say he's been dead for at least twenty four hours." "And what expertise is that?" asked Bane honing his eyes deeper into his. "I'm a detective," replied Heiji who proudly pointed to himself. He would then refocus things back to the matter at hand. "In other words the killing happened before anyone boarded this ship." "If that is the case, couldn't the body have been planted before any of us even boarded?" Rosetta questioned. "Definitely not," Captain Aldor spoke with a bold of confidence. "Before any cruise is to launch there is always a full launch ship inspection." "I was part of that process myself," confirmed Aellun. "When I entered the armory earlier this afternoon there was not such a sight to behold." "Meaning the placement of the body occurred after this cruise began," concluded Heiji. Silence fell upon the room. Everyone knew it just as much as the person standing next to them, whoever was responsible was aboard this ship. This left the obvious to ask. "Why?" Kiku didn't understand. "Why would someone do this? There has to be a reason right?" "That's what we're trying to figure-" In the moment of Heiji speaking the lights in the room completely blanked out. "Wha.. what happened to the lights?" "AugghhhaaHHH!" Everyone listened on in shock. "Someone screamed!" Reira shouted instinctively. "It came from the hallway!" Aldor noted. "Already on it." Aellun took off in the rush of the moment as he snapped on his flashlight. "I'm coming too," stated Heiji who followed after him. "Stay here. There's no telling what's going on out there," said Aellun voicing concern. "No way I'm letting you go it alone," Heiji shot down. Knowing he wouldn't convince him otherwise Aellun conceded, besides there was no time for verbal disagreement. Damian too would not allow himself to wait. "Tsuburaya, keep a look out here. I'll be back." As Damian raced along he locked eyes with Bane momentarily. There was no doubt in his mind who was behind all of this. Strolling out into the hall they found her lying face down. "It's Yuriko-san!" Aellun pointed. Making haste he raced to her side to check her condition. "She ok?" Heiji asked. Felling for a pulse Aellun sighed. "She's alive." Flashing a light in the general area he didn't spot anyone else. This was concerning. "Wasn't Yasu-san with her?" "According to Reira-san, she should have been," Aellun replied. "So… where is she?" Aiming his lights ray around the body Heiji spotted a phone lying nearby. There was no doubt in his mind it belonged to Yuriko. Kneeling down he reached for it to make an alarming discovery. "Uhh.. no signal." Placing her phone aside Heiji checked his own to find he too did not have a signal. "Any idea what happened to her?" Heiji jumped at the sound of someone speaking from his left side. "Geez, when did you get out here?" Heiji said aiming the light up to find Damian standing at his side. "Aellun?" Damian pressed once more all while ignoring Heiji. "Can't really say kid, but if I had to take an educated guess I would say she was knocked over from behind," Aellun replied. "Given she was lying face down, I'd find that scenario to be favorable," agreed Damian. What really happened? Perhaps there would be something in the surrounding area that would give a hint? Looking past the body with the aim of his light it didn't take long for Heiji to spot another object no more than six feet away. "What's that?" Keeping his guard up the detective inched past the three beside him, stopping once he reached the item of interest. There it was, lying on the ground at his feet. "A book?" Could this book be the key to solving the case? To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 29 Mystery aboard the Cruiser: Part Two The guard's eyes drifted wide. "You.. I've heard of you. That's right! You're that up and coming detective from Osaka! My niece talks about you all the time!" The young detective advanced forward. Damian's eyes sharpened, following each and every move made by the newcomer. "Him… this must be the guy Inaba mentioned earlier," Damian figured. "Clearly he boarded before the rest of us." As he neared the body himself Heiji took notice of Mitsuhiko. "You're that kid! Hey, is Kud.." Heiji managed to stop himself in mid-sentence. "I mean.. is Conan-kun with you?" Mitsuhiko shook his head. "No, it's just me." He proudly pointed to himself. "The lone Detective Boy ready to solve this case." Heiji was a bit disappointed to learn he was alone. Either way that was of small concern, what mattered was finding out the mystery behind the hanged man. While he hadn't paid it much mind before the detail of it was very prevalent. "This room.. it is notably warm in comparison to the other rooms I've visited thus far," Damian took mental note of that very detail. "Is there a reason for that?" "Hey!" the security guard spoke. "You seemed positive this man was dead, what made you so certain about that?" Heiji raised a hand. "There." Everyone looked to the directed, the placement of the dagger that had been driven into the victims abdomen. The security guard didn't quite understand. "That confirms nothing. Many people can and have survived being stabbed." While he hadn't realized at first, Damian too noted the undeniable evidence. "Blood." Both the security guard and Mitsuhiko looked over at Damian. "What are you talking about?" Mitsuhiko asked. "There is no blood, look," instructed Damian who nodded in the direction of the body. "Think about it, when someone is stabbed, especially in the place our vic' here was wouldn't there be-" It was now becoming clear. "Blood! Yes, there should be blood. Since there isn't that can only mean.." "That's right," Heiji said. "The insertion of the blade occurred postmortem." The question now, why? "Well there's that, that also raises the question for how long he has been dead," the security guard said. "That's quite the question isn't it?" That was something he hoped to determine. Heiji pressed on once more. After only taking two steps he heard a splash under foot. He looked down to spot a puddle. "Water?" Where had it come from? Focus then trailed to the main attraction, the body. Moving another inch forward he held out a hand, placing it upon the deceased's neck as he examined further. The neck was the main area of emphasis; it took little time for him to note something of importance. "So that's how it is." In those quiet filled moments the security guard crossed his arms across his chest. ".. Well?" Heiji lowered his hand back to his side as he turned to face everyone. "He's been dead for at least a day." "AT LEAST A DAY!" both the security guard and Mitsuhiko shouted at once. Damian instinctively narrowed his eyes. "An entire day? Then who the hell was the man I saw board earlier?" Could things be any more sophisticated? "Just what the hell is going on?" There was one more alarming detail yet to be revealed. "From the feel of his body and the fact there is not a single trace of blood on the knife, I'd say our dead man was drained of his blood," Heiji added. Mitsuhiko's eyes widened as he gulped. "Blood drained as in.. like he encountered a vampire?!" "Well.. something like that," Heiji said in short. "Though, that does beg the question of why?" "Try that for this entire situation. Why kill a guy by hanging, and then drain his blood with the finishing touch of planting a dagger in him," the security guard questioned. "This is all so bizarre." "About that," Heiji began as he looked back at the body. "This man did not meet his end by hanging. I checked the marks on his neck, like the dagger they too came postmortem." The surprises just kept pilling. "What?! Then if he didn't die from hanging or being stabbed, then what is the cause of his death?" The security guard questioned. Heiji looked hard and long at the body. "I honestly can't say at the moment." "None of this makes any sense," Damian said aloud. "I saw that man board just like everyone else." "Looks can be deceiving," Heiji spoke in response. "Someone clearly must have disguised their self as this individual." Heiji couldn't help but raise a hand to his chin. "The question is.. why?" Focus drew back to the hanging man. "Looking at it as pieces, rather than as a whole there seems to be some kind of .." "What are you talking about?" the security guard did not understand. Heiji began breaking it down. "A man is killed, then hanged.. stabbed, left for us to find. There is no mistaking it." "Mistaking what?" Mitsuhiko asked. "A hidden message," Heiji conveyed. He lowered his hand, reaching into his pocket to grab hold of something. "Furthermore the victim's apparel seems to give further credibility to what I believe." "What the victim is wearing?" the security guard questioned. The lighting in the room was notably dim, making it hard to make out the fine details from where he stood. Surfing through his pocket Heiji finally made contact with what he was searching for. "Here, have a look for yourselves." Pulling out a miniature flashlight, he pointed its ray of light upon the hanging man. Damian looked over every detail. The victim had on a three piece suit of white and black, the two colors split directly down the center. This was the same for his shoes, one shoe was white, the other.. black in correlation with the black half of the suit. Damian then took note of the placement of the dagger. "He was stabbed directly where the black and white meet." All doubt had withered away. "This detective from Osaka is right, there's definitely a hidden message within all of this. That now leads to.. who is the message meant for? I decipher that; I should be able to figure out who is behind this." If there was anything Damian was certain of, whoever did this was aboard the ship. "I have a feeling our display dead body killer is not done yet. I need to find out who it is before they're able to make another move." One name stood above all others, Bane. Could it truly be him who is behind this all? "Yin, Yang." Those were the words that escaped Heiji's lips as he looked the body up and down. "Dark.. light, the two sides meet at the destination of the blade. Then there's the hanging and the drained blood… only one detail is left unsolved, how did he truly succumb to death?" "So you can't tell what that may be just by looking at him?" Heiji turned to face the security guard, shaking his head as he did. "Unfortunately that's not the case with this one." He nodded, understanding there would be occurrences such as the one they now faced. "By the way, my name is Aellun." "Aellun?" Heiji paused. "That certainly is an unusual name." "My father was never one for the norm, so we'll chop it up as that," Aellun concluded. "Given the circumstance I'm going to need you all to stand outside the room." "Fair enough." Leading the way Aellun, Heiji, Mitsuhiko, and Damian all stepped out of the room to rejoin Taro in the hallway. There was an immediate difference to notice. "Hepperway," Damian said looking from one end of the hall to the other. "Where is she?" "Who?" enquired Heiji who was clueless for whom he spoke of. "She was the woman who was the first to discover the body," Mitsuhiko informed. Aellun looked at Taro. "Did you see which way she went?" Taro nodded. "After you bunch entered the room she strolled that way." He pointed to the left. "Did she say where she was going?" Heiji was hopeful. Taro shook his head. "She said nothing. Though it was clear she was in distress as she walked away." "Understandably so. It's not every day you come across a dead body." Aellun then reached down to grab hold of his walkie-talkie. "What are you doing?" Taro asked. "Contacting Yumin," Aellun replied. "Yumin?" "He's the other guy working security with me for this cruise," Aellun relayed. "I wish for you to all remain here with me. I will have Yumin gather the remaining guests and bring them here. Everyone will need to be questioned regarding this situation." "What about Hepperway-san?" Taro questioned. "I'll leave it to Yumin to track her down and bring her back as well," Aellun responded. "Like everyone else she too will need to be questioned about her whereabouts leading up to the discovery of the body." Aellun raised the walkie-talkie in hand, making the expected call. "Yumin, emergency red, third floor." "Aellun-san, if I may, I feel this is the wrong action to take," Heiji voiced. "I beg your pardon?" Aellun lowered the phone in hand. "If you elect to bring everyone down here and question them about the body it will only bring panic," Heiji stated. "Then what do you propose I do? I can't let this go-" "Call for a roll call," Heiji suggested. "Gather everyone in the cafeteria." "And then what? Getting everyone together isn't going to magically unravel who killed and left this man hanging in the armory, not without questioning everyone directly." "He makes a good point," Taro agreed. "You will question everyone; the key is not to present it as an interrogation. Nor can they know about the murder," Heiji ran down. "Instead you'll simply pass it off as one of the guests aboard the ship has gone missing, which in turn will give you a legitimate reason to question everyone about their whereabouts within the past hour or so. Anyone who comes off as nervous or frazzled during the gathering or questioning process will be our prime suspect, or suspects." "That's genius!" Aellun was fully on board. "So we'll simply say the victim is missing and from there we can-" "No, that won't work." Heiji shot down. This caught most of them by surprise. "What do you mean it won't work, this was your idea after all," Taro felt the need to remind. Of the bunch there was one who agreed with the detective from the west. "Hattori is correct," Damian backed. Mitsuhiko's instant reaction was to look over at him. "He is?" Damian went on to clarify. "That plan would fail for one reason, whoever placed the body there would know Lukmar Xiene has been dead for over twenty four hours," Damian noted. "Thus leading them to determine the whole gathering would be for determining who killed Xiene." Heiji finished. "Exactly. We won't name Lukmar Xiene as the missing party, but rather.." A grin formed across the young detectives lips. "Me." Aellun gasped. "What?! You?!" "Yes," Heiji responded. "If the killer believes you're simply looking for a passenger that is unrelated to their scheme there is a chance they will be far more forthcoming with handing out details about their activities within the past hour, as opposed to knowing they're being set up to give that information." "You know.. you make a really good point." Aellun could not deny this. "Let's say we go through with this, where will you be stationed while everyone is being questioned?" "Would I be right in assuming there is a security room on this cruiser somewhere?" "That would be correct." "Then I'll observe all interactions from there, giving me the option to watch over everyone without anyone being aware." Heiji replied. "Of course if that's ok with you?" Aellun gave it a seconds thought. "That may very well be the wisest action to take." Heiji was pleased to hear this. "Then it is settled." Taro was in full agreement. "The rest of us can study each and everyone's reactions front and center. The guilty person will no doubt reveal themselves in one way or another." It was now time to take action. "I'll call it in," said Aellun who raised his walkie-talkie in hand. "Yumin, do you copy?" Damian and Mitsuhiko looked to one another, both sharing the same thought, would this strategy work in reeling in the killer? "Who would have thought your dead man in the back of a truck finding would have led to this?" Damian said. "To think, you running into that man on the street all happened by chance." Mitsuhiko's mind immediately reverted back to the trials leading to this point. His eyes popped. Damian noticed this. "Something wrong?" "My friends.. my parents!" Mitsuhiko yelped. "I almost forgot, no one knows I'm here! They must be really worried." Damian didn't see the problem. "Then why don't you call them?" "My phone's battery ran out," Mitsuhiko reminded. Overhearing their conversation Heiji stepped up. "Here, you're free to use mine," the detective offered. Mitsuhiko's face lit up. "What? Really?! Thanks a lot!" Mitsuhiko happily accepted the phone in hand. Damian who now stood off to the side had only two things on his mind. "Who killed that man? And what is their end game?" The same thought sat at the top of Heiji's mind. "No matter what, I will find out who is behind this." … The details of it all weighed heavily on Miwako's mind. Who was Aldor Sunshine? The house that had been discovered in his name… Fun Entertainment Inc, a jug of expired milk, a deck of playing cards, and a receipt for a Kamen Yaiba show. What did it all mean? Who is Aldor Sunshine? Is he truly the one behind the spread of the toxin that had been unleashed on Japan? Miwako tightened her grip around the steering wheel as she came upon a stop sign. Yielding to a couple of pedestrians who walked across she continued onward after they cleared. It was now all fogging into a cloud of clutter. Everything was there; all that remained was to piece it together. "I have a feeling Aldor-san will act again soon. I need to find out what that may be before he can act." The thought of it finally slid to mind. "If there is anyone who can figure it out it's Mouri-san.. yes, I'll bring all I know to him." … Fifteen minutes passed. Many now stood gathered in the cafeteria. Damian's immediate focus turned on Bane who stood a number of feet away. If there was someone to suspect it was him. The boy wonders eyes then drifted to those who stood at the giant man's side. Trogg and Bird, there was no mistaking who they were; the third, a long brown haired woman wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of grey khaki pants. "Who is she?" Damian didn't recognize her. Taking a couple moments to look the woman over he noted her hair was in the process of drying. "Could it be she was the person I spotted in the lap pool earlier?" The door leading into the cafeteria swung open in the following moments. Aellun and the captain of the ship who stood beside him both looked over to spot Yumin, to their dissatisfaction he was alone. Yumin shook his head as he stepped in range of them, looking from one to the other. "Aellun-kun.. Hirata-sama, there was no sign of the remaining two," Yumin conveyed to the pair. "Wherever Hepperway-chan went after discovering the body is a mystery, and Manabu Yoneda has not been seen since he boarded the ship initially." Damian batted an eye upon hearing this. "Yoneda.. that was the suspicious man who was one of the first to board." "Their rooms, did you check their rooms?" Aellun questioned. "Of course," to which Yumin replied. "There was no sign of either of them in their respective rooms." "I see.." Yumin went on to give his full focus to the captain. "Captain Hirata, has Aellun-kun gotten you up to speed on what's going on?" Hirata nodded. "He has; every important detail there is to know. It all makes no sense though, there's still so much we don't know." "How do you mean?" Yumin asked. "The man who was found hanging is someone who apparently boarded my ship just hours ago, yet.. he's been dead for at least a day?" Hirata shook his head in ultimate confusion. "It's a mystery that clouds us all," Aellun said. Those who had been gathered to the room and had no idea why were now becoming impatient. "Hey! What's the big idea?!" Anna called. "Why have you gathered us all here?" "Yah, we deserve an explanation!" Saburo added from another side of the room. Clearing his throat Captain Hirata stepped forward. "Yes, I'd say an explanation is well in order. Listen up, here is the deal," Hirata began. "We have a passenger that has gone missing aboard this ship. His name is Heiji-san, he is traveling with a young boy who wants nothing more than to be reunited with his travel mate." Hirata then went on to point in the direction of Mitsuhiko who sniffled, giving off a display of sadness in his face. Damian was impressed. "Tsuburaya sure is playing his role rather convincingly." "In attempt to find Heiji-san you all have been gathered here for questioning in regards to your activities for the past hour," Hirata relayed. "The safety of everyone aboard this ship is my top concern. Each of you will individually be questioned by either officer Yumin or Aellun, anything you may have heard or seen over the past hour, whether it may seem important or not could be key in finding the missing passenger." "That's all well and said," Anna spoke. "But what's the point? Doesn't this cruiser have surveillance? Couldn't you find out where this Hej guy is by simply checking that?" "A great question, but it is unfortunate for me to inform that our security has been.. sustaining some difficulties in certain areas of the ship," Yumin informed. "That's right, that was mentioned to me earlier when I crossed the security guards," Kaito recalled internally. A couple feet behind Yuriko pulled out a small bottle before going on to spray something. "Uhmmmm.. that smells so good," Chiasa commented. "What is that flavor? It gives off a, I don't know.. variety apple, grape, berry scent?" "Not entirely sure," Yuriko admitted. "Saw it on sale and decided to give it a try." "Hey! Watch where you're spraying that stuff!" Neour angrily grunted. "Not all of us are interested in smelling like a pile of fruit." "Well please do forgive me," apologized Yuriko who rolled her eyes in the process. Neour went on to clutch his fists. "Forget all this. I've yet to finish my reputations for the weight lifting." Neour made an immediate move for the door. "If y'all want me, you know where to find me." "Hey, you can't just leave," Reira stated from where she sat. "Watch me," Neour venomously responded. In short he found his way out of the room. Captain Hirata turned to Yumin who stood right of him. "Yumin-kun, follow him. There's no doubt he's heading to the recreation center." Yumin nodded. "I'll question him in there." From there Yumin followed after the man who had excused himself. Aellun moved to his captain's side. "Shall we get started Captain Hirata?" He nodded in response. "Yes, it is time." Unknown to most Heiji watched on from the security control room through the surveillance feed, intrigued for what he would discover from what was to come. "And so it begins." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 28 Mystery aboard the Cruiser A mystery man, a truck, a crate, and a dead body. Damian was stunned. Was everything he said true? "And you're certain about all of this?" "I'm not lying," Mitsuhiko assured. "If we go back to the storage room you'll see." "See what?" questioned Damian. "The crate I told you about before, the one where the body was hidden inside," Mitsuhiko began. "It's here on the cruiser. Why else would I sneak onto this ship?" "I don't know.. maybe to get a free cruise out to sea?" "Come on, I'm being serious." Learning this Damian raised a hand to his chin. "So that would explain." "You believe me right?" Of everything that had been learned there was one thing to question. "If all of what you say is true, why not alert the police? Why try and investigate this yourself instead of leaving it to the professionals?" "I was unable to call anyone," Mitsuhiko informed. "Why's that? Do you not have a phone?" "I do." Proving this Mitsuhiko reached into his pocket to reveal just that. "See." "That puts us back at square one. If what you say is true, why didn't you contact the police?" Damian asked. "Your phone ran out of juice or something?" "Over time it did, but not at first," replied Mitsuhiko. "When I was stuck in the back of that truck I was unable to make any calls, there was no service for some reason. It was almost like my phone's signal was blocked." Damian's eyes narrowed. "He's right, his phone's signal must have been jammed while traveling in that truck. That is very telling." Damian looked back at Mitsuhiko. "So the truck finally reaches its destination, and then you manage to escape. What happened next?" "Well.. I." Mitsuhiko began rehashing all that happened following his exit of the truck. "After I escaped I hid behind a large garbage bin, one in the alley the truck was parked in." "Go on." Mitsuhiko nodded. "The driver of the truck returned to the back shortly after." "And what did he do after he came back?" "Nothing," replied Mitsuhiko. This was not the expected answer. "I waited, as did he. A minute passed, then a whole bunch more." "Was he waiting for something?" Mitsuhiko nodded. "Eventually another man showed up, a stevedore." "A stevedore?" It was now all coming together. "And this stevedore transported the body onto this ship right?" "That's right." "I see." Damian turned for the door. "Where are we going?" "To confirm your claims," replied Damian. "Come on." The two stepped past the door leading them back into the hall. The destination was clear, the storage room. Both of them kept an eye out for anyone else roaming the hall. "We're good to go," Damian said. "What's that supposed to mean?" Mitsuhiko asked. "Do you not want us to get seen?" "Anyone sees us heading for the storage room will have questions," Damian replied. "I don't want questions." Continuing onward the pair made a move around the corner. The door to the storage room was now in view. "Almost there." As they neared unexpectedly a door on the opposite wall flew open. The two instinctively stopped as they watched one of the security guards step out. Turning, he immediately noticed the pair. "What are you kids doing down this way, and alone for that matter?" "We were.." Mitsuhiko was at a loss for words. "We are on our way to the pool," Damian stated. "The pool, oh I see!" The security guard laughed. That very moment the door to the storage room opened. Someone exited. Who was it? Due to the security guard standing in his line of sight Damian was uncertain. "If you're looking for the pool you'll find that you'll reach it much sooner if you turn back from where you just came," the security guard pointed. "You'll take a right at the end of the hall, keep going straight from there. No way can you boys miss it." "Thanks," replied Damian who made a move to turn. "We clearly took a wrong turn." "No big deal, it's to be expected. Especially if I am to assume this is your first trip aboard this cruiser." Damian retreated back into the direction they had come with Mitsuhiko following. "What, so that's it? We're not going to go to the storage room?" "Follow my lead," responded Damain. "But the body.. we need to go to the storage roo-" "And we will," Damian promised. He stopped. "Look, I don't want to arise any unwanted attention. If that guard sees a couple of kids going into the storage room unattended he'd surely have questions and that could blow whatever investigation it is you've got going.. what we've got going." Mitsuhiko took a deep breath. "So what are we going to do now?" "What I told the guard we would do," Damian replied. "We go to the pool room." "Then?" "We walk past there and circle around until we reach the storage room again," Damian replied. "Ok." "After we search the storage room for the special box you spoke of we'll adjust from there if need be," Damian continued. "Sound good?" Mitsuhiko nodded. "Works for me." Damian made a move to walk again. "Let's move. Doubtful this case solves itself." Mitsuhiko paced forward, finding his way to Damian's side in no time. "Hey, you still haven't told me." "About?" "Well.. it's clear you're investigating something as well." Mitsuhiko was certain of this. "When do you plan on sharing what that is?" "My answer hasn't changed. The less you know the better." Even though he wouldn't answer it had to be questioned. What had brought Damian to join this cruise? Had someone sent him? Or did he join this cruise by his own choice? And if so, for what reason? …. In Gotham The board meeting had reached its conclusion. With his business concluded at Wayne Enterprises for the time being Bruce now walked clear of the premises. He raised a hand, blocking the shine of the sun as he searched the ongoing traffic. "There." Spotting the expected vehicle he pressed on. Alfred drew eye to him as he approached. "And how did the meeting go Master Bruce," Alfred greeted. "Well," replied Bruce who entered the car. Following this Alfred returned to the driver side as he too entered the vehicle. "So everything went as expected? That's good to hear sir." "Not everything." Alfred strapped his seat belt on. "What's that?" "Before the board meeting I was approached by an unexpected visitor." "A politician looking to push an agenda no doubt," Alfred assumed. "Not entirely," Bruce replied. "The man I speak of, his name is Jirokichi Suzuki." Alfred turned the key in the ignition. "Should that name ring a bell?" "Kaitou Kid," Bruce replied. "There is no man on this planet that has a profiled history longer with Kid than him." "So he shows up at Wayne Enterprises, what happened next?" "He held out a hand in suggestion of a partnership," Bruce informed. "Given that Kid hit the Gotham Museum and the art show I set up in Japan, Mr. Suzuki felt I'd be the man for such an arrangement." "And why is that?" "In both cases; the museum and the art show Kaitou Kid managed to get past the Wayne security that had been set up. Mr. Suzuki believes that trend will continue," Bruce explained. "And is that your belief as well?" "I believe Kaitou Kid has an agenda, hitting places that are backed by Wayne security is not it," Bruce replied. "Given what happened in Tokyo involving Kid and the Royal Flush Gang, he might just be caught up in more than I originally thought." "If I may enquire, what do you believe the connection between Kaitou Kid and the Royal Flush Gang is?" Now with an opening Alfred pulled into the active stream of traffic. "I'm not going to jump to a baseless conclusion. We do know that Kaitou Kid's current interest seems to reside on the Revenant Warriors," Bruce noted. "One has to wonder, could this be the connection between Kid and the Royal Flush Gang?" "To answer that we'd need to determine the Revenant Warriors importance. What could possibly be the end game for achieving all?" "I've asked that question myself, something I'm still investigating," Bruce admitted. "We figure that out, we may be able to determine what Kaitou Kid hopes to achieve. As far as the Royal Flush Gang is concerned it is far too early to draw a conclusion for what their involvement may be." "What end came of you and Mr. Suzuki's little meet?" Alfred was curious. "Did you reach some kind of agreement?" "Yes, a partnership. His knowledge of Kid, my technology." Bruce confirmed. "Though I made it clear to him that I wouldn't be able to maintain a lengthy presence in Japan, and instead let him know I would be sending someone in my stead to oversee any operations involving Kid." "And who will you send on your behalf?" "Someone I trust to unravel this mystery, the one person who thinks the most like me," Bruce answered. Alfred was pretty sure he knew of whom he spoke of. "I see. And when will this overseas operation to apprehend Kid begin?" "Tomorrow," Bruce replied. "He'll arrive in Tokyo tomorrow." ….. Aboard the Cruiser In short time Damian and Mitsuhiko spotted a large sign hanging over a door on the left, one reading; 'Pool'. Mitsuhiko looked to Damian. "Should we take a peek inside?" "I'm more interested in what's in the storage room," Damian said. "But with that said, we'll need to check out the pool area at some point, and since we're here now we might as well put in our time now. We'd only waste ground if we go to the storage room only to backtrack this way after we finish." "You make a good point." Mitsuhiko saw the logic behind this. "Listen, we're not staying for long. We give it a quick look, anyone or anything that seems off we'll take note of and go." "Got it," Mitsuhiko nodded. "Alright then," said Damian stepping up to the door. He was the first to step in. Their nostrils were immediately met by a strong scent of chlorine. The room was massive in size. Looking to investigate further the pair advanced. Mitsuhiko initially looked left to find a lap pool. There were five lanes in all, all of which were empty except for one. The second lane in, there was someone swimming from one end of the pool to the other. Outside of the pool was a bench area that also hosted a towel rack. There was no one else to be found on that side of the room. "Everything looks pretty typical." There was nothing out of ordinary from what he could tell. Damian's focus was drawn to the other side; it was here he spotted what was clearly the main pool. "There are two people the pool.. Chiasa and Aoko." Damian recognized them both from the boarding process earlier in the evening. He double checked, there was no one else, only the two of them. It didn't take long before Mitsuhiko noticed the pair. "Damian-kun, should we say anything to them?" Damian shook his head. "Only observe." For many seconds he did just that. The two were standing in the four foot section of the pool. While he was uncertain for what they were discussing, he was able to make out their expressions. It may not be much, but it was enough to tell a story. "They seem eased and focused on the moment. Not something you'd equate with someone who is plotting or scheming something." In those silent filled seconds something else caught Mitsuhiko's sight. "Damian-kun look, over there." Damian's eyes fell in the pointed direction to spot a door clear across the room. "What of it?" "Any guess for what's on the other side?" "That's where the steam room is located." "How do you know that?" Mitsuhiko asked. "If you haven't already forgotten," replied Damian who held up his phone. "I have the blueprints for the entirety of this ship." "I didn't forget," Mitsuhiko said. "So are we going to check it out?" "Later," Damian replied. "Given that neither of us are sporting any water play attire that'd make us the suspicious party if anyone notices." Mitsuhiko understood. "Well you do make a good point. So it's off to the storage room now right?" "Would you have it any other way?" "I guess not." "Then let's go." As he walked Damian noticed the woman in the lap pool. From her figure alone he was uncertain of who she was, and given that she wore a pair of goggles and a swim cap he was unable to make out any defining features. "Never mind it.. she's probably nothing to worry about." The two left in the fashion that they had come. Now back in the hallway they quietly traveled along. While proceeding Mitsuhiko gave eye to the many different works of art that were present along the walls, a majority of which were paintings. They turned right after reaching the end of the hall. Was Mitsuhiko's claim true? Was there really a dead body aboard the cruiser? That begged the question, who was the one responsible? "Bane.." That was the first name to come to Damian's mind. But that would beg the question of why. "If Bane is wrapped in something like this, why would he have the body of someone he killed shipped on a cruiser he is taking part in? That's not his style and above all would make little sense." There fact still stood Bane had surveillance running in the storage room, so any conducted investigation on those grounds would be viewed by him. This was a detail that Damian could not ignore. "Hey Damian-kun," Mitsuhiko spoke. Pulled away from his inner thoughts Damian responded. "What now?" "Earlier you mentioned the steam room and the pool area," Mitsuhiko recalled. "What else is located on this floor besides those and the storage room?" "The recreation center and the armory," Damian reminded. "Both of which are by the storage room." "Are you sure there is nothing else down here?" "I'm sure? Why are you asking?" "Well there was also the security room, and you didn't mention that when we initially agreed we'd be searching every floor," Mitsuhiko noted. "Only because we won't be going into the security room," Damian replied. "We're not authorized to do so after all." Taking another right the two were now back in sight of the door leading to the storage room. Continuing the two immediately passed a door which had a sign reading Recreation Center. Halfway down they passed a second door, one hoisting a sign that read 'Armory'. "Are we not going to search those rooms?" "We'll fall back and check those after you show me this discovery of yours in the storage room." The task was simple, find the body. Damian looked from left to right, the coast was clear. With that accounted for he opened the door to the storage room. Now inside Damian looked to Mitsuhiko. "We're here. Now show me," Damian said. "Show me where the body is supposedly hidden." Sure of where it was Mitsuhiko wasted no time. Marching forward the young detective locked in on the crate he had seen while riding in the truck just a few hours prior. "There," Mitsuhiko pointed. "It should be in that one." Damian came to his side, noting the wall of other packages that was blocking the sought prize. "Well, let's get started." Not another word needed to be said. The both of them began moving objects out of the way that blocked their path to what they sought. Damian moved quickly, knowing if Bane was in fact watching he could arrive at any moment. "That's the last one," said Mitsuhiko as he dragged a bulky barrel off to the side. The lone crate now sat before them. "Now for the moment of truth." Mitsuhiko watched as Damian dropped to a knee, his heart now racing. "This is it. Now he'll see for himself." Tightly grasping the sides of the crate Damian pulled the top off. What he discovered inside was not a body, but rather a large cooler, one at least six feet in length. "I.. I don't recall there being a cooler," voiced Mitsuhiko. Only one step remained. Damian placed a hand atop the cooler, pulling its top off with minimal difficulty. Mitsuhiko gasped in disbelief. There was but one thing to find inside, many cubes of ice sitting in an empty bed of water. "It.. the body's not there!" Mitsuhiko still couldn't believe it. "Where could it have gone?" After placing the top of the cooler back on Damian stood up, looking at Mitsuhiko with a questioning look to display. "There's no body." Words could not describe his disappointment. "You don't believe me, do you?" Damian looked away, dropping focus back to all of the items they had moved out of place. "Let's clean up," Damian stated. "Once we finish, it's off to the Recreation Center followed by the Armory. Our investigation isn't over." Mitsuhiko could see it in his eyes, Damian didn't believe him. He couldn't be any more disappointed. None of it made any sense. He was certain that was the crate the body was inside. "I don't understand.. the body was in there. Where is it now?" … Kaito had checked the first and second floors and in both cases there was no sign of Aoko. "She said she would be in the cafeteria, yet she wasn't there." He now walked down a staircase that would lead him to the third floor. Halfway down Kaito pulled out his phone, attempting to call his friend once again. "Aoko it's me, Kaito.. trying to call you for like the fifth time. Whenever you decide to pick up would be nice. So if you get this message I'd really appreciate a call me back." Placing the phone back in his pocket Kaito continued down the stairs. "This is the only floor I haven't checked." Kaito then referred to cruiser handbook that he had stashed away. "I wonder what is all down on this level? If Aoko is down here there must be something that would have brought her." Kaito reached a pair of doors which he walked past after reaching the bottom of the stairs. Not taking another step he began looking through the handbook. "An Armory! There's an armory on this ship?! I'll definitely be checking that out." Not stopping there Kaito noted what other rooms were on this floor. "A recreation center.. yah, not my kinda thing. Let's see here, there's also an inside swimming pool. Bam! That has to be it; that has to be where she is!" Tracing his hand over the page Kaito was able to determine where he needed to go. "Need help finding something?" Kaito looked up to find a security guard standing no more than six feet away. It wasn't the same man he had encountered on the upper floor. "Was just looking to see which direction the pool is in," Kaito replied. "There," the security guard pointed. "Head down that way and you'll reach it within the minute." "Thanks a ton," Kaito replied. "Anytime. Hope you enjoy the rest of the cruise." From there the security guard turned for the opposite direction. "Now to get back to fixing these forsaken cameras." After stashing the booklet into his jacket Kaito began walking. "If I go this way and take a right further up that should lead me to where I want to be just like he said." From there Kaito pressed on. As suspected, within a minute Kaito came to spot a sign over a door reading 'Pool'. "Bingo." Entering the room the first thing that came to ear was laughter. At long last he had found her. "Aoko!" Kaito called her name for a second time as he walked forward. Aoko who had her back turned to him shifted after hearing her name called. "Kaito!" "Yo what's up?" a grinning Kaito approached. "Where have you been?! I tried calling you several times." Kaito shrugged. "I was napping for a bit. Besides, in your message you said you'd be in the cafeteria which makes you partially to blame. Plus I called you and you didn't pickup.. I guess I know why." "I should have expected no less from you." "What's that supposed to mean?" Aoko rolled her eyes. "Forget about it." She then turned for the woman who was in the pool across from her. "Look, there is someone I want you to meet." Raising his head the Kid thief came to spot the girl in question. "Chiasa?" Chiasa waved. "Hi Kaito-kun!" Aoko looked from one to the other with a look of surprise. "Hold on, you guys know each other?" "We met just a bit ago," informed Kaito who took another step forward. "It happened shortly after you went into your room. Chiasa-san and her friend were having trouble with their key card so I approached in hopes of fixing their problem." "Turns out we had the right room number but wrong floor," Chiasa laughed. "It was totally Yuriko's fault." "What was my fault?" Everyone's attention was diverted to the door leading into the room. Now approaching was a young woman wearing a violet colored swimming suit and a pair of black colored cut gloves. "Yuriko, you're finally here!" Chiasa happily jumped. "Don't try to flip it," replied a frowning Yuriko who dropped her hands from the towel around her neck before placing them upon her waist. "You were just talking about me, weren't you?" "I can promise you it was all good," Kaito said. Yuriko shifted her focus. "You.. that's right, you're that guy from earlier. Kitto-kun was it?" Aoko giggled in light of this. "Kaito," he corrected. "Kaito, oh that's right," Yuriko recalled. "Chiasa-chan is she the friend you were talking about earlier?" Aoko asked. "Yep, that's her," Chiasa confirmed. She then looked to her friend. "Hey Yuriko, are you going to come in?" Yuriko reached for the towel around her neck. "Don't mind if I do." Yanking the towel down she looked toward Kaito. "Mind holding this for a bit?" "Auhh, well.." before Kaito had a chance to reply the towel was tossed into his arms. "Sure, why not." Dashing with a run start Yuriko lunged for the pool. "Bon voyage!" She dropped in with a big splash. Ascending from the depths of the water Yuriko looked up at him with a wink. "Thanks Kitto-kun." This brought laughs from both Chiasa and Aoko. Kaito merrily rolled his eyes. "It's not that funny." "Do you plan on joining us at any point?" Yuriko asked. "Unfortunately I didn't bring any swimming garments along for the trip," Kaito replied. "You could just strip down to your underwear," a smiling Chiasa suggested. This caught Kaito by surprise. "That.. umm, sounds like a great idea, it's just." "I get it, you're lady shy," Yuriko assumed. "As if," Aoko stated. "I'd say it's quite the opposite. He seems to take pleasure in tormenting me on a daily basis for example." "Hey, that's not true," Kaito denied. "Is to!" Aoko fired back. This moment brought a realization for Yuriko. "Would I be right to assume you two are heavily acquainted?" "Unfortunately," Kaito muttered under his breath. Subtle movement came from his pocket at that moment. It was the vibration of his phone. Flipping in hand he found it was an incoming call from Konosuke. "I have to take this." "We are, we've known each other since we were little. We currently attend the same high school too," Aoko conveyed. "I'm not surprised in the least." "What about you and Yuriko-chan?" Aoko asked. "How long have you and Chiasa-chan known each other for?" Kaito saw this moment as a window of opportunity. "Now is my chance." "Chiasa and I?" Yuriko looked up as if to surf through her thoughts. "If I'm not mistaken it's coming around to three years since I was brought on as her personal tutor." "Tutor? You're her tutor?" This bit of information caught Aoko by surprise. "A part timer if you will," Yuriko confirmed. "My main job is as a mechanic." "What can I say, my grades in school before Yuriko came on board weren't exactly comparable to what you would see from a model student," Chiasa admitted. "There is no mistake about that," Yuriko said looking toward her friend. "You used to be a class clown of sorts. Thankfully you're past that stage." "That scarily sounds like someone I know," said Aoko who looked to where Kaito once stood to find that he was gone. The only thing that remained was Yuriko's towel that hung over the pool rail. "Kaito! Where did he go?" Yuriko and Chiasa noticed as well. "Gee, someone was in a hurry," Yuriko noted. "Any idea where he might have gone?" Aoko shook her head. "When it comes to Kaito there's no telling." "I wouldn't worry, I'm sure he'll be back shortly." Yuriko seemed sure of this. At that moment Aoko and Yuriko were met by a wave of water that forcefully splashed on them from behind. Their immediate reaction was to spin around, both coming to face a grinning Chiasa. "Oops, my hand might have slipped." Yuriko and Aoko looked to one another. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Aoko asked. "That retribution is best served in waves?" Yuriko responded. "Let's do it!" …. Recreation Center That was what the sign hanging over the door read. Damian's thoughts were clouded. What Mitsuhiko had said about the events leading him to boarding the ship, was any of it true? "So are we going in?" Mitsuhiko questioned. Pressing against the door Damian forced it open. He said nothing as the two entered. The room had a lot of space. There was a basketball court located toward the right. The section was empty, not a person in sight. Shifting their focus to the left they came to spot an area that was filled with a wide variety of equipment for working out. To their delight there were two people to find. The first was a man who was lifting a set of dumbbells who had his back turned to them. Because of this neither was able to tell who he was. The other person to spot was a red haired woman who was pacing herself on a treadmill. Both recognized her, Rosetta Dellmara. Mitsuhiko gave Damian a nudge. "Hey look, it's your dream girl." "I see you're still riding that assumption," replied Damian. "That didn't sound like a denial," Mitsuhiko grinned. The floppy hat and summer dress Rosetta had worn before had been replaced with a sports headband and top along with a pair of sweat pants. "Let's move," Damian said before advancing in the direction of the two. "What?" this was surprising to Mitsuhiko. "I thought you didn't want to talk to anyone, only that we would observe." "I don't intend to, look," Damian pointed as the two proceeded. "There's a staircase. I want to see what's on the second floor of this room." The two reached the bottom of the staircase in little time. "Stay here," Damian instructed. "If you see or hear anything strange take note of it. I promise I won't be long." "Roger that captain." Mitsuhiko gave him the thumbs up. As expected Damian began his journey up the mountain of stairs. Mitsuhiko crossed his arms over his chest. "What legitimate investigation only involves observing?" he shook his head. "At this rate we'll never learn anything and we'll be too late to stop the potential killer." It was now time to act. Now with Damian's back turned to him, Mitsuhiko was ready to make a move. Steering away from what they had agreed upon Mitsuhiko walked toward the man who was still weight lifting. Narrowing the distance between them to where they were now only feet apart Mitsuhiko spoke. "Excuse me sir." Hearing someone speak to him, the man placed the dumbbell weights to the ground before turning around. Now able to see his face Mitsuhiko knew who it was. "He's Taro Toda.. that's right, I crossed his wife while I was in the cafeteria earlier." "Is there something I can do for you young man?" asked Taro who wiped a streak of sweat from his forehead using the towel that was positioned around his neck. Taking a couple seconds to think up a question of response Mitsuhiko responded. "I was just wondering," Mitsuhiko began as he turned in the direction of the stairs. "Do you have any idea what is on the second floor?" "Oh yes," Taro said pleased to inform. "I visited up there a short time ago. There isn't much mind you, just a couple of tracks." "Tracks?" "Yes, for running," Taro replied. "There are four lanes total. The two outside lanes are for those who wish only to walk, while the two inside lanes are for joggers and runners. That's pretty much it and a bag of chips kid. You won't find anything else up there." "Did anyone else besides you go up there?" "Now that you mention it, yes, there was some other guy up there who was running in the lane beside the one I was using. Not sure if he's come down yet," Taro ran down. "Was there anyone else?" Mitsuhiko asked. "Not that I can remem.. hold on, there was another man," Taro recalled. "Yes, that's right. On my way down he was walking up the stairs." "How long ago would that have been?" "About three minutes ago, give or take," Taro noted. "Why do you ask, are you looking for someone?" Playing it off as that Mitsuhiko nodded. "I knew he would be in this room somewhere." Taro smiled. "Glad I could be of service." Feeling there was nothing more to say Taro diverted his attention back to the weights that lied before him. Mitsuhiko then looked in the direction of Rosetta who was still running on the active treadmill. Given that she had earplugs on as well Mitsuhiko decided against approaching her, instead opting to reverse his tracks. Once he reached the bottom of the stairs he stopped. "I'll wait here, it shouldn't be too long before Damian-kun returns." Marching up the long fleet of stairs Damian managed to finally reach the top. Now standing before a large door he attempted to open it. The door knob wouldn't turn. "It's locked." He attempted to open it for a second time only to receive the same results. "Looks like this little tour is over." As he turned to walk away Damian heard a voice, one that had carried from the other side of the door. "Someone is in there." Returning to the door Damian curiously placed his ear against the door in hopes of hearing what was being said. "That is one crazy conspiracy theory you've got wrapped in that head of yours," the voice of a man spoke. "I don't even know how you could come to a conclusion like that." "Theory? Try fact," another responded. It was a woman, Damian was sure of this. "I don't believe in coincidence Neo." "Whether you want to believe it or not, sometimes things just happen to line up by chance," the man replied. "This just so happens to be one of those cases. There is nothing more to it." "You, me, Mar-kun, and Naba. There is no way we all ended up on the same cruise by chance." "Oh come on, do you really believe us being here has something to do with what happened that night seven years ago? Don't be ridiculous." Damian's interest began to rise. "This sounds promissing," he softly spoke. Anticipating what would be said next another sound echoed from the grounds, one of agony. Damian immediately pushed away from the door. "Someone screamed." Turning, Damian raced down the stairs as adrenaline began to rise. He reached Mitsuhiko who had a look of concern on his face. "Tsuburaya, what happened?!" "I'm not sure, I heard someone scream," Mitsuhiko replied. Taro who wasn't far away walked up on the two from behind. "It sounded like it came from the hall somewhere," Taro said as he reached into his pocket. Pulling out a pair of glasses he placed them over his eyes. "We better hurry, if someone is in trouble they may need our help." Mitsuhiko nodded. "He's right." They wouldn't waste another second. Charging toward the door the three of them pushed past it which brought them back into the hall. It was there that they saw her, sitting on the ground just feet away. "That woman, she's Freya Hepperway." Damian instantly recognized her seeing her earlier. "Ma'm, are you ok?" Taro called to her as they closed in. She raised a hand, pointing to the door she sat before. "There, in.. inside," Freya fretted. Taro who stood to the front of the pack made a move for the door, swinging it open to have an instant fright over take him. He stepped back as he screamed out in fear. "What the hell happened?!" Damian and Mitsuhiko took to the front, both witnessing what the others had with their own eyes. No more than ten feet into the room a man dressed in a clown suit hung from the ceiling by the rope that was tied around his neck. Drilled into the hanging man's abdomen was what appeared to be a dagger. Narrowing his eyes Damian stepped into the room. "Hey kid, what are you doing?!" Taro yelled. Now closer Damian stared up at the man who hung, it didn't take long for him to ID the victim. "Lukmar Xiene, he was the first person I witnessed board this ship." Damian then turned to his side to find Mitsuhiko, there was a dumbfounding look on his face. "What's wrong?" "D..Damian-kun, that's him." "Him? What the heck are you talking about?" "The body that I told you about, the one that was in the back of that truck.. this is him!" Damian's eyes widened. "What? That can't be so! I saw this man board the ship myself," Damian declared. Mitsuhiko faced him. "I know what I saw, you have to believe me!" The two would then be joined. "What the hell happened in HERE?! The two spun around to spot one of the security guards. "Well.. are any of you going to answer?!" "We just got here," Damian explained. "He was already here." The security guard moved deeper into the room. "Then step aside! We need to cut him down, there's a chance he could still be alive!" Making a move toward the body the security guard would be stopped by the voice of another. "I wouldn't bother, he's already dead." Mitsuhiko, Damian, and the security guard all turned around to now find a man wearing a sports cap standing in the doorway. "Are you the one responsible for this?" the security guard questioned. "Of course not," the newcomer responded. "Then how the hell would you know?!" "The evidence is all there, he's gone I'm afraid." "Just who are you?! I command that you identify yourself!" The security guard yelled before pulling out a stun gun which he then aimed at him. He held up his hands to showcase he wasn't a threat. "I am a detective," replied the young man who stepped forward. "Heiji Hattori." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 27 A Secret to Share The sky darkened by the minute, the sun would soon set. Conan had since separated from the others. There was a lot on his mind; the Black Organization, the assurgent of the drug he had come to know as 'Fear Gas', and most recently the Riddler. The question residing on the surface of his mind.. what next? The Detective Agency was now in view. Leaning his head forward he began to slow in step, there was something that came to mind, something he had not considered before this very moment. "Could it be?" He stopped. "The fear gas originated from Gotham City before finding ground here in Japan. Gotham is also home to Edward Nigma.." Conan looked upward. "It can't just be a convenience.. can it?" What if the distribution of the fear gas and the Riddler's presence in Japan were linked? Conan gave the possibility some thought. "But then it wouldn't really make sense. Nigma traveled to Japan with one clear goal in mind, to challenge the oji-san and Kid. If he was in fact responsible for the spread of the toxin one would have to ask.. why?" Conan's thoughts reverted back to the riddles; stemming from Nigma's initial words all the way through the night of challenge. Was there anything that hinted of his connection with the toxin? Conan didn't feel such a conclusion could be reached. "If there truly is a connection, there is only one way to determine that. The beginning," Conan said. "I'll have to start from the very beginning." Conan reached for his phone, scrolling through his contacts he found the name he was looking for. Placing the phone upon his ear Conan stood in wait, listening to the sound of the ring that came from the other side. "Come on, please answer." Unfortunately the only voice to come was that of an answering machine. Sighing, Conan went on to leave a message. "Jodie-sensei, it's," Conan began. He paused. "Listen, I have a favor to ask, there's something I need from you. Get back to me when you can." Taking a deep breath Conan dropped the phone back to his side. "Well, I guess I better head in for the nigh-" In the moments of him speaking his phone began to ring. "Jodie-sensei?" Conan was hopeful. Raising the phone he found this not to be the case. "It's Dr. Agasa." What could he possibly be calling about? A break in the case regarding the fear toxin perhaps? "Doc, it's me," said Conan answering the call. "What's up?" "Shinichi, it's Mitsuhiko-kun," Hiroshi dispensed. "Did he finally turn up?" there was a relief to be heard in his voice. "Where was he?" "No, I just received a call from his mother," Hiroshi replied. "Shinichi, like the rest of us.. she hasn't been able to get ahold of him. He's missing." His phone began to tremble in hand. "No…" ….. The boarding process had finally concluded. Now traveling down a fleet of stairs Kaito brought eye to the key card in hand, one which read; 'R 22B'. The end of the staircase was reached shortly after. Lowering the card in hand Kaito referred to his travel mate. "Aoko, what room number are you in?" "6B," replied Aoko who walked a short distance ahead of him. Catching up to her side Kaito spoke again. "So.. when are you going to tell me why you really invited me on this cruise?" There had to be a reason. "Surely you didn't drag us all the way out here for just a little sightseeing?" "If I were to tell you now that would ruin the surprise," Aoko replied. "Surprise?" The door reading 6B was reached moments later. Holding out the key card Aoko swiped it which allowed her entry to the room. "We'll meet back up in a bit, there's a few things I need to do," said Aoko who stepped in past the door. Kaito watched as the door closed before him. "How long before you want to-" "I'll call you," Aoko's voice carried from the other side. Sighing Kaito turned back for the hall. It was here that he laid eyes on two women who strolled past. "I recognize them. Yah, they're one of the last people who boarded this ship." No doubt they were heading toward their assigned room. Given his room was in the same direction Kaito followed. While proceeding Kaito took note of the fact all even numbered rooms were on the right while all odd numbered doors were on the left. Room 22B was reached sooner than he expected. "Now, where did I put that key?" Moving his hand through his pocket Kaito grabbed hold of the room key. "There you are." Just as he was to swipe it he caught eye of the two women who were standing outside of the room next to his own. "I wonder why they haven't entered yet." "Oh come on," she said taking another swipe of the card. "It's not working." "Maybe you're sliding it wrong," the woman beside her stated. "I've already tried both ways," she responded. "Here, why don't you let me take a look," greeted Kaito who approached the two. The girl holding the key froze upon his approach, her eyes locked in awe. Reaching out Kaito grabbed hold of the card she possessed. "Hmmmm.." After examining the card Kaito then looked up at the room they were attempting to enter. "So that would explain." "What?" questioned the woman with the longer hair of the two. "Have you figured out what's wrong?" Nodding Kaito handed the key card back to the shorter haired woman. "This room 24B, your card is for room 24A," Kaito pointed out. "In other words, you're on the wrong floor." The two women looked to one another, then back at him before laughing. "Oops, my mistake," said the longer haired girl who wore a pair of finger cut gloves. "I had forgotten that I asked the captain to move us up a floor." Kaito smiled, finding humor in the situation. "It happens to us all. Don't mind it." "Well then, we better get going." Kaito went on to turn back for his room. "Wait, what's your name?" the shorter haired girl asked. Turning once more Kaito came to face the shorter haired girl. "Kaito," he replied. "It's nice to meet you Kaito-kun, I'm Chiasa," she replied bowing her head. "And this is Yuriko." "Perhaps I'll see you both around," Kaito said. Chiasa smiled brightly. "I sincerely hope so!" "Ok, we really should be going," said Yuriko who grabbed hold of her friends hand before marching forward. "See you later Kaito-kun!" waved Chiasa as the two departed. He watched as the pair strolled away. "Did you have to make it so obvious," scolded Yuriko after the two were halfway down the hall. "I can't help it, he's really cute," argued Chiasa. Vaguely hearing their words Kaito smiled as he turned for the door he stood before. Sliding the card he forced his way in. "Might as well get myself acquainted." Now inside the room he did just that. To his surprise the space to find was much larger than he had anticipated. Far across the room was screen door, one which provided a view of the ocean on the outside. Toward the right was where the bed was located; next to it on the left was a night stand. Kaito then looked to the other side of the room to find a TV attached to the wall, below it was a dresser. There was a door to spot further up, what could be on the other side? He assumed it to be the bathroom. "Well, I'm not exactly in a rush to go anywhere," said Kaito who walked. Finding way to the side of the bed he removed his bag before tossing it into a chair that was near. Fading back he fell onto the softness of the sheets below. "Just what will this delightful cruise bring?" Laying there his mind began to flow to a matter that had been lost to him since arriving. "The Riddler." There was no way that what occurred the other night was over. On the contrary, that was only the beginning. There was no doubt about this in his mind. "Lucky for me I took note of every riddle the Riddler gave that night." Raising his phone to eye Kaito went on to open a window that had stored notes for everything he had accounted for the previous night. "You played your first hand man of riddles… just what will be your next move?" …. Ten minutes passed since the ship's departure. In that time everyone had cleared the deck, all except Mitsuhiko. He was becoming growingly anxious by the minute. If there was a possible murder to come, what good would standing around do? Damian who had left for a short time returned, clearly focused on something that was on his phone. "Damian-kun, didn't you say we should be on the lookout for anything or anyone suspicious?" reminded Mitsuhiko. "How can we do that if we stay up here?" Damian didn't respond. "Hey, are you even listening?" asked Mitsuhiko trying to get his attention for a second time. "Silence," Damian retorted. "You're distracting me." "What could be more important than our mission?" Damian didn't respond. Could it be that he wasn't taking it serious? The thought of it crawled into mind. "Should I tell him?" Mitsuhiko looked over at Damian. "Should I tell him the truth? No.. I can do this. This is my case, I'll crack the mystery, no matter what!" It was time to act. "Standing around isn't going to get me anywhere." As Mitsuhiko turned to walk Damian spoke. "That's it, bout time." His words pulled Mitsuhiko's attention. Curious as to what he was talking about he looked back at him. "What are you talking about?" "I hacked into the server," informed Damian. "Now we'll know who is staying in which room aboard this ship." This was good news. "What! Really?!" Raising the phone Damian skimmed through the list he now had at his disposal. "Where are you Bane, what name are you traveling under?" The thought of that rolled through his mind as he scrolled down. He stopped upon coming across a certain name on the list. "Enab? … That's Bane's name spelled backwards, that has to be him. Room 12B." Directly under Bane's listing he found the names of two others that grabbed his attention; Drib and Ggort. "Room's 13B and 14B, Bird and Trogg no doubt. You seriously can't convince me that was the best they could come up with for fake names." "Damian-kun." "What?" questioned Damian who swung his head to face him. "What about that really suspicious guy we saw board earlier," Mitsuhiko asked. "The one who was wearing the hygiene mask.. what was his name again?" "Manabu Yoneda," answered Damian who now had his name atop the list. "Room 2B." "Great, then that's where we'll go." "Pretty sure we're not getting in without a key card to that room," Damian noted. "And it's not like we can just knock on his door and say let us in, we're investigating you for looking painfully suspicious." Mitsuhiko chuckled. "Why not, we could at least give it a try." "Very humorous," replied Damian with a dose of sarcasm. "Hey, where did you go just a while ago," Mitsuhiko asked. "You told me to stay here, but you never told me where you were going." "Oh yah, I almost forgot about that." Reaching into his pocket Damian revealed a key card. "This one is yours, Room 25A." Damian handed the key card over to him. Mitsuhiko was admittedly surprised. "You really got me my own room? How much did it cos-" "An insignificant detail," Damian shot down. "Here's the deal, this ship has four levels; the deck where we are now, floor A which is directly beneath us, floor B, and the bottom level which we visited earlier." "You mean where the storage room is right?" "Yes," Damian confirmed. "I purchased you a room for floor A and my room is on floor B. This was intentional." Mitsuhiko's detective instincts kicked in. "I see, you wanted us to be able to explore both floors without coming off as suspicious to the other guests. As long as I have my key card for floor 'A' no one will question me roaming that area, likewise for you on floor 'B'." Damian was impressed. "Perhaps you'll be useful after all." "Wait, are you saying you didn't believe in me beforehand?" "Ah hem," Damian huffed as he turned away. "Listen, this is all that is located on floor A outside of the rooms for guests. Toward the rare of the ship is where this ship's kitchen is located; in there is where the cooks will be." "Why do you say? Do you want me to investigate them too?" "It wouldn't hurt," Damian replied. "He's right," Mitsuhiko thought. "I still don't know the full circumstances for what is going to happen." Damian continued. "Located beside the kitchen is the cafeteria, you'll want to check there as well." "Got it," nodded Mitsuhiko. "Now on the opposite side of floor B is where the game room is located." Mitsuhiko's eyes lit up. "Game room?" Damian's eyes narrowed. "That's not going to be a distraction for you is it?" Mitsuhiko shook his head. "Of course not, why would it?" Damian took a long hard look at him. While not completely convinced he found it in himself to take his word for it. "Like the cafeteria, if there is anyone in there I want you to observe them from a distance. Don't engage or bring any attention to yourself, just observe." He nodded. "Got it." That moment was when it really hit him. "Hey, what exactly should I be on the lookout for?" "As I said before, if anything out of the ordinary happens you'll keep note of it and report to me." "Well.. that doesn't really help." "Is the makeup of my words that difficult for you to comprehend?" questioned Damian. "I fully understand, that's not what I'm saying." "Then what?" "You still haven't told me why we're doing this," Mitsuhiko replied. "If you tell me what we're specifically looking for it would give me a better handle for what I should be searching for." "Trust me when I say the less you know the better," Damian shot down. "Either way that wraps up all there is to find on floor A." "What about floor B?" "You need not concern yourself with that," replied Damian. "I'll be searching floor B myself." "So I search floor A, you search floor B.. then what?" "We regroup and head to the bottom level together," Damian responded. "Outside of the storage room there are still a number of other places we need to check. These areas would include; the indoor pool, a steam room, a recreation center, and the armory." Mitsuhiko was surprised by the last. "An armory? What is something like that doing on a cruiser?" "It's merrily there for guests to spectate if they so choose," Damian explained. "Nothing more. Unless you have any more enquiries, shall we proceed?" "I do have one more question. How long do you want to search floors 'A' and 'B' before we meet on the bottom floor?" "Hmmm.." Damian gave it some thought. "Let's try and keep it within the fifteen minute range, a little under or over is ok. That all?" Mitsuhiko nodded. "That's it." "Very well." ….. Conan had searched high and low. No matter where he looked there was no sign of Mitsuhiko. He stopped after reaching a certain street corner. Once there he looked down at his watch. "They should be here any moment," Conan determined after noting the time. As expected a short time later Haibara and Ayumi came into view from his right while Genta panned in from the left. "Any luck guys?!" asked an out of breath Genta. "No sign of him at the park," Ayumi replied. "He wasn't at the school either," Genta conveyed. "We've searched every place we'd expect him to be," Haibara added. "Dammit," hissed Conan under his breath. "Just where could he be?" "According to what was told to the Professor from Tsuburaya-kun's parents, he was on his way to meet the rest of us," Harbara relayed. "Something clearly happened that prevented him from showing." "But what?" Genta questioned. "It could also be something prompted his focus elsewhere," Haibara added. "Wherever he is, Tsuburaya-kun has either lost his phone or is unable to use it due to his situation or the battery being dead all together." Ayumi gulped. "Or maybe it's because he's.." "Don't think that," Conan stated. "He's alive for sure, I know it. We'll find him, so don't you worry." Haibara looked to the sky, noting how dark it had gotten within the past couple minutes. "It's getting dark, perhaps we should continue our search of the neighborhood inside the car alongside the professor." Conan agreed. "I'll call him and let him know to meet us here." The young detective did as he said he would, raising the phone to ear as he waited for an answer. "We'll find him no matter what." … Mitsuhiko now walked the floors of level A. He had just exited the stairwell. On the right was another door. He could check to see what was on the other side or instead opt to go down the long hall that led to the other side of the ship. "It'd be best if I checked this room now, I'll save myself a trip." With his mind now made up Mitsuhiko turned for the door. After reaching it he noticed a sign hanging over the door, one which read 'Cafeteria'. "Damian-kun was right; the cafeteria is definitely on this floor." Now with an idea what to expect Mitsuhiko turned the door knob which allowed him entry. The cafeteria was much larger in size then he had been expecting. Subconsciously he began accounting for everything that came to view. There were fifteen seating areas spread across the room … no seventeen, each from what he could tell could at least host twenty people at a time. Mitsuhiko scoured the room further, counting off every person that fell in his line of sight. "One, two, three.. four. That's it," Mitsuhiko said. "There's only four people in here." While he may not have noticed at first glass, far across the room in the right corner another door was spotted. "Could that be where the kitchen is located?" Pressing an inch forward Mitsuhiko stopped after catching eye of something left of him. "Oh, it's just a water fountain." Further down was a hanging sign which read 'Rest Room' was spotted. He looked away, refocusing on what was most important; the subjects to investigate. "Damian-kun said only to observe, not to engage. I don't see how that's going to help us learn anything, and with a possible murder on the line there's no way I can just sit back and make mental annotations." With his mind now made up Mitsuhiko walked toward the four who sat near the door. "I recognize all of them. The two sitting with their backs to me are Kiku Toda and her father Katsuo Yanagi." Mitsuhiko was sure of this. "The two sitting across from them is that up and coming singer Reira Jo and her agent Issuma Sadow." Reira who was holding a menu in hand was the first to notice him approaching. "Hey there," she greeted. Mitsuhiko waved in return. "Hi!" Everyone else who sat among them became aware of his arrival. "Who is this?" Issuma asked. "Reira-san, do you know this boy?" She responded by shaking her head. "I do not." Reira then looked him in the eyes. "I take it you would like an autograph?" This was the perfect opportunity. Mitsuhiko played it off as that, nodding as to confirm the predicted. "Yes, I would really like that!" Reira turned to Issuma. "Sadow-kun do you have a pen and a piece of paper on you?" "Of course," he replied. A few moments was all it took for him to search his pocket for a writing utensil and a notepad. Ripping out a page he handed it over along with the pen. "There you go." Reira wrote her name down before holding it out for Mitsuhiko to handle. "All done, here you are little guy." Mitsuhiko bowed his head before thanking her after accepting the piece of paper. "I can't thank you enough." It was now time to act on his true motive for what brought him here. "Jo-san, what lead to you joining this cruise, if you don't mind me asking?" She took a couple seconds to think about the asked. "A small vacation would be the best way of putting it," Reira replied. "What better way to do that than taking a cruise?" "Hard to argue against that," Mitsuhiko said. "Better make that the both of us," spoke Kiku who sat directly across from Reira. "There's nothing better than taking a cruise to get away from it all." Mitsuhiko looked up at her. "So you're on vacation?" "That's right," confirmed Kiku who looked down at him. "Today marks my father's Birthday who just turned fifty two. To celebrate that my husband and I who just married a couple months ago decided we'd go on a cruise to celebrate." Mitsuhiko looked around after hearing this. "Where is your husband now?" "Upstairs resting up for a bit, he plans on joining us in a bit," Kiku replied. "It's been a long day to say the least." "Tell me about it," murmured Mitsuhiko. "Where are my manners, I failed to ask your name," Reira said. "Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko," he proudly replied. Reira smiled. "Well it is a pleasure to meet you Mitsuhiko-kun. So who are you with? Your parents? Surely you aren't traveling alone?" "I.." Unexpectedly the five would be joined by a young man who made his way over from across the room. Taking note of his apparel which consisted of a white apron and white fluffy hat sitting atop his head there was no mistaking who it was in Mitsuhiko's mind. "This must be one of the cooks. None of these people seem all that troublesome, there's no need for me to stick around any longer." "Hello everyone, my name is Nenjo, and I will be the one serving you tonight," he introduced. "Can I start you all off with some drinks?" With everyone's attention now diverted on the cook Mitsuhiko took that opportunity to stroll off. He exited out the same door he had entered. Now back in the hall he took a deep breath. "That takes care of the cafeteria, now for the game room." From there he marched onward. As he did he couldn't help but shed eye to the number of guest rooms he passed. 1A, 2A, 6A.. 13A. The numbers increased the further he progressed. One of the doors ahead flew open without warning. Mitsuhiko stopped, was someone about to come out? "Yuriko, I'll meet you down at the pool!" Mitsuhiko was uncertain of who the voice belonged to. "Ok," another spoke. "I'll join you soon Chiasa. I'm going to stop by the cafeteria first to get us some snacks." "Alrighty!" A moment later a young woman dressed in a two piece gold and black swim suit stepped out. Not wanting to get in her way Mitsuhiko stepped off to the side. Noticing his gesture Chiasa spoke. "Thank you." "You're welcome," a smiling Mitsuhiko replied. Now with a clear path ahead the young detective continued forward. The final guest room on this floor was 25A. Making a left turn after reaching the end of the hall Mitsuhiko came to find a door on the right no more than five yards away. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "That has to be the game room." Excitement mounted. What would he find on the other side? What kind of games would be available? The door was reached in short. Once inside he was astonished by what he saw, not expecting to sight as much as he did. There was a pool table no more than ten feet into the room. Turning his head he spotted a badminton setup nearby, a set of dart boards, and a table hockey further left. While the lights were a bit dim in this room he was still able to make out where everything was. "What to try first?" Moving deeper into the room Mitsuhiko noticed a fleet of stairs toward the right, his eyes widening after spotting what was on the second level of the room. "Arcade games!" Following the floor lights that were embedded Mitsuhiko excitedly hurried to the next floor. Once at the top he heard a sound that was familiar. "Could it be?" It sounded like that of someone mashing buttons, which could only mean one thing, someone else was in the game room besides him. Determined to find out who Mitsuhiko followed the continuous sound to its source. Maneuvering around two arcade machines Mitsuhiko came to spot two men who were seemingly battling against each other in one of the games, due to them standing side by side. Closing the distance Mitsuhiko came to recognize who they were, the black leather jackets they wore being a dead giveaway. "Kiyoshi and Saburo.. yah, I'm pretty sure that's what their names are." How should he greet them? That was the question that resided. Mitsuhiko contemplated that as he continued to approach the pair. "There we go! How do you like that combo?!" "Phff!" the other grunted. "The red button on this control pad was jammed there for a second, that's the only reason you were able to land those hits." "That's right, let's hear those usual excuses Saburo." "I'm not lying," Saburo protested. "Switch me sticks, you'll see!" "Stop ur complainin', the match isn't over yet." Mitsuhiko stopped after falling within inches of the pair. It didn't take long for one of them to notice. "Yes!" shouted Kiyoshi who threw his arms into the air. "I'll take that win! At this rate you might want to retire my friend." "It's not even like that, I was distracted by this kid," Saburo argued. "Are you really fallin' to that level of excuses?" Kiyoshi laughed. "An imaginary friend, really?" "No, I'm not kidding," said Saburo who pointed directly at Mitsuhiko. "Look!" Feeling his friend was telling a tall tale, Kiyoshi gave his friend the benefit of the doubt and looked to find there was someone else now among them. "Who the hell are you?!" Mitsuhiko gritted his teeth. This was not how he envisioned things going. "I umm.. I was just looking for a game to.. play." "Cool it Kiyoshi, you're scaring the boy," Saburo stated before looking back down at him. "What's your name kid?" "Mitsuhiko," he replied. "That's my name." "Well then Mitsuhiko-kun, is there something we could help you with?" Saburo asked. "Perhaps you wanted to play the game we're currently occupying?" Mitsuhiko waved his hands back and forth in denial. "No, that's not it at all," he assured. "I'm just looking around." Following this Mitsuhiko made a move to walk away. "I guess I should be going now." The thought of it ran through his mind, to ask or not to ask. Unexpected to the others Mitsuhiko stopped after only taking a couple steps. "Something the matter?" questioned Kiyoshi. "You drop something?" Mitsuhiko had made up his mind. He looked back at the two men. "I hope you don't mind if I ask you guys something." "It depends what you're askin'," Kiyoshi replied. Dropping all hesitation Mitsuhiko went on to ask what was on his mind. "What made you guys decide to join this cruise?" The pair looked to one another before looking back at him. "Admittedly none of this was planned," Saburo informed. "It was Yasu who received three tickets in the mail about two months ago for this specific cruise." "Yasu.. that must be the girl that was with them the first time I saw them," Mitsuhiko remembered. "You said she received the tickets. What do you mean by that? Did she not go out and purchase them?" Kiyoshi shook his head. "She won them in some kind of prize drawing, one she didn't recall entering, her own words." "Whether she remembers or not, we'll take it!" Saburo yelled. "I've never been on a cruise before now!" "I see.." Mitsuhiko paused. "What's this all about anyway?" asked Kiyoshi. "Why do you care to know all of this?" "Well, I guess I should be going. My friend is probably wondering where I am," Mitsuhiko smilingly waved. "See ya!" The young detective took off from there, not once looking back. Kiyoshi shook his head as he watched the boy turn the corner. "What a strange kid." "You can say that again," agreed Saburo. He went on to shift his focus back to the arcade game beside them. "Up for a couple more rounds?" "More rounds of grown ass beatings delivered to you? How could I possibly turn down such a generous offer?" Saburo rolled his eyes. "Ya, we'll just have to see about that. Let's do this!" …. BWOOM! Kaito pushed up from where he had fallen asleep, his heart now pounding. "That loud noise, what was that?" He stood up from the bed as he looked to the screen door right of him. "It sounded like glass shattering.. like it came from outside." Walking over Kaito opened the screen door. Now on the balcony he searched the area. There was a glass table aligned with two chairs on the right. Looking left there was nothing more to find. He was certain what he had heard came from the outside. Yet, there was nothing that appeared to be broken. Kaito went on to step up to the railing, looking overboard he saw nothing but an endless sea. "Maybe I was just hearing things." Kaito looked to the night sky. The view of the moon was enough to draw a smile. A sound suddenly erupted from back in the room. "My phone." Retrieving his phone which was still positioned on the bed Kaito came to find he had five missed calls and a number of unread texts. "Of course all of them would be from Aoko. No doubt she's wondering where I am." Checking the time Kaito found that over twenty minutes had passed since he had entered the room. "I better get going before Aoko orchestrates some kind of riot to find me." He checked the most recent received text which read; "In cafeteria, where R U?!" "Yep, I better hurry." Placing the phone back into his pants Kaito walked toward the door. He stopped, it was subtle, but he was certain he heard something. Kaito looked right; it was coming from the other side of the wall. "It sounds like a shower is running. I guess someone is in room 24B after all." Continuing onward Kaito made his way out, certain to make sure the door was securely locked on his way out. Kaito looked right; rooms 24B and 25B directly across could be seen. Past both rooms there was a lone door at the end of the hall. "I wonder what's in there?" Upon questioning this Kaito spotted a sign cemented above it, one reading 'Computer Room'. "That's definitely not where I want to be. If I'm not mistaking the staircase to the next floor is this way," said Kaito who turned left. He took only a step after hearing something from behind. Looking over his shoulder he saw nothing. He stood there for several moments before going on to shake his head. "I guess it's nothing." As he walked his thoughts drifted back to what he had been thinking about earlier. He tried to block it all out. "I'll worry about all of that later. One night of a relaxing cruise shouldn't hurt." As Kaito came within feet of the door leading to the stairwell he heard a sound once more, one which echoed through the hall. He grinned. "And this is the part where I turn around to find that there isn't anyone ther-" Kaito was cold stunned to find that there was someone standing at the far end of the hall where he had come. It looked to be a man, one wearing a white jacket, shades, a ski cap, and a hygiene mask over his mouth. Their sights were aimed dead on each other. Kaito felt as if his heart skipped a beat. In the heat of the moment the door from behind swung open, startling Kaito who spun around and raised his hands to the air as if to prepare for a fight. "Relax kid, I'm just running a surveillance check for this floor. We've been having a couple glitch problems with a couple of the cameras." Kaito sighed in relief after finding it was only one of the security guards. "Sorry, you startled me," Kaito apologized as he lowered his hands. "I figured that much," replied the security guard. Kaito looked over his shoulder to find that there was no longer anyone standing at the end of the hall. "Did I envision all of that?" The security guard noticed this. "Something wrong?" Kaito shook his head. "Nothing, nothing at all.." … Mitsuhiko couldn't get the thought of it out of his mind. The mysterious man he had followed earlier in the day, the truck driver, the dead body, and now the possibility of a planned murder. How did it all tie together? Above all, was it wise for him to keep this all to himself? He was starting to question that very thing. "I wish Conan was here, he would figure this out no problem." After refocusing his sights Mitsuhiko found only three steps remained before he was to reach the bottom; noting this instead of continuing to walk Mitsuhiko jumped, bringing him to the stairs end. "Now, to find Damian-kun." The door leading to the hallway was only a few feet away. Pushing toward it Mitsuhiko heard a voice. "Don't bother." Mitsuhiko turned around just as Damian stepped out from the side of the stairs where he clearly had been waiting. "Took you long enough." "Don't do that, you scared me!" Mitsuhiko shrieked. "Hardly see how that's my problem," Damian said in response. "How did things go on floor 'A'? Anything worth reporting?" Mitsuhiko shook his head. "What about you?" "Outside of the rooms for guests, there was only the computer and laundry room on that floor. Both which were empty.. now, shall we?" commented Damian who took a step toward the door. When Damian realized Mitsuhiko wasn't following he stopped. "What's the big idea? Why aren't you moving?" "Damian-kun, I… there is something I need to tell you." "We don't have time for any of that, come on," Damian responded with the sway of his left hand. "It's really important though," Mitsuhiko argued. Damian grunted as he faced him once more. "Alright then, what's so important?" "Well.. you know how earlier I told you I ended up on this ship by accident? I might not have been entirely honest." Damian crossed his arms over his chest. "Didn't I tell you I didn't care why or how you ended up on thi-" "There's a dead body in the storage room." Mitsuhiko jumped straight to the point. "And if what I heard earlier is true, someone aboard this ship is going to be killed before this cruise is over." Damian's eyes widened as his arms dropped down to his side in disbelief. The uncertain look on his face turned to one of determination just as fast. "Tsuburaya… tell me everything." …. Traffic was light at the given moment. How much time had passed since either had spoken a word? He blinked an eye, the urge to close his eyes completely weighed heavily. It had been a long day to say the least. Passing another street light his eyes peered off to the right side, he was familiar with the area and knew a coffee shop would soon be reached. When that time came he took a right, pulling into the parking lot of the desired location. The man sitting in the passenger seat was confused by this action. "Gin, what are we doing here?" "To get a drink, why else would I stop here?" questioned Gin who pulled into an empty parking space. After bringing the vehicle to a halt he looked to his comrade. "You coming?" Vodka shrugged. "Why not?" The two exited the vehicle to be met by a passing breeze. "Finally a chance to stretch my legs." Gin said nothing as he advanced toward the coffee shop. "Bro, hold on," Vodka called. "What about the meeting, is it still going down Saturday?" Gin stopped before turning to match his eyes. "The meeting has been pushed back due to that side show being pushed to Sunday," informed Gin. "In other words our meeting will occur Sunday night to coincide as we originally planned." "No doubt all because of that Riddler fiasco," Vodka assumed. "I still don't see why it's so important for our meeting to fall in line with that Kamen Yaiba showing." "Complaining isn't going to change that." "I'm aware." Moments of filled silence passed between the pair. ".. Gin, tell me. What have you heard about the newcomer, Horilka? You never specified to me what they're bringing to the table." "… They have a special background for hunting." "Hunting? Doesn't sound all that special to me," Vodka remarked. "Last I checked we're not an organization of poachers." "Horilka hunting is for a special kind of people." "Oh yah, and what kind of people are we talking?" "Mercenaries." Vodka was now intrigued. "Mercenaries? Since when do we go after mercenari-" "The moment one foiled not one, or two, but three of our organization's operations within the past four months," relayed Gin. "I never heard that." "I received the news myself earlier today," Gin said. "In regards to the new, Horilka is being brought in to find them, and when that happens.. I will put the pest on ice myself." This was not what Vodka was expecting to hear. "Someone has been screwing with our business?! Who?!" Gin turned for the coffee shop. "We don't have a name, no knowledge of where she or he is from, we don't know who they answers to.. if anyone. We know very little, only that they are skilled in the art of combat and are proficient with firearms." Gin began to walk with Vodka following. "Nothing we can't handle." Vodka was confident in his words. "Bro, this person.. the mercenary, do we at least have a description for what the bastard may look like?" Now halfway across the lot Gin stopped, facing his partner for a final time. "No one has gotten a look at their face, even if they've managed to come within feet of them." "Huh? If people have gotten that close how were they not able to make out their look?" "I'm told this specific mercenary wears a hood over their head," answered Gin who turned to walk once more. "A 'red hood'." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 26 Guest List First the fear toxin, then Riddler, and now.. now him? Damian couldn't believe it. There was no way this could be coincidence, could it? Trogg turned to the man that now stood behind him, a questioning look prevalent on his face. "You sure about this, don't you want me to-" "Unnecessary," rejected Bane. "A matter such as this doesn't call for such action. You may see yourself out Trogg." "But boss." Trogg would be cut off for a second time. "I don't plan on dismissing you for a third time, go." The command in Bane's voice was powerful. "I.. yes, of course." Making his way by Trogg exited. This left just the three of them. Mitsuhiko turned focus to the items that had fallen out of the barrel he had inside. Walking over he picked up each and everything that had scattered back into the barrel. After doing so he sat the barrel back up. In that moment Mitsuhiko's eyes popped. "There it is!" The very crate that had led him to this point was sitting in the far right corner of the room, stashed behind several other shipments. There was something strange, something that didn't sit quite right. "The strong odor I smelled while in the back of that truck, how come I can't smell it anymore? The body is just over there, so shouldn't we be able to smell it?" Damian glanced over at him in the seconds that followed. "What is it?" questioned Mitsuhiko after noticing this. "Would you mind waiting outside?" Mitsuhiko pointed to himself. "You want me to wait outside?" "I'm certain you're the only one standing next to me," Damian pointed out. "Who else could I possibly be talking to? Your imaginary friend?" "I don't have a.."Mitsuhiko paused. "Forget it." Turning in the direction of the doorway he gulped upon sighting the large man that stood in wait. When Mitsuhiko didn't immediately begin walking Damian gave him a push. "The door isn't going to come to you." "I know that," muttered Mitsuhiko. He pressed on, his legs feeling as if they were weakening with each taken step, almost as if he was walking through an endless swamp of mud. The closer he got, the faster his heart raced. He took one look at Bane before swinging his head elsewhere. "Gee, that is one big guy! I'd hate to get on his bad side." As Mitsuhiko came within inches of Bane he began to shiver. He glanced up at him for a second time, bringing about a fear he only got when coming across that of death. Mitsuhiko managed to look away, hurrying along after stepping past him. After reaching the door Mitsuhiko breathed a sigh of relief. He looked in the direction of the crate for a final time. "I will solve this mystery, no matter what." From there Mitsuhiko stepped out of the room. This left just the two of them. Many seconds passed, not a word. Damian took the liberty of delivering the first line. "Well." "Well," to which Bane responded. Damian knew he would have to choose his next words carefully. There was no way he could afford confrontation, especially not against someone like Bane without the assistance of any of the others. Maintaining a look of confidence Damian strolled over, coming within feet of him in short time. "I would have never expected to cross you while on my travels," Damian admitted. "Likewise." Damian's sights fell to the ground momentarily. Twitching an eye Bane grunted; he was becoming impatient. Damian faced him once more. "What are you doing in Japan? And on a cruiser of all places? Admittedly, I never took you for a vacationer Bane." "I'm not obligated nor will I answer to the likes of you," Bane scoffed. "You will however tell me what you're doing aboard this ship, I don't believe in unwanted coincidence to this level." Damian went on to cross his arms over his chest. "And if I don't?" Leaning forward Bane closed the distance between them. "Listen here chico, I'm going to ask one thing of you and I'm only going to ask it once. Stay out of my things and out of my way, clear? That goes for your camarada as well." "You don't intimidate me," Damian retorted. Bane grinned. "You're alone. What hope would you have against me?" "What makes you so sure I'm alone?" "I have surveillance installed in certain locations on this ship, one being this storage room," Bane relayed. "Did you really think it was coincidence that I tailed you down here so soon after you arrived? And from the footage I've gathered I know you've come alone." "It appears I've been figured." "I'll always be a step ahead." "What the hell are you planning to do?" Bane stood back up straight. "I plan nothing. And if you mind your own business I give my word no harm will come to you or anyone else," promised Bane as he turned for the door himself. "Dear cross me bird, and I'll break you." There was nothing more to say. Bane exited the room in the same fashion he had come. Now alone, Damian stood in silence. What was he to do now? Somewhere in the room Bane had already set up a recording device of his own, so if he were to plant one himself Bane would surely know. Clutching his right fist Damian stomped a foot. "Damn him.. this changes everything." Moments later the storage door cracked open once more. "What now?" wondered Damian. In seconds he came to find it was only Mitsuhiko. "Oh, it's you." "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Mitsuhiko questioned, referring to the tone in his words. "Ah.. nothing," Damian responded. "Aren't you going to come out," asked Mitsuhiko who stepped back into the room. "Or do you plan on staying in here?" "Of course I don't plan on staying in here," replied Damian who launched an effort toward the door, moving past Mitsuhiko in the process. "Hey, wait for me!" called Mitsuhiko who followed after him. Now in the darkness of the hall Damian raised a hand to his chin, his thoughts scattering to make meaning of it all. The shipment of the toxin, Bane.. both on the same cruiser? What was the connection? Was there even a connection? Could it be pure coincidence? "Father once said the obvious is never to be overlooked, but to also account for the unlikely or unexpected." This in Damian's mind meant everyone else on the cruiser was just as much of a suspect as Bane in regards to who was linked to the shipment of the toxin. The question now, who? "Damian-kun, so," began Mitsuhiko. "I got the vibe you knew those guys. Are they friends of yours?" His words did not register to Damian who kept moving through the hall. "Given that Bane already has cameras stationed throughout the ship, me doing the same would only draw his attention. I'll have to go about my investigation in a more discreet way," Damian thought to himself. "But even with that said I need something to expand my sight.. I need an extra set of eyes." "Hey Damian-kun, are you even listening?" asked Mitsuhiko who continued to pursue his attention. "That's it!" Damian stopped abruptly which caused Mitsuhiko to do the same. "What's wrong?" Mitsuhiko asked. Facing him Damian responded. "You'll have to do." Mitsuhiko was puzzled. "Wh.. what?" "Listen Tsuburaya, I have an assignment for you," Damian conveyed. "I need your help with something." Mitsuhiko was not expecting this. "You need my help?" "You and your friends.. you're the Detective Boys, right?" Mitsuhiko nodded, giving confirmation. "What about it?" "I need that side of you, a detective. The task is simple. How should I put this.." Damian momentarily fell silent. "I just need you to keep an eye on things." "Keep an eye on things?" Mitsuhiko went on to rub the top of his head in obvious confusion. "Um, yah.. I don't get it what you're talking about." Damian clarified. "All passengers on this ship besides you and myself, I want you to keep a lookout for anyone or anything suspicious." "Have you already forgotten? I ended up on this ship by accident," Mitsuhiko reminded. "Without a paid ticket I'll be kicked off the cruiser if security or the captain finds out." "Drop it already, we both know you didn't end up on this ship by some unplanned measure of coincident," stated Damian who began walking once more, pulling out his phone in the process. "As far as a paid ticket is concerned, you need not worry about that. I'll make sure that's not a problem." Mitsuhiko followed after him. "Where are we going?" "To the deck," replied Damian. "Everyone who is scheduled to be a part of tonight's cruise should all be boarding soon. First impressions are always very telling." "How many people will be on board in all?" "The number I have is only for those who pre-paid," replied Damian. "That won't account for those that will show up within the hour. I checked the list for staff earlier, outside of us the people confirmed to be on board are the captain, two security guards, and two cooks." "What time is the cruiser supposed to depart?" "Seven forty five sharp," replied Damian who went on to check the time. It was twenty two after seven. "We have roughly twenty five minutes before that time comes." "You said before you want me to look out for anything suspicious," Mitsuhiko referred back to. "And?" "Why?" asked Mitsuhiko. "Believe me Tsuburaya, the less you know the better." That was the only answer Damian was going to give. This sparked a possibility in Mitsuhiko's mind. Could it be that Damian too was aware there was someone aboard the ship who was possibly plotting to commit murder? "No, there's no way he could know. He must be looking out for something else." Mitsuhiko seemed sure of this. The question residing on mind now, should he tell Damian everything he had seen and gone through within the past couple hours? The two walked in silence the rest of the way. In small time the two made it to the destined location. This was Mitsuhiko's first time standing on deck; he looked on in awe at the sight to see. "Wow.." The rich white color of the ship's floor, the gold railings even. What really caught his eye was the outside pool sitting directly in the center of the ship. Mitsuhiko's train of thought would be cut off by Damian who waved him off to the side. "Come on." "Where are we going?" asked Mitsuhiko. He would soon find out. After coming within inches of the railing overlooking the sea Damian stopped. Turning around he began scouring the deck for any new faces. "It doesn't appear any one else has boarded since I visited the storage room." Upon having his view fall toward the far left he noticed the tall man he had spoken with earlier. "Hey, Tsuburaya," Damian began. "Stay here for a sec, I'll be right back." "Where are you going?" Mitsuhiko asked. Damian walked off without so much as an explanation. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised." It didn't take long for Damian to close the distance. It took only moments for the tall man to notice him. "So the little guy returns." "Damian," he went on to convey. "Damian Wayne." "And I'm Shou Inaba. The pleasure is mine Wayne-kun." Damian crossed his arms over his chest. "Question for you Inaba, within the past couple minutes has anyone else come aboard the ship?" Shou looked up as if to think. "Well, outside of two guys I presumed to be security guards I've yet to see anyone board the.. wait, hold on." Shou paused. "What is it?" Shou looked down at him. "Actually there was someone who did board, some kid in a sports cap," Shou recalled. He then went on to look across the deck area. "Not sure where he ran off to though, that would have been about two minutes ago." "What did he look like?" Damian asked. "Didn't get a close look at him," Shou admitted. "He was young, no older than twenty if I had to take a guess. Why do you ask? You expecting someone?" Damian made a move to walk away. "Something like that." By this time Mitsuhiko's sights had gravitated to the view of the ocean. The sound of footsteps approaching bled through the sound of the sailing waves below. Still focused on the ocean Mitsuhiko spoke. "Did you find what you were looking for?" "To an extent," Damian replied. Turning he leaned his back to the railing as he looked in the direction for where the ramp connected to the ship was. He knew anybody who was to arrive would have to board from there. Standing beside the ramp was one of the security guards. "Hey, Damian-kun.. don't you still want to know what lead to me ending up on this ship?" "At this point in time I don't really care," Damian admitted. "We need to focus on all who board. That's all that matters." Mitsuhiko looked back at the ocean. "So, what now?" "We wait." Individually both had a lot on their minds. Bane's unexpected appearance.. the Scarecrow's toxin, a possible murder plot. Just what twists and turns would this cruise bring? It was in those silent filled moments of thought that Damian really began to dive into the possibility of it all. "The more and more I think about it the less sense it makes. Bane is a conqueror, and is rarely subtle about how he chooses to make noise. Spreading fear toxin.. that's not his style." It was feeling more and more unlikely by the minute that Bane was linked with the fear toxin. If not him, who? Could it be one of the other passengers that would be a part of tonight's cruise? "From here I'll need to analyze each and every one who boards this cruiser." Without warning someone appeared from afar, someone who made their way up the ramp. Giving sharp eye, Damian made out as much of them as possible. It appeared to be a man based on their stature and size. He had long brown hair, wearing a pair of jeans, blue colored sneakers, and a tan colored sweater. Damian watched as he spoke with the security guard who was handling the boarding check ins. "And you are?" asked the security guard. "Lukmar Xiene." the man held up an ID to confirm this. The security guard then went on to check the list showing who had paid, nodding his head before giving him the ok. "Got ya, you're free to enter." He then went on to hand him a key card. "Your room number is 24B." Moving past, Lukmar walked across the ship's deck. He didn't stop, continuing toward the left end of the ship. "Doesn't appear to be anything suspicious about him, even so I'll be sure to keep an eye on him just in case," Damian said. Not long after three more people marched up the ramp. Traveling in the front was young man and woman, both dressed in what one would describe as jogging attire. The woman had two carryon bags while the man had only one. Along with them was an older man who trailed slightly behind. He wore a pair of shades and held a cane in his left hand. "Welcome to the Sunshine cruiser. And you three are?" inquired the security guard. The young man took the liberty of answering. "I am Taro Toda," he replied before then turning to the woman who stood at his side. "And this is my wife Kiku Toda along with my father in law, Katsuo Yanagi." The security guard found their listed names in little time. "You may proceed." They too received card keys. "Clearly they're traveling as a family." Like the first there didn't appear to be anything suspicious about the trio. Unlike the man to have boarded before them the three of them headed towards the right. Suddenly a sound was heard, a loud splash that came left from where he stood. "What was that..?" Damian assumed it to be some fish splashing about beside the ship. Moments later someone else appeared at ramp side. "Good, everyone is showing up now." This time it was a single woman. She had long red hair that was tied in a ponytail. Sitting atop her head was a grey colored floppy hat, complementing that was the grey summer dress she wore. The only carry on item she had was the suitcase she dragged along. "She looks innocent enough." Damian couldn't help but look her up and down. The shape of her body, the configuration of her face, the complexion of her skin even.. there was something there. "I don't know what it is, but something seems really familiar about her. I can't quite pin point what though.." Seconds into staring her over Damian felt a nudge at his right arm, turning to find a grinning Mitsuhiko. "What?" Damian questioned. "You're totally checking her out," Mitsuhiko accused. "I am not," denied Damian who looked away. Mitsuhiko giggled. "Yah, whatever you say." "What a delusional claim," remarked Damian under his breath. "Ma'am, would you please state you name," the security guard asked of her. Turning her head with the swing of her hair she held up her ID. "Rosetta," she replied. "Rosetta Dellmara." "You're clear to pass Dellmara-san," the security guard conveyed after checking the list. Given the ok to do so, she grabbed hold of the key card before doing just that. Directly following her was a bald man who stood at least six feet tall. He had on a red tank top and a pair of black colored jeans. Sitting over his shoulders was a backpack, he carried nothing more. "Neour Cheon," the man reported in. "You're listed here, you can enter." Damian caught eye of something over to the right. It was Bane. "What's he up to now?" wondered Damian. Bane wasn't alone; Trogg was with him along with two others, another man and a woman. Damian immediately recognized the long haired blonde man. "That's Bird, Bane's right hand man," Damian noted before turning focus to the woman. "Not a clue who she is, no doubt a new recruit or a business partner of some kind." Not wanting to miss the boarding of anyone else Damian refocused his line of sight. A minute passed, then a couple more. Mitsuhiko spoke once more. "Has everyone boarded yet?" Damian replied. "Still ongoing." A second later another person appeared. The boy wonder's suspicions were tickled. The person to appear wore a thick white jacket, a pair of shades, a ski cap, and a hygiene mask over their mouth. Could it be that they were simply ill? Or was there more to it than that? "State your name," the security guard asked of them. "My name?" "Yes, confirming you're on the guest list or have already paid is a requirement before I can allow you to board." "Oh yes, of course. Manabu Yoneda." Like those who previously boarded his name too was checked off the list. "Welcome to the top of my list of suspects," Damian announced internally. "Hey Damian-kun, look!" Mitsuhiko pointed. "I see someone suspicious! See that person in the jacket?" "Nice catch genius," Damian muttered under his breath. The two watched as the person who was fully covered from head to toe strolled off to the left side of the ship. There was only one thought in Mitsuhiko's mind, was this the person he needed to be weary of. "Damian-Kun, think we should follow him?" "No. If they're up to something us following them will only alert them to the fact we're coming onto them," Damian explained. "We'll watch from afar, and if need be we'll act when the time is right. Got it?" Mitsuhiko nodded. Manabu fell out of sight after turning the corner on the far left. Shortly after two more people approached the security guard. It was a woman and a man. The woman wore a black dress and had on black elbow length gloves. The man standing next to her wore a black suit and carried a brief case in one hand and held a suitcase in the other. "Names?" the security guard went on to ask. "I am Reira Jo," the woman answered before looking toward the man who stood beside her. "And this is Issuma Sadow." Smiling, the security guard nodded his head. "How did I not realize it?! It is a pleasure to meet you Jo-san, I'm a big fan of your work." Reira was flattered to hear this. "Why thank you." "I passed your names on the list earlier, you're free to board," conveyed the security guard who stepped to the side to allow them entry. Damian blinked an eye. "Reira Jo? Is she famous or something? Cus I've never heard of her." Mitsuhiko was surprised to learn this. "You haven't?" "Who is she anyway?" Damian asked. "Some kind of big time star?" "Yep. She is an up and coming singer," informed Mitsuhiko. "Everyone in school has been talking about her. Jo-san's newest track is scheduled to come out early next month." "Is that right?" Damian looked back in the direction of the singer and the man with her. He'd definitely keep tabs on the two of them. The next person to approach the security guard was an older woman, one whom he presumed to be in her late forties, early fifties. She was alone, and carried with her a single suitcase and wore a straw hat atop her head. "Hello there," the woman greeted. She was fully aware of the procedure that was to follow. "My name is Freya Hepperway, I purchased my ticket online about-" "Two hours ago, yes," the security guard confirmed. "I added you to the list of attendees first thing." "Thank you," replied Freya who went on to board after receiving a key card. Splash! For a second time within the past ten minutes Damian heard a loud splash which yanked his attention, even if only a little. "Those must be some good sized fish if I can hear them from here," Damian thought to himself. Redirecting his focus he looked just as three more people came within view. It was a woman accompanied by two men. All three wore sun glasses, stylish black leather jackets, and a backpack of their own. "And you three are?" asked the security guard. The woman who stood front and center titled her shades down to where her dark brown eyes could be seen. "We're the fun bunch," she replied, blowing and popping the chewed gum in her mouth. "I'm Yasu Oehi, and these two freeloaders are-" She would be cut off by the shorter man of the pair. "Name's Kiyoshi, and my pal here is Saburo." Looking over their ID's and running eye down the guest list once more the security guard nodded before looking back at them. "You're all listed, step right on through." The two continued to observe. "They certainly look like a bunch of winners," Damian remarked. "What's that supposed to mean?" Mitsuhiko asked. "Only that they're people we should keep an eye on during the duration of this cruise," answered Damain. "Are you ever going to tell me what exactly we're looking out for?" "Probably not," Damian admitted. Mitsuhiko frowned. "Come on, we're a team now." "No, you're just an extra set of eyes," Damian noted. "Why are you so mean?" asked Mitsuhiko who turned to where he now fully faced him. "I swear you ask too many questions." Mitsuhiko was baffled. "Look," Damian pointed. "Someone else is coming." This time it was a woman, standing at her side was a young boy. How old was he? Six? Maybe seven? The two were greeted by a security guard like everyone else before them. "Need help with your suitcase there kid?" the security guard offered as he gave eye to the boy. "Oh, he'll be ok," the woman assured. "Won't ya Sammy?" The young boy nodded. Smiling, the security guard stepped off to the side. "You're a strong one aren't you?" "You know it," the boy smiled in response. "I'm guessing you're the party of two at the top of the list, Anna and Samuel Hamilton?" "You hit it on the nail mister," confirmed Anna. "That woman is clearly that boy's mother," Damian figured. "No doubt about that." Mitsuhiko agreed. The next to appear was a pair of teenagers, both had on uniforms Damian assumed was representative of whatever school they went to. "Hey, hold on a second," said Mitsuhiko whose eyes narrowed. He took a long hard look at the two to have just arrived. Damian looked at him. "What is it?" "I knew it!" exclaimed Mitsuhiko. "I totally know that girl. Yah, she's Aoko Nakamori, daughter of the inspector of the Tokyo district, Ginzo Nakamori." Damian's mind flashed back to the night he spotted Ginzo for the first time during the whole Riddler fiasco. "Is that right?" Damian then looked to the one who accompanied her. "What about the guy, you know him to?" "Hmmm, he does look familiar," admitted Mitsuhiko. "But his name leaves me at the moment." "Would the two of you show me some form of identification?" asked the security guard. "Of course," replied Aoko who went on to hold out her ID for him to see. She then looked to Kaito who was seemingly searching through any and all of his pockets. "What are you doing?" "Well.." Kaito began as a huge grin formed. "I have seemed to misplaced my ID." "What do you mean you misplaced it?!" exclaimed Aoko. "Are you telling me we traveled all this way for nothing?!" Ignoring her Kaito faced the security guard. "Hey, I may not have my ID. But you seem like a reasonable guy, any chance you'll let me board by taking my word for who I say I am?" The security guard smiled himself. "That's not how things work. No ID, no cruise." Kaito's eyes widened, a freight now present on his face. "What is that?!" The security guard nearly jumped. "What is what?!" "There, beside your left ear, a spider!" Kaito pointed. He took a step forward. "Don't move, I'll grab it!" Aoko was confused. "What is he talking about, I don't see a spider." Reaching out to the left side of his face, Kaito pulled back with such force. "Got it!" Kaito stated as the smirk from before returned. Kaito then went on to open the palm of his hand. "Oh.. I guess it wasn't a spider, but rather.. my ID!" Kaito held up his ID for the security guard to see. He couldn't help but laugh. "Impressive, how did you do that?!" "Well," began Kaito who bowed his head. "I'm magic." Kaito then looked over at Aoko whose hands were now on her hips. She wasn't amused in the least, the glare on her face all too telling. Kaito looked back to the security guard. "I think someone needs a sense of humor," Kaito whispered to him. "No comment," was all the security guard would say. The security guard then went on to handing each of them separate key cards. Damian watched as Aoko went on to seemingly nag her companion as they walked. "I doubt either of them are connected to Scarecrow's goods," thought Damian. "But looks can certainly be deceiving." A short time later two additional women walked up the ramp. Both were in high spirits. "Hello ladies, may I enquire your names and see a form of identification from you both?" The two of them held their ID's up for him to read, leaving him to do just that. "Chiasa Waitto.. Yuriko Konya. I have the both of you listed, you're good to go." Receiving their tickets the two marched forward, as they did the longer haired girl stopped. This prompted her friend to do the same. "What's wrong Yuriko-chan?" Yuriko went on to grasp her hair, twisting it in attempt to ring out the water. "My hair is still wet, it's really bothering me," Yuriko replied. "How did you get wet again?" Chiasa laughingly asked. She took amusement in her friend's displeasure. Yuriko simply rolled her eyes. "I already told you, and I don't plan on repeating myself." This only garnered further laughter from Chiasa. "There doesn't appear to be anything suspicious about those two," Damian said to himself. "You think that's the last of them?" Mitsuhiko questioned. "Last or not, everyone who plans on going on this particular cruise will have to be on board within the next minute or so," replied Damian. "So we must be close." Another couple minutes passed as the two stood in wait. The ship's departure had to be close, right? "The cruiser will depart at seven forty five right? What time is it now?" Mitsuhiko asked. Checking the time Damian responded. "We have exactly six minutes before the deadline; we'll be heading out before you know it." A look of intent grew on Mitsuhiko's face. "And that's when the investigation will truly begin." Mitsuhiko was not only excited, but even a little frightened. His friends weren't there, no Conan.. this was his moment, if there was ever a time to prove himself as a detective the time was now. "I can do this," said Mitsuhiko attempting to wash out any doubt that lingered. A short time later a new face appeared, but this time it wasn't someone who was boarding from ramp side, but rather someone who panned into their line of view from the right. "Who is that?" Mitsuhiko wondered. There was no doubt in Damian's mind who it was. "Based on their apparel I'd say that's the captain, Hirata." The sailor themed suit and hat was very telling. "If he's making an appearance that can only mean we'll be setting sail shortly." The man who Damian assumed to be the captain didn't stop, continuing across the deck of the ship clear to the other side. "What do you think he's doing?" Mitsuhiko asked. "He's heading in the direction of the control room," Damian pointed out. "That can only mean we will depart soon." This thought would only be further backed by what happened next. The ramp that was connected to the ship was disconnected, meaning that no one else would be boarding. The cast was now set, and the show would soon begin. "There are thirty two people on board including Tsuburaya and myself. Of the large remaining sum there are five staff members; the captain, two security guards, and the two cooks," Damian took mental note of. There was only one thing about this cruise that held any real meaning in his mind. "So.. which one of them is it?" That was the question above all, of everyone on tonight's cruise who was the one tied to Scarecrow's fear gas? Similar thoughts ran through Mitsuhiko's mind. There was no doubt; someone was aboard the ship with intentions of killing another. But who? Of the thirty two people outside of him and Damian, who could it possibly be? And who was the target? Whatever the case he'd have to determine that, and soon.. before it is too late. Mitsuhiko looked over at Damian, the question lingering.. should he tell him the truth about what lead to him ending up on this ship? Whatever the choice, he knew it would bring ramifications. But in what light? Good or bad? The roar of the ship's engine ignited seconds later, the cruise was now to begin. "Here we go." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 25 Paths Crossed Conan stood by window side, staring up at the sky that gradually darkened. The voices of his friends carried from the near distance. What they said didn't register. There was only one thing on his mind. "Mitsuhiko.. where are you?" Nearly an hour had passed since the others arrived. Lowering his head Conan raised his phone in hand. He had yet to receive a message from Mitsuhiko. This was concerning. Of their group, Mitsuhiko was the last one he'd expect this from. "Conan," Genta called. When he didn't respond Genta tried for a second time. "Yo Conan, you ok?" Conan finally acknowledging him stepped away from the window. "I'm fine," assured Conan. Strolling over, he took a seat in an empty chair left of everyone else. "I was just thinking is all." "You're worried about Tsuburaya-kun," Haibara noted. There was no hiding this fact. Conan didn't try and deny it. "Have any of you heard back from him?" "I haven't," replied Genta. "Me either," said Ayumi. "I wouldn't worry about it. He might just be busy," Haibara assumed. "That wouldn't explain why he hasn't at least called to let us know that," Conan responded. Haibara took a deep breath. "Everything doesn't have to be some big mystery that needs to be solved. It could simply be that he is away from his phone right now." Even if just a little, this comforted Conan. "Maybe she's right, maybe I am overthinking the whole situation." "Hey, why don't we go to the park?" suggested Genta. "There's still plenty of time before it gets dark." "Seconded!" said Ayumi cheerfully. "For what?" Conan asked. "To play ball of course," answered Genta. "You know, that doesn't sound like a bad idea." Conan then looked toward Ai. "What do you say Haibara? You want to join us?" Ai shrugged. "I don't see why not." The four then made their way toward the front door. They didn't get far before hearing his voice. "Conan-kun, there's something I'd like to show you before you depart," Hiroshi called from where he sat in front of the computer. "You guys go on ahead, I'll catch up," Conan said to his friends before making way over to Agasa. He stopped after reaching his side. "What is it doc?" Hiroshi shifted in the chair before delivering the news. "The results of the scan are in," Hiroshi informed. "From the DNA I collected from you, and the saliva samples I pulled from the glass cups for Ayumi-chan and Genta-kun." Conan was not only pleased to hear this, but anxious. "So?" "The fear toxin, like what was present in Ai-chan's system." Hiroshi paused. "Like her, I detected traces of it in all three of you as well." There was a mixture of emotions. Was he surprised? Not entirely. How did they come in contact with the substance? When? The possibilities began coursing through his mind. He could only assume the same was true for Mitsuhiko. "Shinichi, aren't you going to say something?" Hiroshi questioned. There was one question above all others Conan wished to know. "Why?" Hiroshi looked at him curiously. "I beg your pardon?" "Haibara was affected. What about the rest of us?" Conan knew an answer wouldn't come easy. "Why didn't we feel the effects?" "That is the question, isn't it?" Like Conan, Hiroshi was just as clueless on that front. There had to be a reason, but what? … Gotham, Wayne Enterprises "I can't thank you enough for agreeing to have this meeting with me on such short notice," said Jirokichi. Bruce who took lead as they traveled through the long halls stopped upon reaching a certain door. "This is it." Bruce opened the door, stepping aside as if to invite Jirokichi in. "Welcome to my office." Nodding, Jirokichi accepted the invitation in. The first thing that caught his sight was the large windows, ones which provided a view of the entirety of the city. Trotting over, Jirokichi placed his arms behind his back. "Absolutely magnificent." The point of view, the colors, the wide range of structures, it was all so.. breath taking. Looking down upon an entire empire is what it felt like. "It is quite the view." Bruce couldn't agree anymore. He pressed on toward the large desk across the way, taking a seat after reaching it. "You wished to discuss business, so shall we?" Jirokichi stepped away from window-side. "Yes, I won't let the view detract me from why I've traveled all the way here." Jirokichi walked over and took a seat in the chair directly across from Bruce. "Back in the lobby, you mentioned Kaitou Kid," Bruce said. "From the limited knowledge I have about you one thing is notable, your long list of encounters with that thief. You two certainly have a lengthy history, don't you?" This caught Jirokichi by surprise. "So you have heard of me? Well I'll be damned, my reputation precedes me. Well since you have that much knowledge then I don't really need to explain who I am, or even why I'm here." Slightly leaning forward Jirokichi went on. "I'd wager you've already determined that." "Kaitou Kid stole from the Gotham Museum days ago, and then just yesterday took an item from the art show I had put together from here," Bruce noted. "In both cases the Wayne security that had been set up was bypassed." "Kid eluded the police and myself at the Midtown Tower as well," Jirokichi added. "And not just last night, but for years now." "Double jeopardy at its finest," remarked Bruce. "Onto the matter at hand; am I right to assume what you seek is an open hand for a partnership?" "The last two places Kaitou Kid has hit have been linked to you in some form or fashion." "And you believe that trend will continue?" ".. That is yet to be seen." Bruce eased back in seat. "I must ask.. what is it you want from me? How would a partnership between us prove beneficial?" "My initiative and deep knowledge on Kaitou Kid's habits coupled in with the technology you hold at your disposal is a match that can't be overcome." Jirokichi seemed confident in stating this. "I took some time to look at some of the branches of your company, Wayne Technologies and the Wayne Electronics caught my eye in particular. So Wayne-sama, how do you feel about taking up the challenge of capturing one of the world's greatest thieves?" Bruce eased up, resting his chin atop his hands that had been placed together. Nothing was said for seconds. Jirokichi was unsure of what to make of this. "Wayne-sama?" Bruce stood to his feet. "For starters, no need to be so formal Mr. Suzuki. Call me Bruce." "Bruce, yes, of course." "And to answer your question.." Bruce now looked him dead in the eyes. "I think it is high due time that Kaitou Kid was apprehended." Jirokichi couldn't hold back a smile. "I'm over joyed to know we're on the same page." "You do understand Mr. Suzuki that I will be unable to travel back to Tokyo with you at this time?" Bruce voiced. "Yes, your position here I'd imagine would prohibit such an action." Jirokichi fully understood. "Besides, you also have a charity event you're hosting later this week; No doubt that holds high importance." "So you're aware?" "I happened to come across the tabloid on my way to this very building." Bruce smiled as he proceeded to have a seat once more. "Even with all that said I'd like for us to keep a close.. hand in our efforts for catching Kid." "And how do you propose we do that Bruce-san?" asked Jirokichi who gave a grin of his own. "We live worlds apart." "I'd like to send someone for you to closely work with on my behalf, an associate, a close ally of mine if you will," conveyed Bruce. "They would help oversee any operation we put together, serving as the physical presence in Japan that I can't be on a consistent basis. Of course it will be someone who if familiar with the tech that I have to offer." Jirokichi's grin widened. "I like the way you think." "Then it appears we have an agreement," replied Bruce who held out his hand. Jirokichi firmly shook his hand. "Let's call that a checkmate." And just like that a new partnership was formed. ….. Tokyo, Japan Panic? No, there was no time for that. Mitsuhiko's body was now shaking. Fear resided, but he would not let that overcome him. "So I have no idea where I'm going, check. I have no way out of this truck, check. Oh, and there's also a dead body, check." Mitsuhiko had since focused his attention away from the body. It was that moment that the thought occurred to him. 'I'm a detective'. In some strange way he felt obligated to investigate the situation at hand. "What would Conan do?" That very thought streamed through his mind. Mitsuhiko gulped, shivering as he reached for his flashlight once more. Forcing himself back to his feet he shined the light's beam into the direction of the body. He took a deep breath. "Alright Mitsuhiko, you can do this." Stepping around a set of boxes the body was back in view. There was no stopping now. It felt as if his legs became weaker with every taken step. Mitsuhiko stopped after reaching the body. He was frozen in place. The thought of his friends came over him, leading to his hand tightening around the flashlight in hand. "I have to do this." Mitsuhiko lowered himself to a knee. Now with a clear view of the body it was time to begin. "Ok, fi.. first I need to check the temperature of the body." Even with the strong scent of bleach the truck had been doused with, there was no denying the smell of death. Mitsuhiko reached forward, his hand making contact with a strand of long shoulder length hair. "Dark brown," said Mitsuhiko taking note of the gathered detail. Using his index finger he pushed the hair aside before pressing his hand against the deceased's neck. The body was cold, hard. "From what I can tell they've been dead for at least twenty four hours. How much more than that I can't say." What was the cause of death? That was the top question to be asked. Using the lights ray Mitsuhiko searched all boundaries of the body. No wounds, nothing to suggest foul play as far as he could tell. "There has to be something to go off of," said Mitsuhiko who stood back to his feet. He now looked over the body from a different vantage point. Based from the physique of the body he assumed the victim to be male. There wasn't any glaring details or features on the body such as a tattoo or scar to make for any further determinations. "Even with all that, I still know little to nothing. Think Mitsuhiko, think." The young detective took a step back. "Conan once said, if the body doesn't tell the story then perhaps the scene of the crime will." Mitsuhiko then went on to focus his attention on the surrounding area. "I doubt whatever happened to this guy happened here. If I had to take a guess, if he was killed it would have been somewhere else and then his body was brought here to.. wait, that's it!" Mitsuhiko turned in every direction to have his thought confirmed. Fear and fret had blinded him from realizing sooner. No matter where he looked there were boxes and crates to be found everywhere. "Now I see, the driver of this truck must work for some kind of shipping company." Wanting to be sure of this he began looking over each and every box. Sure enough, each of them had a label, showing they were destined to reach a certain location. Somehow Mitsuhiko managed a smile through it all. "There's also the bleach. It is clear they were trying to hide the smell of the decaying body," He determined. Mitsuhiko's focus then fell back to the former. "Hold on a sec, if all these boxes have a label, then the crate the body was hidden in must have one as well." Mitsuhiko immediately looked back into the direction of the body. "If I can find out where the body is supposed to end up at, then perhaps I'll have a deeper understanding for what is going on." Even with that said, there was still so much that was unknown. Mitsuhiko made his return to the side of the body. Once there he turned his focus on the boxed shipment the body had been sealed in. A mere couple seconds was all it took for Mitsuhiko to notice a shipment label attached on the side of the large crate. "Let's see here." Holding the light steadily Mitsuhiko went on to read what was printed on the label. "End in Uji, rebirth in Bay." He read over it a number of six times, and with each there was not much to make of it. "Unlike the labels on the others packages, this one doesn't even have an address attached to it," stated Mitsuhiko. "Just some random words. Is it an inside message of some kind?" Mitsuhiko thought back to the events that had led him to this moment. The suspicious person in the coat, the man they met up with at the construction site. "Wait a minute.." Mitsuhiko didn't put much stock into their words before, but now with the dead body.. could it be there was something alarming in their conversation that he had failed to consider? "The man in the suit mentioned retribution would come in full circle tonight, is he taking revenge on someone?" Mitsuhiko began shaking at the thought of the possibility. "That could mean another killing." He couldn't allow that. "What a lousy time for me to be separated from Conan and the oth-" Mitsuhiko stopped. Something unexpected happened at that moment. The truck came to a complete halt, with it bringing the stop of the vehicles engine. Mitsuhiko's eyes fired wide. "He stopped, which means there's a good chance he'll come back here. That's not good!" There was only one thing on his mind. "I have to hide!" As he had before, Mitsuhiko made haste to the far end of the trailer, taking position behind a number of boxes as he turned off his flashlight. He sat in silence, listening to the sound of the passing vehicles on the outside. A sound was heard soon after, one which echoed throughout the entire trailer. There was no mistaking what it was. "Someone's opening the trailer doors." Mitsuhiko's heart began racing as it had before. Light from the outside charged in the moment the doors were opened. "It's time to begin." There was no mistaking who the voice belonged to, it was the man in the business suit from before. Following the claimed, the sound of him hopping into the trailer was clearly heard. Mitsuhiko tightly closed his eyes as he braced for all outcomes. "Please don't let him see me. It can't end like this!" Movement was heard, he was clearly moving deeper into the trailer. "He's getting closer.." Mitsuhiko was dead frozen. He knew the slightest of movement could very well give away his position. All sound seized in an instant, it could only mean one thing in Mitsuhiko's mind. "The body." Uproar unleashed. "What the hell!" Silence followed. The body had clearly been discovered. Did he believe the body falling from its seal was the work of someone's direct actions? "Hmmm. I'll have to drive more carefully next time. The poor bloke must have fallen out during one of those intersection turns." Mitsuhiko breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew, just my luck." "I better get this all wrapped up, can't have a great show without a sparkling beginning," the man spoke one again. "If I'm not mistaken, still have some of that wire in the passenger seat. I'll go and grab some of that to make sure the body is tightly secure this time." As before, Mitsuhiko listened as he exited the trailer. There was no way of putting it. If there was ever a time to make a move it was now. "He's gone, this is my chance." Swallowing all fear Mitsuhiko jumped to his feet. Leaping out from behind the boxes that had shielded him he proceeded to race forward, jumping over one obstacle after another. Excitement kicked in as the exit came well within his range. "I'm home free!" With one final launch Mitsuhiko glided out from the depths of the trailer, landing onto the hard pavement that waited. Mitsuhiko didn't stop there, spotting a large garbage bin a few feet away he continued running until he managed to find cover behind it. His heart continued to race. Had he been heard? Had he been seen? Where was he now? Looking to the surrounding area there was no mistaking it, the truck had been backed into an alley. Turning his head slowly Mitsuhiko peeked out from the side of the garbage-can. There was no one in pursuit. He breathed out in relief. The man dressed in the burgundy colored suit returned a short time later. Now in his right hand was a long strand of wire, in his other hand was a phone he held to ear, clearly conversing with someone. Mitsuhiko could only assume the carried wire would be the one he would use to secure the body back in the large crate it had fallen out of. As he had before, the man in the business suit hopped back into the trailer. Mitsuhiko patiently maintained his position, keeping lookout for what would happen next. Over a minute passed. In that time Mitsuhiko caught eye of something printed on the side of the truck, a line of bold print which read; 'Travelway'. "So this guy works for Travelway." Mitsuhiko was able to determine. Time continued to pass. "He still hasn't come out," Mitsuhiko spoke softly. "What could be the hold up?" After having that thought come to mind the man reappeared, dragging what appeared to be the same large crate the body of the deceased had been in before. Once he neared the edge the individual in the burgundy suit dropped back down to ground level before turning immediate attention to the watch on his left wrist. "What's he doing now?" Mitsuhiko wondered. "Is he waiting for someone?" A minute passed, then two. Who or what could he possibly be waiting for? That question would soon be answered. Left of the large truck a dark figure was spotted, one that was heading directly toward them. "Someone's coming." As they neared Mitsuhiko was able to get a clearer view of them. It was a man who was wearing a top hat and a black colored suit, with him he dragged along what appeared to be a large electronic wagon of sorts. Why the wagon? Was he a business man looking to sell? The man in the burgundy colored suit turned eye to the gentlemen who approached, smiling as he did. "I take it you're the Stevedore who has been sent to collect the package?" "Stevedore? Isn't that someone who loads and unloads trains, trucks, airplanes, and ships?" Mitsuhiko was sure of this. "Yes, I'm the one they sent," confirmed the Stevedore. "Where is the package you need loaded to the ship?" He swayed his head in the direction of the trailer. "Right over here." He led the Stevedore to the edge of the truck before stopping. "It's a little heavy, so allow me to help you lift it down into those wheels of yours." "Of course," replied the Stevedore. The pair then went on to grab hold of the crate that was now wrapped in packaging wire. Pulling forward, the two carefully lowered the package into the wagon. "There we go. Will there be anything else?" "Yes. For record purposes I'm going to need you to sign here," replied the Stevedore who went on to hand him a clip board and pen he had stashed inside his jacket. After signing the paperwork the two exchanged a final nod before the Stevedore turned back for the direction he had come. Closing the doors to the trailer the man in the business suit evilly smiled. "Yes, everything is going according to plan." Following the stated he walked back to the driver side of the vehicle before proceeding to enter the truck. If one thing was clear, his business here was completed. The question now became, what was Mitsuhiko to do next? "I have to follow that Stevedore," the kid detective declared. "I need to know where he is taking that body, and if there is another killing that is supposed to happen tonight.. I will prevent it. Whatever is going to happen, I have a feeling that body will be at the center of it." The Travelway truck started up moments later, Mitsuhiko stepped out from behind the garbage can after it had completely turned the corner. The mission couldn't be any clearer Mitsuhiko thought as his eyes locked onto the Stevedore who was now a distance away. "I won't let him out of my sight, no matter what." With that Mitsuhiko fell in pursuit of the Stevedore. …. The premises had been completely searched, from the inside out. Not once, but twice. Yet.. Miwako felt no closer to the truth than before she had entered. She now found herself seated across from Kiyonaga which felt like the tenth time this week. He looked at her curiously, patiently waiting for what she would reveal. "So, what did you find at the Sunshine residence?" Kiyonaga finally went on to ask. Miwako who stared down at the surface of the desk raised her head, her eyes meeting his. "There wasn't much, nothing that really tells a story." The disappointment in her voice could not be denied. Kiyonaga felt differently. "No matter how little there may have been there's always a story to find." The superintendent nodded. "Now tell me, what did you find?" Miwako rehashed every small detail in mind that there was to account for. "The yard itself was in well condition. If I had to take a guess I'd say the lawn had been mowed within the last week." There was a pause. "It was strange.. the opposite seemed to be true on the inside." "What do you mean?" "While the outside of the house heavily implied someone lived there, the inside made it seem as if someone may have recently moved out," Miwako stated. "Throughout the entire one floor home there was only one table, which was located in the dining room area." "What else?" "There were three sets of curtains, two that blocked the windows in the front of the house with the third accounting for the windows located at the back of the house." Miwako didn't stop there. "We checked all cabinets, nothing. We checked all kitchen drawers, empty. The one bathroom there was had none of the usual supplements you would expect to find either." "I see." Kiyonaga was now getting a picture for everything. "You've spoken of what wasn't, what about what you did find." "Oh, yes. For starters we came across a set of playing cards that was on top of the table I mentioned before," Miwako informed. "They have since been sent to the lab to test for finger prints." "What condition was the deck of cards in when you found them? Were they laid out across the table or stacked?" "Stacked," to which Miwako replied. "There was something else I came across; a single receipt which was found in the trash can beside the table." "And the purchase?" "The receipt was for a Kamen Yaiba show.. though, there wasn't a date attached for which showing," Miwako reported. "It could have been a receipt for one that already occurred or for one that will play soon." "…." "There was one last thing we found, one jug of milk sitting in the fridge with an expiration date that will be reached this Sunday," continued Miwako. "Was that the only item in the fridge?" Miwako nodded. "Yes, it was. Like the receipt and deck of cards, it is currently in the lab being tested for finger prints." He found this to be strange. "Good work Sato." "Thank you Superintendent." Miwako then stood up from where she was seated. "If any new information comes to light I will make sure you're informed." "I'll be here." Following that Miwako made way for the exit. Would light soon shine on the mystery of the unknown? …. This was it, what he had been sent for. Damian strolled across the deck of the ship, stopping after reaching the rail on the far end. He stared down at the calm waves that pressed against the ship. "According to the tracer father planted, the materials for creating Crane's toxin are aboard this ship. One of two things is going to happen." Two possible scenarios ran in mind. "A. the one looking to make the pickup will be waiting at the finish line of this ships adventure. B. the person who has been given responsibility of collecting the materials will be aboard this ship, and look to make a move during the duration of the cruise." With both possibilities accounted for, there was only one thing left to determine. If someone aboard tonight's cruise was to make a move on Crane's substance, who would it be? That was something Damian would need to figure out, sooner rather than later. "According to the online guest list I was able to pull, there will be a total number of twenty nine people, including the captain and the rest of the staff." He would definitely have his work cut out for him. "I'll wait until everyone has boarded before I launch my investigation in full." Damian caught eye of someone who stepped up from the left, joining him at rail-side. "Beautiful view, wouldn't you say kid?" the tall man who now stood beside him spoke. "It doesn't get any better than this." The man then went on to place his hands atop the railing, leaning slightly forward as if to expand his view of the sight to behold. It was that moment that Damian noticed a mark on the center of the man's right hand, a tattoo." "Is that supposed to be a moon?" wondered Damian. It wasn't long before the large man noticed Damian had taken an eye to his ink. "It's a Waxing Crescent," he conveyed. "Which is-" "The first phase to come after a New Moon," interjected Damian who turned to walk away. "You know your stuff." "That wouldn't be inaccurate." "See you around kid," the man waved. Damian continued to stroll away, not stopping until he reached center deck. "I'd best make a trip to the storage room, it would be wise to set up surveillance, that way I can investigate things from the surface while keeping tabs on what's going on down there." Damian had studied the ships blueprints before boarding, so he knew where the storage room was. "I'll have to keep a look-out; the last thing I want is for anyone to catch on for what I'm going to do." Damian hands sunk into his pocket as he walked once more. There was a door on the far end of the ship, one which would lead him to the lower levels. He was cautious; making sure no one was looking before he opened the door. After stepping to the other side he tightly closed the door behind him. Things were going according to plan. "Now to visit the storage room." From there Damian made his way down a fleet of stairs. The many scenarios that could possibly occur ran through his mind. He would prepare for anything that could be deemed unexpected. After short a short time the final step was reached. Damian then went on to draw focus to the set of blue prints in hand. "If I go straight and then take a right followed by a left I should reach the storage room in no time." With that in mind Damian pressed on. The first intersection was reached, he slowly peeked his head around the right corner to find two staff members locked in conversation. "Damn, just my luck." Sticking to the plan of not wanting to get seen Damian opted to instead go left. He moved quickly, not wanting to be spotted by the pair who was near. Once he reached the end of the hall he turned right, given that was the only option available to him. He then referenced the sheet once more. "If I go all the way down this hall and take another right that should take me to where I want to be." He went on to lower the sheet in hand. "Short or long route, I will get to that storage room." Commotion from the deck above could be heard as he pressed on. The boarding process was clearly now underway. Damian followed what was shown on the sheet. Within a minutes time he stopped after reaching a certain point. "This should be it," said Damian who looked at the door he now stood in front of. He pressed his ear against the door. There was nothing to hear on the other side. "The coast is clear." Turning the knob the boy wonder forced the door open, quietly closing it after doing so. The area was large, spanning at least twenty five yards from one end to the other from his estimation. "It would be wise to set up the camera in range of the box Scarecrow's goods are in," Damian stated. With that in mind he pulled out his phone. "Now, let's see where the tracer's signal leads me." Now with the signal on lock Damian made a move for the left side of the room. "The package is over there somewhere." He took but a mere to steps before stopping. There was a sound, one that came from nearby. "What was that?" Triggered, Damian was now on high alert. Was he being watched? Could it be that he was just hearing things? No, he was certain he had heard something. He turned to the right, his sights immediately falling in line with a lone barrel. There was something suspicious about it. In what way he couldn't say. "Hmmmm.." Damian's eyes narrowed as he pressed forward. Upon reaching the barrel Damian pushed it over to have his suspicions confirmed. The barrel slammed to the ground as its top rolled across the room. "Ouuhhww!" someone shrieked from inside. Damian stepped back as he watched someone slowly crawl out past several enclosed packages that had been inside the barrel as well, to his ultimate surprise it was someone he recognized. "You're that kid from Teitan Elementary, Tsuburaya right?" "Damian-kun!" replied Mitsuhiko who was just as surprised to see him. Rubbing the side of his head he stood to his feet. "What are you doing on this ship, let alone hiding in a barrel of all places?" "I, ummm.." Mitsuhiko froze. Should he tell him the truth? The truth about the body of the dead man he had come to cross along with all details that had lead him to this point? No, surely Damian would freak out and in turn ruin his investigation. "Well, you see.." Damian who was becoming impatient crossed his arms. "Come on, get on with it already." "My friends and I, we were.. playing hide and seek," Mitsuhiko smilingly fibbed. "Yah, that's it." Damian blinked an eye. He wasn't convinced in the least. "Playing hide and seek where? Surely you didn't choose to stay in that barrel from Tokyo all the way to Osaka? And why would you choose to remain in the barrel when you could clearly feel that you were being carried away." Stunned, Mitsuhiko was uncertain on how to respond to the inquired. "I see you've realized there are more holes in your story than the sinking titanic." Damian went on to lower his arms down to his side. "So, how about telling me the truth for why you were hiding in the barrel?" Mitsuhiko's hands were now tingling. What was he to say? Before he had a chance to respond, things were only going to get more complicated. Unexpectedly the door to the storage room flew open. Now standing before them was a man who looked each of them over, he then shed eye to the product that lied on the ground that had been stashed away in the barrel. "What? What are you kids doing with my shipment?!" he yelled. "Th.. that was yours?" fretted Mitsuhiko. "Your damn right it is!" he shouted angrily. "Now I'm not going to ask again, so I better get an answer! What are you kids doing with my-" He would be cut off by another. "Trogg, there is no need to exert yourself so," someone softly spoke from the darkness of the hall. Damian's heart began racing. "That voice.. could it be?" Footsteps followed, ones heavy in impact. To his ultimate fear Damian's prediction walked into absolute clarity as the six foot eight man entered the storage room. "After all amigo, it's merely a child and a little bird," stated the newcomer who stared directly at Damian. Tightening his fists Damian went on to hiss his name. "Bane.." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 24 Common Problem Uncertainty, disbelief, was there anything else to feel? Each of them was just as shocked as the other by the revealed diagnosis. "Components of the fear toxin.. inside me?" Haibara was at a loss for words. "Doc, are you sure of this?" questioned Conan. "There is no mistaking it," Hiroshi said. "The results are unmistakable." Conan then looked toward Ai. If the diagnosis were true there would have been warning signs, right? "Haibara, at any point did you experience any of the known effects of the toxin?" Haibara shook her head. "Outside of a little light headedness I felt relatively normal throughout the day." "That's strange." Conan crossed his arms over his chest. "You came in contact with the fear toxin, yet you didn't undergo any of the frightening episodes that all other victims experienced." "How strange indeed," agreed Hiroshi. "Well, there could be a reason for that." "And what do you think that is?" Haibara asked. "Well, for starters your body only took in two percent of the toxin," Hiroshi reminded. "Perhaps such a small amount isn't enough to bring about the damaging side effects that have been documented." "Well, I did have.. a dream," Haibara noted. "A dream? What do you mean?" "Never mind it," replied Haibara. It was all still that of a blur. "It's unimportant." "Well since we know you came in contact with the fear gas at some point, that begs the question of the when and where," Conan said. "Haibara, do you have any idea when you might have been exposed to the drug?" She responded by shaking her head. "I don't, sorry." "I was afraid that would be the case," Hiroshi said. "We'll just have to narrow the possibilities down," Conan stated. "And how do you propose we do that Sherlock?" quipped Haibara. Conan smiled as he looked to Dr. Agasa. "It's simple, we'll test my DNA to see if the toxin is in my system as well." "I see," Hiroshi realized. "If there are traces of the toxin in you as we'll be able to determine you and Ai-kun were together when it occured." Conan nodded. "Exactly." "Brilliant," Haibara remarked. "Whoever is producing the fear gas in Japan, we might be closer to finding them than we realized," said Conan. "Between this and the bit of information detective Takagi has I'll have this case closed in no time." Conan's confidence was steadily rising. "So how is it you propose to get the information from Detective Takagi?" Hiroshi asked. "I doubt he'd freely give out the details of the case, especially given the sensitivity of the situation and all." "It's simple. All I need is a phone and this," replied Conan who pointed to the voice changing bowtie sitting upon his shirt. "I'll call him using oji-san's voice, obviously with the intent of wanting to help with the case." "Well, that plan has worked wonders for you in the past," Haibara noted. "Don't see why it would fail now," Hiroshi added. He then turned direct focus on Conan. "Shinichi, are you ready?" Conan nodded. "I'm ready." "Very well," Hiroshi said before turning for his desk across the room. "Come, let us make haste. The sooner I get a sample of your DNA, the sooner I can run the scan." "Dr. Agasa, the sample that you need," Conan began as he followed him all the way to the desk. "Does it have to be blood?" "Not particularly," replied Hiroshi. "A saliva sample would be just as effective. Why do you ask?" "Good." Conan was pleased to learn this. "I'll call the others over as well." This caught Hiroshi by surprise. "What for?" "To truly track where Haibara came in contact with the toxin, we need to know if the others did as well." ….. Gotham, inside the Bat-cave The Fear gas, the Riddler.. what was the connection? The challenge he and everyone else had been put through the day prior, what was its relevance? Batman knew the Riddler all too well. It wasn't just about testing the subjects in question, no, there was something more.. something deeper. But what? What was the Riddler's true motive? To discover that was to first figure out if Nigma and the presence of Scarecrow's fear gas internationally was linked. It was in those silent moments of thought that a sound was heard. Batman turned in seat to discover someone approaching. "Alfred." "You've been down here for quite some time now, I thought for sure you would have begun your routine patrol by now," Alfred admitted. "I've been.. preoccupied," replied Batman who turned back to face the computer. "I have no doubt about that. Well since you're still here I guess you wouldn't mind me reminding you of the scheduled board meeting tomorrow." "I haven't forgotten." "Of course not." Alfred took another step forward. "What of your overseas activities, I take it the investigation is coming along?" "Progress," Batman simply put. "The tracer I planted while at Skytale will be on the move soon." "That must mean production is going forward with producing the fear gas itself," Alfred figured. "It was only a matter of time." "I've already alerted Robin about the situation," Batman informed. "Speaking of which, how is the young master holding up in the city of Tokyo?" "As fine as I would have hoped." "Will he be following after the tracer you planted?" "Yes. Though, I'm not expecting any further activity until six tomorrow morning." "Why six?" "Because that's when the ship will depart?" Alfred was more lost than ever. "Excuse me, a ship?" "I'll get you up to speed in time." Batman then gave a command. "Computer, initiate scan." Following this Batman stood up from the chair. "Whatever are you scanning?" asked Alfred out of curiosity. "The coffin Ran Mouri was stashed in," Batman answered. "I want to take a closer look. If there are any clues to unravel for what Riddler is planning next, I will find them." "And in the meantime?" "I have some hunting to do," Batman replied. "Hunting sir?" Batman faced him one final time as he passed. "Yes, the Ghost Dragons." …. Tokyo, Japan. Police Station She had been summoned to the Superintendent's office. Miwako could only guess to what the reason could be. Either way she would soon find out. In a short amount of time she found herself standing in front of the door to his office. Miwako knocked, bringing an immediate response. "You can step in." With permission given Miwako did just that. Now inside she bowed her head. "You asked to see me?" "Yes," replied Kiyonaga. "I have something for you." Surprise filled her face. "You have something for me?" "Please, step forward." Miwako was completely unsure of what to expect. Walking up to his desk he handed over a folder. Opening it, Miwako came to discover what was inside. "A search warrant.. is this?" "Yes," confirmed Kiyonaga. "For the house that you came across registered to Aldor Sunshine." There was now a look of accomplishment on her face. "That's great news! I can't thank you enough." Kiyonaga sat back in his seat as a half-smile formed across his lips. "Well, you better get going. I doubt that case is going to solve itself anytime soon." Miwako nodded. "Yes, of course." There was no time to waste. What was to happen next was clear. As she walked through the halls of the station she heard someone call to her from behind. "Sato-san!" "Takagi-Kun," replied Miwako after facing him. "I just got a call from Detective Mouri," Wataru informed. "And?" "I got him up to speed on the investigation we've been working," Wataru replied. "So if he happens to come across anything possibly involving the case he said he'd be sure to report it." "I certainly won't say no to that." "It looked like you were in a hurry just now," Wataru noted. "Are you going somewhere?" "I just received a search warrant for the house we stopped by the other night. The house registered to Aldor Sunshine," Miwako relayed. "I'm heading over there now to investigate the premises." "I see," Wataru learned. "You don't mind if I come along do you?" "Of course not," Miwako said as she began walking. "Either way let's get a move on. I have a feeling we're getting close to getting the answers we have been searching for." "Right behind you," Wataru said following after her. ….. Mitsuhiko now made his way down the side of the road. He had received a call from Conan letting him know to meet him and the others at Agasa's house. For what he wondered? No explanation had been given. He soon came to the end of a block, making sure to look both ways before crossing to the other side. Once all was clear he did just that. "I guess I'll find out when I get there." Mitsuhiko walked in silence, listening to the herd of passing vehicle, the whistles of the birds overhead. He raised a hand to his eyes, noting the brightness of the sun in line of his path. A man on a bicycle passing in the opposite direction waved, Mitsuhiko waved in return. He was now nearing a street intersection. Once there he stood in wait for the street light to turn red. It was during this time he took notice of someone. "Who is that?" Mitsuhiko had taken eye of an individual walking down the right side of the street where he stood. It was someone dressed in a tan colored thick coat along with baggy pants and a pair of shades. Sitting over their head was a hood. Mitsuhiko's eyes narrowed in undeniable suspicion. "What is it, like eighty two degrees out here? They're really over dressed for a day like this." The street light turned red moments later. There was now a decision to make. Gritting his teeth, Mitsuhiko ultimately opted to follow after the stranger instead of crossing to the other side. "I'm sure the others won't mind if I'm a little late." Moving cautiously and maintaining a notable distance Mitsuhiko followed after the person in the coat. What all of this would lead to was anyone's guess. He followed them up one street and down another, crossing roadside a number of two times. How much longer until they were to reach their destination? It was after having that thought come to mind that the person in the coat came to an abrupt stop. Mitsuhiko immediately took coverage behind a mailbox that was near. "They've stopped. Could it be that they've almost reached wherever their going?" Mitsuhiko slowly peeked out from the side of the mail box to monitor their actions. The person of interest was now in the process of observing the surrounding area. "They're obviously looking out to make sure they're not being followed," Mitsuhiko figured. After finding that the coast was clear the person in the coat began walking once more. Not wanting to lose track of them Mitsuhiko followed after them once again. Another minute went by. It was in that time that a construction site came into view. Like they had before the person wearing the coat scoured the area for anyone who could possibly be walking in their tracks. As he had before Mitsuhiko stayed out of sight. "They must be getting close to wherever they're going." Mitsuhiko was sure of this. He continued to look on from where he stood beside a bus stop. A minute passed, then two. They had yet to make a move in that time. "I thought for sure they were going to enter that construction site." Mitsuhiko was surprised they hadn't. Could it be that they were now awaiting the arrival of another? "I need to get in closer." Mitsuhiko took immediate notice of a large truck with a semi-trailer attached alongside the road. "Great, I can use that truck for cover." With his mind now made up he advanced forward. While the back doors to the trailer were open, there was no one around, making ideal for him to wait it out there. After reaching the edge of the truck Mitsuhiko took to a knee before peeking out from behind the large tires. "This is what you call a front row seat." He kept sharp eye on the opposition who stood no more than twenty feet away. Even with as close as he was Mitsuhiko was still unable to make out any defining features of the person he had followed. "What's going on? Why are they just standing there?" That very question would soon be answered. A subtle sound traveled with the soft breeze that blew past, that of footsteps. Someone was coming Mitsuhiko realized. A couple seconds was all it took for someone to emerge from the depths of the construction site. Now in view of clarity was a tall man in a burgundy colored business suit. In his left hand was a silver briefcase. By this point Mitsuhiko's heart was racing. "Now for the moment of truth." "I was watching from the control room, you came early," the man in the business suit noted. The person in the coat simply nodded. "Enough about that. Why don't we get onto business, yes?" from there he raised the briefcase in hand. "I'm sure you're anxious to know what I have for you this time?" What could possibly be inside? Money, drugs of some kind? Those were the two possibilities that registered to mind. The man in the business suit raised the briefcase in hand before making a move to reveal what was inside. What Mitsuhiko came to witness was not what he was expecting. "What is that?" It appeared to be two spray cans that sat beside one another. "Tada! The two newest additions to our perfume brand. Both will suit you well for tonight's occasion out at sea. Tonight will bring retribution full circle." Mitsuhiko was disappointed. Had his suspicious just lead him to a perfume sale? The man in the suit raised the first perfume bottle. "This I simply call, the Sweet Death of Quicksand." Once placed back in its pouch he raised the second. "This beauty I call 'Second Life'." There was nothing worth staying around for in Mitsuhiko's mind. "Alright, it's time to-" Before Mitsuhiko had the chance to leave the man in the three piece suit began walking into his direction. "Come, there's something else I have for you." Mitsuhiko heart began to race. What was he to do? If he ran they would surely see and chase after him. Turning he made a decision based on pressure of the moment. After taking a couple steps back he lunged into the trailer, leaping over a couple of crates to try and get as deep into the truck as he could. Now shielded out of sight he sat in the darkness of the trailer as his heart continued to dash with each taken breath. "Please don't get seen, please don't get seen…" That very thought plunged through his mind several times over. The sound of footsteps outside the walls of the truck could be heard clearly. It wasn't long after that the man from before was heard again. "Here, I've also got something for you to wear." His voice carried from the entryway. A sound was heard in the moments that came, one Mitsuhiko assumed to be the opening of a box. "Here we are. This will fit the occasion perfectly. At long last this chapter in our lives can be put to a rest." What Mitsuhiko heard next made his heart sink. The doors to the trailer slammed shut. "No way! Now I'm trapped." It wasn't until the door was closed that its scent really registered. "What is that smell?" Bleach… Clorox? Why was its presence so strong? Even if it was the smell of product that was to be shipped Mitsuhiko would not expect it to come on this strong. It was almost as if the entire space had been drenched in its strong fume. He took small breaths, not wanting to breathe in the strong scent. What was he to do now? Listening on he could hear as they walked alongside the truck from the outside. What was said between the two from there flew right over his head. The only thing that mattered in his mind was finding a way out of this mess without alarming the two he had just been spying on. Should he try using his phone to reach out to one of his friends? That idea was quickly shot down. "They'll definitely hear me if I make any calls." If not that, there was only one other logical solution in his mind, opening the doors to the back of the trailer himself. Moving quietly he maneuvered his way through the dark, occasionally having his leg bump into some unknown object. In very little time he found himself with his hands pressed against the doors, looking for any kind of handle that could lead to his exit. "Darn it," Mitsuhiko hissed angrily. "It looks like the only way to open this door is from the outside. I'm virtually stuck here unless I let those guys know I'm back here." His eyes began to tear up from the bleach flowing through the air. Mitsuhiko now had a choice to make, to wait it out or to let those on the outside know he was here. The decision was easy in his mind. "I might as well speak up," Mitsuhiko said. "I'll just tell them I ended up back here by accident. I mean, what bad could come of it?" Before Mitsuhiko could act on the decided a sound erupted, that of the trucks engine. "Oh no," Mitsuhiko said in fear. "He must be getting ready to drive off!" With that in mind Mitsuhiko yelled at the top of his lungs. "Hey, there's someone back here! Stop the truck!" The vehicle began to slowly pull forward shortly after. Mitsuhiko's heart was racing even more now. "What, can you not hear me?!" He tried again. "Hello, I'm stuck back here! Can you hear me, can anyone hear me?!" Like before, no one responded. Could it be that they really couldn't hear him? There was only one option remaining. "Looks like I have no choice but to call someone." The question then became, who? "If I call my mom I have no doubt she would be angered by these circumstances." Mitsuhiko gulped at the dreaded thought of having to explain his current predicament to her. "I'd probably be better off calling Dr. Agasa." Mitsuhiko nearly lost his balance as the vehicle began to pick up in speed. He made the quick decision of taking a seat against the closed doors. Now sitting in place he held up his phone to make an unexpected discovery. "You've got to be kidding me! No signal, really?!" Should he be alarmed by this. Mitsuhiko lowered the phone back to his side in despair. "Well, it looks like all I can do now is, wait." He slouched downward as frustration began to emerge. "I can't believe I got myself into this mess." …. Kaito laid atop his bed deep in thought. The weekend was now upon him. The question was, what was he to do in the next few days? The Revenant warrior statues, the Riddler, the Royal Flash Gang, and above all, Batman. Would the Riddler strike again? Should he make the next move in luring the Royal Flush Gang out once more, or should he wait for them to play their next card. Then there was Batman, could it be that Gotham's dark knight still wished to track him? If so that would be something else to account for. "Decisions, decisions, decisions," Kaito repeated as he laid his hands to the back of his head. Shortly thereafter his phone sitting on his desk beside the bed began ringing. Moderately irritated by the fact his thoughts were interrupted Kaito rolled his eyes as he sat up to reach for it. "Who is it now?" Raising the phone to eye he came to find who was calling. "Oh.. it's just Aoko." Slouching back onto the bed Kaito brought the phone to his ear before answering. "What do you want now?" "What do you mean what do I want?" Aoko retorted. "Where are you, I've been waiting for you." "Waiting for me?" "Yes, at the train station. Remember, we have to catch the train to Osaka. That's where the cruise ship will be departing from that you so confidently agreed that you would be joining me on," Aoko reminded. Kaito's eyes widened as he shot up from where he laid. "Wait, that's today?! I thought the cruise wasn't until tomorrow evening." "I only told you like six times the cruise was Friday. Which you know happens to be today." Kaito couldn't help but laugh. "Oops, my bad." "Never mind that, hurry up and get down here," Aoko said. "If we want to make it in time for the ships departure we need to catch the train to Osaka that leaves at four fifty." Kaito looked to his clock across the room. "That's less than twenty minutes from now." "Still plenty of time for you to get here. See you soon," Aoko said before choosing to hang up. "Great," said Kaito who lowered the phone to his side. "Now instead of focusing on my next move I get to go on some lame cruise… fun." …. The doorbell rang. Conan who was the closest to the door walked over and opened it. As expected his classmates were on the other side. "Hey guys," Conan greeted. "Come on in." "You don't have to ask me twice," replied Genta who was the first to accept. Ayumi followed in right after him. Conan then realized the absence of a certain someone. "Hey, where's Mitsuhiko?" Conan asked. "He's not here yet?" Ayumi questioned. "I thought for sure he had beaten us here," Genta added. "It's no big deal. I'm sure he'll be here soon." Conan was sure of this. "Drinks for everyone," announced Hiroshi who stepped into the room with four cups in hand. "Great, I am a little thirsty," admitted Genta. "Me too," said Ayumi as the two headed toward Hiroshi. Conan took one final look out the doorway. There was still no sign of Mitsuhiko. "It's nothing to worry about, he'll be here soon," Conan thought to himself as he closed the door. … How much time passed since Mitsuhiko had found himself in this unexpected situation? The battery to his phone had burned out a time ago, so he was uncertain of what the current time was. There was only one thought on his mind, how was he to get out of this situation? Given that the door could only be unlocked from the outside and he had no way of calling anyone, he'd have to wait for the owner of the truck to unlock it. Mitsuhiko rested his head to the wall of the truck as he stared off into the darkness, not focusing in on anything particular. "My parents are going to be so mad." He dreaded the thought of having to face them, especially after not checking in after such an extended period of time. Since being trapped in the storage area of the truck Mitsuhiko felt as if he had been drenched in the strong scent of Clorox. His eyes had since seized watering, though his dried tears could subtly be felt upon his eye pouches. He leaned forward. "I've been sitting for so long." He felt the need to get up. Mitsuhiko cautiously stood to his feet, given that the truck was still moving the last thing he wanted to do was lose his footing. "Let's see, I think I have a flashlight here somewhere." Reaching a hand into his left pocket Mitsuhiko found what he was looking for. "There it is. Now to have a look around." Using the light to guide his path Mitsuhiko began his search. Moving from one end of the trailer to the other he occasionally placed a hand on top of a box to maintain balance. "Everything seems to be sealed. I guess I won't be able to find out what is being shipped inside thes-" The truck came to a sudden stop, one which resulted in Mitsuhiko losing his balance. He immediately fell to the ground before rolling and crashing into a large crate that had been leaned against the wall. "Ouuo! That hurt!" he yelped before reaching for the top of his head. Not a second later the crate he had made contact with began to slide forward. "Uh, oh." Mitsuhiko made an instant move to lunge out of the way as the crate came toppling down. It landed with a loud thump, one which resulted in its top falling off. "Phew, that was close." Mitsuhiko was most relived. Tracking his flashlight that had traveled a couple feet away he aimed it into the direction of where the crate had fallen. "I wonder what's inside." Stepping around a couple boxes he walked over. Nothing could have prepared him for what he would come to discover. Aiming the projection of the light downward Mitsuhiko felt as if his heart skipped a beat. "Yo..you've got to be kidding me." There lying on the ground was the naked body of someone who was lying face down. What followed was a strong odor of familiarity, one that brought confirmation of his deepest fear. "They.. They're dead.." What did this mean? … Gotham, Wayne Enterprises It was business as usual. "Will this be far enough sir?" Bruce nodded in return. "Yes, this will be fine Alfred." After the vehicle was parked Bruce stepped out. "Good luck with today's affairs Master Bruce. If there is anything that you may need please don't hesitate to call." "I'll be in touch," Bruce replied before beginning his journey toward the building. He listened on as the Alfred drove off. As Bruce came within range of the front entrance the doorman waved, he did the same as he always did when coming in. "Welcome back Mr. Wayne," greeted the doorman. Bruce nodded. "Of course." Now inside he strolled past the main lobby, heading straight for the elevator clear across the way. As he walked he couldn't help but overhear the conversation between the desk clerk and someone who stood on the other side of the counter. "What's going on over there?" Curious, Bruce walked over. "Sir, listen if you would like an audience with Mr. Wayne you'll have to schedule an appointment," the clerk conveyed. "I need to speak with him now! My travels have brought me from a faraway place you see, and I do not wish to wait any longer," the man explained. "This matter I come with is a problem that we're both intertwined in, Wayne-sama and myself that is." "I'm sorry sir, but meeting with Mr. Wayne is through scheduled appointments only," the clerk repeated. "Now if you would like me to set up an appointment for you I'd be more than willi-" "That won't be necessary," announced Bruce who joined the pair. "M.. ," said the desk clerk who was surprised to see him. "It's not even six. I wasn't expecting you in until later this morning." "I thought I'd come in early and get a few things prepared before today's board meeting at nine," to which Bruce replied. He then turned focus on the visitor. "And who is our guest?" The man who sought to speak with Bruce faced him. "Bruce Wayne, the Prince of Gotham himself." He held out his hand. "The pleasure is mine." Bruce shook his hand in return. "I overheard a little of your conversation. You mentioned some problem we're both intertwined in." "Yes, that's right," the man standing before him replied as he released the hold. "Who are you, and what is this concern you wish to bring to my attention?" Bruce asked. "Yes, introductions are always needed before business can be discussed. I am Jirokichi Suzuki," the man relayed. "And the problem I speak of revolves around a certain thief, one I'm sure you're familiar with, Kaitou Kid." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 23 What Next? He gazed into her eyes. The red haired woman did the same in return. The others stood by in silence. "Problem? What kind of problem?" Batman finally spoke. Batgirl stepped forward as she spoke her stance. "Ghosts." Flash lifted a brow. "Ghosts? Now that sounds like a predicament." Batgirl faced him. "Not as thrilling or supernatural as it may sound, I'm merely referring to the Ghost Dragons," she clarified. "Ghost Dragons? As in that street gang known as the Ghost Dragons?" Flash asked. "That'd be the ones," confirmed Batgirl. "And let me guess, our neighborhood friends have struck again?" Nightwing assumed. "Burnside yesterday. West end of Gotham tonight, a local bank," Batgirl began. "They appeared during a burglary." "It's not like them to show up on the grid so freely," Batman said. "They weren't the only ones who were at that bank," Batgirl informed. "A public gathering of bad guys, can't wait to hear this," remarked Nightwing. "Who else was at that bank?" Batman asked. "That I am unsure of. I'm still investigating," Batgirl replied. "Was this other group collaborating with the Ghost Dragons?" "Quite the opposite actually," replied Batgirl. "A fight broke out." "And?" "Our mystery group, all dead," Batgirl revealed. "A single slash wound, the same in each place for every single one of them." "The neck?" Batman assumed. Batgirl nodded. "Hit it right on the mark." "And what of the Dragons?" Batman questioned. "Not a trace." "What about security camera's?" Flash questioned. "Certainly surveillance must have picked up something?" "All cameras were disabled," Batgirl informed. "So the sequence for what entirely went down is still partially a mystery." "Well if that's the case, then how can you be sure the Ghost Dragons were involved?" Nightwing put into question. Batgirl raised her left hand, revealing a small device in hand. Nightwing blinked an eye. "What's that?" "I found it on one of the deceased," Batgirl replied. "It is a com-link, one which Black Mask's men used to communicate with one another." "What's its significance?" "Playback," answered Batgirl. "The man who wore this, his final words was recorded. Once you listen to this there is no doubt of the Ghost Dragons involvement." Batman held out his hand. "May I?" Batgirl handed the device over to him. "Of course." "So, what happens now?" Nightwing questioned. "We prepare," replied Batman who then went on to make way toward the super computer. "Well, unless you guys have anything else, I better be getting back to Central City," Flash said. "I have another local case that I need to get back to." "We appreciate you coming through," Nightwing said. Flash gave him the salute. "If you guys need me, I'm just a ring away." Nightwing gave him the thumbs up. "Dually noted." In the blink of an eye the Flash was gone. "Well I guess that just leaves the three of.." Nightwing paused after hearing a beeping sound that came from a device strapped around Batgirl's wrist. "What's that?" Raising her left arm Batgirl gave quick eye to the device before responding. "Car chase, police are in pursuit." "Where?" "Near the Riverfront Center in the old Gotham district," informed Batgirl. "There are eight fugitives in all, five vehicles between the pack." "Sounds like our kind of party," Nightwing smilingly remarked. "Does that mean you want to tag along?" "If you don't mind," Nightwing replied. "I could use a little night out." Batgirl turned away before proceeding to walk. "Try and keep up." "Go on ahead, I'll catch up to you," Nightwing called. He then looked back into the direction of the super computer. "Yes, that's it," Batman spoke out loud. Nightwing who heard this was most curious to what it was he spoke of. "What's going on?" Nightwing stopped after stepping up to the right side of the computer chair. "The materials to create Crane's fear toxin that was shipped to Tokyo, the batch that ended up in the storage room under the Skytale building," Batman began. "What about it?" "The tracer I placed on the package sent a signal, the materials are on the move." Batman faced him. "No doubt the package is en route to its final destination." "For where the gas itself will be produced?" "Exactly." "Sounds like it's time for a little intervention." Batman was in full agreement. "It's time to play our hand." "So," Nightwing said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "What's the plan?" ….. The hand struck another length, announcing the passing of another hour. The school bell rang within moments, carrying out through the halls of the school. Conan who had just taken his seat placed a pencil atop his desk as he proceeded to slouch back. His eyes carried into the distance, not particularly focused on anything. He was in the moment, but his mind was anywhere but the present. "Kaitou Kid, the Elephant Revenant, the fear toxin from Gotham, Batman… it almost feels as if it all links together in some way. Question is, how?" His chain of thought would be cut off by the sound of three claps which came from the front of the room. Conan leveled his head to find it was his teacher. "Happy Friday everyone." "Happy Friday!" To which the class responded. Sumiko smiled brightly. "Given that it is Friday, do you know what that means?" She paused momentarily before continuing. "That's right, show and tell! I hope you all have something interesting to share with your peers today." "I do!" one shouted from the far left. "Me too!" another exclaimed from the back of the room. "That's good to know," Sumiko said pleased to hear. "So, what do you say we get started?" "Yahhh!" the majority of the children in the class chanted. Sumiko then surveyed the room before locking in on a specific student. "Zeily Zandreu, as the newest member of this class, would you like to present first?" All eyes swayed to the left side. There she was, seated in the back corner of the room. Her raven black bangs sat just above her eyes. She looked forward before giving a subtle nod. "Okay," said Zeily who dropped down from her seat. Crossing her arms across her chest she slowly made her way to the front of the classroom. Not once did she make eye contact with anyone on her way to the front. Damian who stood beside the exit door took notice of this. Once Zeily reached the front of the class she nervously raised her head as she prepared to share what she had brought to show. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a hand sized object. "What is that?" questioned Genta who sat in the front row. "It looks like a wrist brace," another guessed. Sumiko stepped over before tapping Zeily on her left shoulder. "Go on Zeily-chan, tell everyone what you have to share today." Raising the object in hand Zeily did just that. "This is my special horseshoe," she finally revealed. "Papa made it for me at the old lab." "It's a lovely horseshoe," Sumiko commented before turning focus back on the wider class. "Now class, why don't we all give Zeily-chan a round of applause?" As Zeily made her way back to her seat all of her classmates clapped upon her presentations end. "Alright, who would like to go next?" "Me! I wanna share!" Ayumi volunteered with the wave of her hand. "Very well," smiled in Sumiko. "The floor is now yours." As Ayumi made her way to the front of the room Damian felt the vibration of his phone in his left pocket. He pulled out his phone to find there was an incoming call, one from his father. Why now of all times? It must be something important Damian figured. With that in mind he looked toward Sumiko. "Ms. Kobayashi." Sumiko faced him almost immediately. "What is it?" "Would it be alright if I stepped out for a moment?" Damian asked. "I'll be no more than a minute." Sumiko nodded. "Of course. That is fine by me." With that Damian walked out of the room. Conan watched as the door closed on his way out. "I wonder what that's all about?" Conan then looked over at Ai who sat one seat away. She was seemingly struggling to keep her eyes open. "That's strange. It's not often Haibara doesn't get sufficient sleep." Now on the outside Damian pulled out his phone, wasting no time in returning the missed call. It didn't take long for another voice to come from the other end. "Damian, we have an update," informed Bruce. This was promising. "For what?" "The ingredients for Crane's fear gas, the product is on the move," Bruce relayed. "The tracer I placed on the crate indicates this." "It was only a matter of time. So, where's our important package now?" "That's why I've called. Here's the plan, so listen up." …. Another street block was passed as he tracked on in the dark empty streets. No matter how far, no matter how hard he ran, he did not tire. How long had he been running for? Above all else, what was he running from? This was something of an uncertainty. There was only one thing that was to feel inside, a fear, a fear of stopping. He pushed himself further, picking up with each stride. Unexpectedly it felt as if he was getting slower, as if time was freezing right before his eyes. This was followed by an immense pressure that ravaged throughout his entire body. "I can barely move, barely.. breath. What's happening? Where am I?" Upon questioning this a hiss was heard, one followed by a loud growl. It felt as if his heart skipped a beat. "What was that?!" Once again he tried to run, an attempt that would prove fruitless, he was unable to move. "Why.. why can't I move?" What came in the wake of what he assumed to be a warning growl was a terrifying roar. Fretting, he glanced over his left shoulder to spot what he believed to be a giant bat which was soaring down at him from above. A sharpening fear erupted from within. "I've found you now Kaitou Kid! There is no escaping!" The creature flashed its readied fangs. He looked into its eyes, watching as it soared in ever so closely. "No, it can't end, not like…" ….. "Not like THIS!" The running, the dark city, the bat.. they were all gone. "A dream," Kaito realized. He looked to find he was in his own room, now sitting up in bed. He breathed out in relief. "It was just a dream." Kaito raised a hand to wipe the sweat that streamed down the left side of his face. He then looked to the clock sitting atop the dresser beside his bed. "I over slept by almost two hours!" After realizing this Kaito jumped out of bed. "I can't believe I forgot to set the alarm last night. Well, considering what went down.." He sighed before making his way toward the door. "I've already missed one entire period of class, I'm not looking to make it two." He stopped about halfway across the room after spotting his phone sitting on his desk. Grabbing hold of it he found several calls had been missed, all of which coming from one person. "Aoko." Kaito placed the phone back onto the desk. "No doubt she was calling about that cruise she wants me to join her on tomorrow night." He paused at the thought of it. "Not so sure I have the room in my schedule right now. There's far too much on my plate as is." With that Kaito reached the door, turning the knob as the previous night's encounters poured to the forefront. "The Royal Flush Gang, the Batman.. just what will it all lead to?" The thought of it alone excited him. The uncertainty, the thrill of a chase he knew was to come. The question was, what would be at roads end? … The final bell of the day rang. One by one everyone poured out of the classrooms, relieved the weekend was now upon them. Conan was no exception to this. He anxiously made his way down the hallway, there was only one thing on his mind, getting to the hospital to check on Ran. "Hey Conan, wait up!" "Genta," said Conan who turned around to spot his friend. He wasn't alone. Traveling at his side was the rest of his friends. "We're going to come with you," Mitsuhiko said. "Ya! We want to see Ran-chan too," added Ayumi. "You don't mind if we come too do you?" Genta asked. Conan smiled. "Of course not." "Then to the hospital we go!" declared Genta. As they began to walk Haibara faded to Conan's right side as the others took the lead. "I'm curious." Conan looked at her, he then faced forward. "About?" "Do you plan on asking her?" Haibara began. "I mean, about what happened leading up to her being taken captive?" "I'd rather not," Conan replied to her surprise. "Besides, I'm certain the authorities will blitz her for any information they can obtain in regards to her kidnapping. Whatever they learn, I'll know as well." In little time they found themselves on the outside of the school. Several moments more passed before Haibara spoke again. "Who's to say they'll ask the right questions?" Conan was unsure of what was meant by this. He looked to her once more. "What are you trying to say?" After another taken step Haibara stopped. She placed a hand upon her forehead as if to check her temperature. Conan stopped as well. "You ok?" Her hand dropped back to her side. "I'm fine," assured Haibara. "Just a little light headed." "Hey, look guys," Mitsuhiko pointed. "What do you think is going on over there?" Conan looked into the pointed direction. There were a total number of two police vehicles on the opposite side of the street. Two officers stood in sight, talking with someone who looked to be a civilian. He didn't recognize either of the officials. Looking further right he spotted someone of familiarity. "Officer Takagi is over there," Conan pointed. "I see him!" Mitsuhiko acknowledged. "I wonder what he's doing here?" "Only one way to find out," Genta said in response. Nothing more was said. The five wasted little time in marching across the road. From his position beside one of the cars Wataru noticed the group as they approached from the other side. "It's Conan-kun and his friends." This was an opportune moment in his mind. "Takagi, what are you doing outside of our school?" Genta asked being the first to speak. Wataru answered. "Safety precaution. After what happened with Eilji Amou it was decided that extra measures were to be taken. That is why two officers are stationed here." "That makes sense," Haibara said in light of this. Wataru then looked directly at Conan. "Sato-san mentioned she ran into you last night while at the Fun Entertainment Inc building." "I did," confirmed Conan. "What was Officer Sato doing there?" Ayumi asked. "Well, she.. I mean, we were searching for someone." Wataru paused. "Well, at least we thought we were." "You were with her?" Mitsuhiko asked. "I was." Conan's interest had been sparked. "You said you were searching for someone?" "Oh, yes. A man by the name of, Aldor Sunshine," Wataru revealed. "According to an online profile it was said he worked at the Fun Entertainment building located here in Tokyo. We visited that very facility last night. Unfortunately we learned that no one by the name of Aldor Sunshine was employed there or at any other Fun Entertainment Inc building for that matter. Here or overseas." Wataru then looked to the sky. "Furthermore there is a house, one registered to an Aldor Sunshine no more than a couple miles from here. When we visited the house in question there was no one to find." Wataru's sights dropped back down to ground level. "It's almost like this Aldor person is a ghost." "Ghost?!" Genta, Ayumi, and Mitsuhiko all gulped at the thought of it. "What's so important about this Sunshine-san anyway?" Conan asked. There had to be a good reason for why they were so driven in finding this individual. "Well.." Wataru brought a hand to his chin. "I don't know if I can say. This isn't probably something I should be discussing with all of-" "Please!" Conan pleaded. This was tacked on with a look of innocence. "I really want to know. Plus, I could pass everything you tell me to Oji-san on your behalf." Wataru gave it a moment's thought. "Well, you see," Wataru said figuring how to put it in simple terms. "This Aldor Sunshine was part of a list." "What list?" Haibara asked. "A list of suspects," continued Wataru. This drew him in even more. "A suspect for what?" asked Conan. Wataru looked to the boy in glasses once more. "Well to put it simply. The names on this list in question are people who have been traveling in and out of Tokyo at a high rate. We believe one of these people is involved with the shipment of the toxin that Eilji Amou and many others were affected by." Conan was completely drawn in. "Now we're making progress." "What about the house registered to Aldor-san?" asked Mitsuhiko. "Have you gone back after your first visit to see if someone is there?" "Well, we.. I think we've discussed this enough," said Wataru looking to change the subject. "What about all of you? Where were you off to before you encountered me?" "We're going to the hospital," Ayumi informed. This was not what he was expecting to hear. "The hospital? What business do any of you have there?" "We have to go see Ran-chan," Ayumi replied. Wataru smiled in that instance, one that brought a surprise to each and every one of them. "What's so funny?" Mitsuhiko asked. Wataru shook his head. "No, not funny. But rather good news I have to share," he clarified. "For starters, Ran-san is doing fine. I got a chance to speak with her just before I came here." The Detective Boys cheered in happiness. Conan sighed in relief. "She is currently at the police station," Wataru informed. "So if you wish to see her, that's where she is. No doubt she will be released soon. There is no need for any of you to visit the hospital." "Thanks for letting us know Detective Takagi," thanked Conan who bowed his head. No sooner after that did it take for him to take off running. "Come on guys, let's follow him," Genta said being the first to follow after him. Ayumi and Mitsuhiko were next to take off. "Wait, hold on!" Wataru called. The four of them came to an immediate stop. Conan looked back at him. "What is it?" "No need to run," said Wataru. "I'd be more than willing to give you a ride. That is.. if you don't mind?" "But don't you have to stay here and stand guard?" Mitsuhiko questioned. "I'm not the one assigned to this post," Wataru clarafied. He then looked in the direction of the two other officers who stood a short distance away. "They're the ones who are stationed to keep a look out in this area. I only dropped by to check in with them, and shortly after that is when-" "We came into the picture," Haibara figured. "Pretty much," Wataru confirmed. "But enough about that, who's ready to go to the police station?" "Yaah!" Genta, Ayumi, and Mitsuhiko all chanted together. Wataru then went on to unlock the doors to his vehicle. Haibara found way to the front passenger seat while Conan and the others piled into the back. Wataru waved to the other officers before stepping into the vehicle himself. "Alright everyone, remember to put your seatbelts on," Wataru reminded. Once he was strapped in himself he turned the key in the ignition. And just like that, they were on their way. Conan sat in silence as his friends carried on with conversation. What was discussed between them did not register. The only thing on his mind was Ran. How was she feeling? What was he to say to her? That and much more surfed through his mind the entire trip. In no time they arrived at the police station. "Alright everyone," Wataru said as he brought the vehicle to a complete stop. "We're here." His words were immediately followed by Conan unbuttoning his seatbelt and exiting the vehicle. "Hey, wait for us!" Ayumi yelled as she, Genta, and Mitsuhiko hurried after him. Wataru sighed. He then looked to find Haibara still sitting beside him a few feet away. She showed no sign of taking off as the others had. "You ok? You look a little out of it," the detective observed. "I'm fine," Haibara assured. "Will you be joining your friends?" "Of course," to which Haibara replied as she turned into the direction they had gone. "I just don't feel the need to run." Wataru nodded. "I understand." Unbuckling her belt, Ai too exited the car. "Thanks for the ride." "Um, yah. Anytime." As Haibara advanced toward the building distress in someone's voice was heard, the voice of a woman. Stopping she looked to the right. A short distance away two police officials were speaking with a woman. Who was she? Given the large floppy straw hat atop her head and the scarf tied around her neck it was hard to make out any distinctive features. "What's going on over there?" Haibara wondered. She couldn't help but stick around to find out just that. "I'm sorry Hepperway-sama," apologized one of the two officers. "But it is as I said, we have no new information regarding the disappearance of the girls." "What about the jeep? Has there been any word on if it has been found or not?" The other officer shook his head as a saddened look fell upon his face. "That would be a no on that account as well. I'm sorry Hepperway-sama." "I see.." The woman said no more. She turned as she made a move to walk away. "Off to Osaka it is." "Will that be all?" One of the policemen asked. Still trailing away the opposite direction she responded. "No, that will be all." From the little that she gathered there was only one thing to conclude. "A kidnapping." From the sound of it, two young girls were the subject of the woman's distress. Why hadn't she heard about this situation in the local news within the past couple days? Surely something like that would have high coverage? "Aren't you going to join your friends inside?" someone spoke from behind. Startled, Haibara leaped back as she turned around to find who had approached. Her eyes narrowed upon seeing him. "Damian-san." "Don't look so surprised," replied Damian who stepped around her as he proceeded to make his way down the sidewalk. Haibara watched as he departed. There was one thing to question. What was Damian doing at the police station? What could have warranted his visit? She was certainly curious, if not a little suspicious of the unknown circumstances that brought Damian to the police station at the same time as them. What exactly had prompted his appearance here? Either way, that would have to wait. "I better head in before the others become worr.." As Haibara turned in the direction of the entrance she stopped. Her light headedness had reached its breaking point. "All of a sudden I don't feel so..." In that moment it felt as if all control had become lost to her. It started with her legs, how weakened they became. Her vision blurred soon after. As she attempted to take another step she stumbled forward, landing on the grass surface below. … There was nothing to hear, nor anything to feel. Everything was blank. It felt like that of an empty void. Then suddenly it hit; a sense of reality. Awareness had finally kicked in. The question now became, where was she? The uncertainty brought a raise in one emotion, fear. There was a raise in heartbeat, an irregularity in breathing. Before she knew it, she was shaking from top to bottom. A voice of familiarity soon came, piercing through the empty void which raised her from a state of unknown. "Haibara, Haibara!" Her eyes sprung open as she shot up from where she laid. Vision was still that of a blur. A shower of sweat was felt, a wet stream that slid down her face. "Where am I?" While she wasn't able to see she was able to hear. There was a sound. "What is that?" No matter how subtle it was in voice she knew what it was. "A river.." Within seconds her vision gradually restored, bringing clarity of sorts. She came to discover she was in what appeared to be her school homeroom classroom. The moons light peered in from window side. There was no one there but her. "Why am I here?" She checked her phone in hopes of learning the time. To her dismay the battery was dead. "Well of course," Haibara remarked. "How the hell did I end up here anyway?" her memory was somewhat of a blur. A subtle sound then came to ear, one from beneath. "What was that?" It sounded like a stream, the carrying of a river. The sound only got louder with every second that passed. This freighted her. "I need to get out of here." Standing to her feet brought the sound of a crack from below. Looking down Haibara came to find the very floor she stood upon was beginning to break apart, similar to that of a deteriorating surface of ice. Instinct took over. Without a seconds thought Haibara raced toward the door, she only made it halfway across the room before the floor caved in on her. She screamed in fear as she fell into a dark pool of water, one that captured her like a whirlpool. Try as she may, there was no escape. All seemed lost as she sank deeper into the cold stream of nothingness. When all seemed lost she heard the call of her name through the fog of it all, then for a second time. It was only then that her eyes truly opened. …. "Look, I think she's finally coming through." "It appears you're right Shinichi." "Haibara, say something." Her eyes slowly opened. She looked from one to the other. "Please tell me this isn't another dream." Hiroshi smiled. "How are you feeling?" "Tired.. a little woozy," Haibara answered. "Where am I?" "Back at the house," Hiroshi informed. "Haibara, what happened?" Conan asked. Haibara looked into his eyes as if to show a surprise. "I was hoping to ask the same." Conan and Hiroshi briefly glanced at one another before tracking their eyes back on her. "Ok, we'll take it a step back," Hiroshi began. "What's the last thing you remember before waking up here?" "..I, we were at-" the sound of the phone ringing brought an interruption. "I'll be right back," said Hiroshi who made his way over. "So what was it? What do you remember last?" Conan asked. "Well." Haibara slowly sat up. Moments passed as she rehashed everything in mind "School. We had just finished our last period of the school day." "And after that? Do you remember where we went after that?" "I.. we, that's right." It was all now coming back to her. "We were on our way to the hospital to visit Ran. That's when we came across officer Takagi. We were informed that Ran was at the police station, he offered to give us a ride there." "That's right. Do you remember anything else?" A long pause followed. After some thought Haibara shook head. "I don't." she no longer wished to be kept in the dark. "Tell me, what happened? And how did I end up here?" "When I entered the police station along with the others I found it strange that you didn't join us after a minute or so passed," Conan conveyed. "So I went back outside." "And?" "That's where I found you, lying face down in the front lawn of the station," Conan informed. "Thankfully I found you before anyone else did, the last thing we needed was an audience. No doubt you would have been investigated, background check and all. That's the last thing we need to deal with right now." "So, that's what happened.." "And you really don't remember any of what happened leading to whatever caused you to pass out?" Haibara shook her head. "Sorry." "Well, if you start to remember anything." "I'll be sure to let you know." Not a second later Hiroshi rejoined the two. "So, what did she say?" "She doesn't completely remember," Conan replied. "I feared that much," said Hiroshi who wasn't surprised. "What about the others," Haibara asked. "Are they aware of what happened?" Conan shook his head. "Fortunately they were all still inside waiting for Ran to finish with the questioning process. After I found you, I took you to the side of the building before calling Dr. Agasa. He arrived within a two minute frame." "I just happened to be passing through the area," Hiroshi noted. "I see.." Haibara sat in silence for seconds to come. "While you were out I took a sample of your blood," Hiroshi informed. "I'm awaiting the results of the test now. Hopefully we'll have answers for what caused you to lose consciousness." "How long was I out?" Haibara asked. "Three hours, give or take," answered Conan. "Ai-kun, would you like something?" Hiroshi asked. "Perhaps something to drink?" "I'm fine, thank you," said Haibara. "Very well," nodded Hiroshi who then turned his sights to the computer across the room. "I'll be back momentarily. I'm going to go check the status of the scan regarding the blood sample I extracted from you." The two watched as Hiroshi made his way to the computer. Turning, Haibara looked toward Conan. Noticing, Conan did the same. "So, how is she?" inquired Haibara. "Huh?" It was evident by the look on Conan's face he was uncertain for what it was she was referring to. "Ran," Haibara clarified. "How is she coping?" "Oh, yah. She's fine, considering," Conan replied. "What did she say about the Riddler?" Haibara asked. "Did she relay anything insightful about the whole ordeal?" Conan shook his head. "Unfortunately she didn't recall much." "That's probably for the better." "All she can remember is when Edward-san asked her for help in finding a location. Shortly after that she claimed everything went blank," Conan informed. "It's pretty clear once Ran was taken out Edward-san kept her under the entire time everything went down." "I see.. I guess that puts us at square one regarding the whereabouts of your riddle playmate," Haibara smilingly remarked. "He's not my playmate," Conan shot down. "You can certainly keep telling yourself that." "Now that you bring up the Riddler, it's all kind of strange though," said Conan. "What are you talking about?" "The words between the Riddler and the man I was linked with electronically during Riddler's challenge." "What was so strange about what was said?" "He had something to hide, something big." "Who?" "The Knight." "The Knight?" Haibara questioned. "Am I supposed to know who that is?" "Oh, sorry," Conan apologized. "That was the title Riddler gave to the man who I was paired with. Outside of him, Kaitou Kid was simply the Magician, and Oji-san the Investigator." "I see," Haibara realized. "Who was it that had something to hide? Nigma-san?" "Not him, the Knight," Conan clarified. "At least that's what the Riddler seemed to be implying at the time." "This supposed secret.. what relevance does it have pertaining the whereabouts of the Riddler?" asked Haibara. "A connection," Conan replied. "I believe whatever the secret is something that connects the Riddler and the Knight in some way." "And let me guess." Haibara leaned forward. "You believe if you're able to find out this secret it'll get you one step closer to finding the Riddler?" "Maybe.." "Any clue as to what the secret may be?" "There is little to go off of right now. I think our best bet is to investigate Edward Nigma further," Conan said. "The more we learn about him, the better prepared we'll be for when and how he makes his next move." "And if we're lucky perhaps we'll intercept whatever he has planned before he can act." "That's the plan. Even with all that's happened there's still one thing I'm struggling to understand." Conan stepped away from the sofa. There was now a focused look to be found on his face. "What was the point of it all? What was the Riddler hoping to accomplish with his challenge? Why broadcast it?" "Isn't it obvious?" questioned Haibara. "His entire goal was to prove to himself and everyone else he was superior to his selected subjects." "Was that really his objective though?" There was now an enquiring expression to be found on Haibara's face. "What are you implying?" "Think about it," said Conan who was looking at it from another perspective. "From the moment Edward Nigma stepped in past the doors to the agency, there was one theme that stood above all else, deception." Haibara was beginning to get an understanding for where he was going with his train of thought. "So, you believe the spectacle put on was nothing more than a distraction for what he truly has planned?" "Not so much a distraction, but rather a hint." Conan crossed his arms across his chest. He thought long and hard on the matter. "Last night was just a hint to something else, something bigger. A prologue if you will. Whatever Riddler has planned, I don't think it is as simple as a test. He was reaching for something more.. but what? I'll figure it out, no matter what." "You seem rather certain of yourself," pointed out Haibara. Conan smiled. "I didn't say it was going to be easy. Besides, I like a good challenge once in a while." "Don't forget the other matter we have to investigate. That fear toxin that originated from Gotham City," Haibara reminded. "About that, I think we can gain some ground on that front," Conan replied. "All we need to do is obtain all of the information that Detective Takagi has concerning the case." "I'd ask how you plan on doing gaining the information, but I think I have an idea for what you have in mind." A couple seconds later Hiroshi rejoined the pair. "The diagnosis on the blood results came back positive," Hiroshi revealed. "Positive?" Conan questioned. Haibara showed a look of concern. "For what?" Neither of them could have been prepared for what came next. "Found in your blood was a two percent dosage of the very toxin that has plagued the very streets of all of Japan." Conan's eyes leveled wide. "What, that's impossible! How?" To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 22 An Act's Close A burning sensation in Conan's legs heightened with each stride. How much time passed since the discovery was made? How much time remained before the deadline? Those very thoughts ran through his mind. "I can't fail.. I won't." After making a left turn around a large tree the exit was now in sight. "Almost there!" Conan pressed himself further, feeling the urge to collapse with each step. He willed himself through the exhaust and sharp sting in his legs. With a leap toward the finish line Conan launched himself past the doors. He then looked to his wrist to find the timer had come to a complete stop. He had beaten the buzzard by twenty six seconds. "I.. did it." Conan immediately fell to the comfort of the grass, gasping for air as he managed a smile. "Shinichi, do you copy?" Batman radioed. "The countdown has seized, did you make it out with the bell?" Conan tiredly raised the bowtie to his lips. "I'm never running that fast again." That all but confirmed the questioned. Not a second later a certain person chimed in on their success. "Three for Three!" Riddler dispatched. "In no way in my right state of mind would I have imagined all six of you would survive the opening act without casualty." Batman spoke his name. "Riddler." "Tell me, in what frame does the end begin before the beginning?" "Enough riddles Nigama. Where is she?" Batman asked. "Where is Ran Mouri?" "Tsk, tsk, tsk.. for is it my secret that you wish to learn? Let us be fair," Riddler said. "If I am to reveal my secret, you'll have to do the same." "What are you talking about?" "My, my." Riddler chuckled. "Have you told your partner? Does Detective Kudo know your secret?" Hearing this Conan sat up in position. "What is he talking about?" "What indeed," said Riddler. "Go on now. Why don't you tell him, I'm sure he'd love to know just who it is he has been collaborating with for the last handful of minutes." "I know what you're trying to do, it won't-" Batman said only to get interrupted. "I only wish to lay it all onto the table," Riddler responded. "All cards in the deck. So, what do you say Dark Knight?" …. Where to begin? The Edo River is thirty seven miles in distance, something Damian was aware of. If she was truly traveling through the river somewhere, how long would it take before he would find her? "Yo Robin, coming at you with an update," Nightwing happily radioed. "This better be good," Damian responded. "I looked into the situation regarding the helicopters that were dispatched to overlook Kaitou Kid's heist, the heist that obviously got interrupted." "And?" "Here's the thing. Each helicopter is identified by code, represented in the form of a number," Nightwing explained. "I don't know if you noticed, but located on the left side of each helicopter is where a printed number can be found." "And which helicopter do you believe is the one Nigma is currently piloting?" "At first I was stumped," Nightwing admitted. "But then I came across something." "What?" "Helicopter number six was supposed to be inactive tonight, due to repairs that were to be made on it," Nightwing informed. "And let me guess, it just so happens to be flying the friendly skies tonight?" "Right on," Nightwing confirmed. "That means we know where Riddler is." Damian was absolutely pleased. "Next will be formulating a plan for apprehending Nigma without him realizing we're onto him." "Got any catchy ideas?" "We'll find a way," Damian put in short. "Unless you have something else to bring to my attention, I have an important matter that needs my full devoted focus." It was only then that he heard the loud sound that could be heard in the background. "Hey, what's that noise?" Damian was clueless as to what he was talking about. "You'll have to be more specific Grayson." "That grumbling sound," Nightwing clarified. "Just where the heck are you?" "Oh, that." Damian realized what he was referring to. "It's the speed boat." "Speed boat..?" Nightwing paused. "Wait, what speed boat?" "The one I'm riding now," Damian conveyed. Suspicion arose. "And where did you get a speed boat from?" "I borrowed it," Damian declared. Nightwing chuckled. "Borrowed?" "I'll return it in the shape I found it in," Damian assured. "What are you doing with a speed boat for anyw-" Damian interrupted. "Have you already forgot, the Mouri girl is traveling down the Edo River somewhere. That is where I am now," Damian informed. "If you weren't aware the Edo River is thirty seven miles wide. I don't think a canoe would be sufficed for the situation, thus why I've opted to a speed boat." "How much ground have you covered?" "A mile and a half, give or take," replied Damian. "I'm in current en route to Ichikawa. That is where the Edo River will empty into the Tokyo Bay. This entire river is flowing in that very direction." "You're on your 'A' game today," Nightwing complemented. "If Ran Mouri is truly traveling along the Edo River somewhere there is no way you can miss her. Keep your eyes peeled. Good luck, Robin." "-TT-." "Nightwing out." Now with all distractions aside Damian's full focus was on the river itself. He leveled up in speed, flowing in perfect tune with the waves beneath. "Where is she?" That very thought weighed heavily in mind. He kept himself centered as best as he could, looking from one side of the river to the other. There was nothing in sight. A minute passed, then two. "I wish I knew what it is I should be looking for." Soon after posing that very question Damian caught eye of something in the distance afar, a large object floating along the river as he did. "What's that?" There was only one way to find out. Could it be that he had found the sought? His heart now raced with anticipation. Putting the speed boat into full throttle Damian charged forward. "Only one way to find out." … On the rooftop Batman stood stone still, unsure of how to respond to the posed. "So what's it going to be?" Riddler further pressed. "A trade off, bread in exchange for iron, your secret as well as mine. A conclusion can't be made without-" "This is non-negotiable," Batman shot down. "I will find her and you as well. There's an empty cell waiting for you back at Arkham." "You speak as if you're in control, as if you know what is to come," Riddler said. "Tell me, how does the blind man fail to find his way through the lost forest when the exit is right behind him?" There was a long pause. "Perhaps it isn't the exit he seeks," Batman figured. Riddler groaned. "No, no, no! You're looking at it all wrong." "I'm done playing games Riddler," declared Batman. "Question is.. whom is it that is choosing to play games?" "…" "Ohh, you didn't think I would realize that you're stalling?" Riddler stated. Conan who had been listening in the entire time finally chimed in. "Stalling? Stalling for what?" "What indeed," Riddler said. "If I had to take an educated guess, I'd say it has something to do with one of his freelance sidekicks." "Sidekicks?" Conan did not know what to make of these comments. The next second someone else joined in on the conversation. "It's over Riddler, I've found her," Damian dispatched. "You've lost." "Her?" Conan thought to himself. "Is he referring to Ran? Furthermore, who is this guy?" The sound of clapping could be heard coming from the Riddler's line. "Excellent work, though I must note that you're roughly a minute late from the time I predicted you would reach this point," Riddler stated. "I know where you are, you've been keeping tabs on everyone from the sky," Damian revealed. "You're in helicopter number-" "Six, yes," Riddler confirmed. Upon learning this Batman immediately looked to the sky to find several helicopters were now heading in the direction of the rooftop he, Kogoro, and Kaitou Kid stood upon, none of which were helicopter number six. "They're coming." "I'm sure you've noticed by now that you've got incoming company Dark Knight. As much as I'd like to see how it all plays out, I must put in my timely leave," Riddler said. "Until next time, yes?" And with that Riddler's communication line cut off. Batman looked over his shoulder to find Kaitou Kid was now gone. He wasn't surprised in the least. "Is it over?" Conan radioed. Batman responded. "Yes." The helicopters overlooking the city continued to close in on their location. It didn't take long for Kogoro to notice as well. "What the hell is going on?" Batman took a step forward, placing a foot onto the edge of the building. "It's over," Batman relayed. Hearing this Kogoro made a move toward him. "My daughter? What about Ran?" Batman looked to him for a final time. "She's fine detective, an ally of mine has assured her safety." Batman conveyed. Kogoro sighed in relief. "There is one thing I'd like to ask of you." Kogoro looked him in the eyes. "What is it?" "Everything that happened on this roof tonight involving Kaitou Kid and myself, it never happened," Batman stated. "What do you mean it never happened?" "Goodbye detective." Batman looked to the distance afar. Kogoro raced over, witnessing as Batman glided off into the night. He was at a loss for words. Not a moment later a bright light shined down upon him. Kogoro looked up to find the several helicopters hovering above. There was now a sense of relief. Question was.. was it truly over? ….. Eleven Hours Later The room was silent. Only the subtle sound of the steam rising from the cup of hot tea sitting atop the desk was heard. What exactly had happened the night before? The details of it all were still that of a blur. The sound of a knock at the door came a moment later. Leaning back in the chair Kiyonaga invited the visitor in. "You may enter." A familiar face stepped in past the door. "Sato, you're here." "And with an update," Miwako reported. Kiyonaga was pleased to learn this. "What were you able to uncover?" "How do I put this?" Miwako stopped after reaching the desk. Kiyonaga waved a hand. "Why don't you have a seat?" the Superintendent offered. Miwako nodded. "Thank you." Now seated, she proceeded. "As you know I have been investigating all parties that were on the list I formulated in regards to the drug that hit the streets." "And what has your investigation amounted to?" "A prime suspect," Miwako replied. "If you can even call it that." Kiyonaga didn't know what to make of her words. "What are you trying to say?" "Sunshine Aldor," Miwako said. "That was one of the names on the list of suspects that I gathered. I went in search of Sunshine-san last night." Kiyonaga leaned forward, placing his hands to the top of the desk. "And?" "Aldor Sunshine doesn't exist," Miwako finally revealed. "At least, that's what appears to be the case. According to the online file I found on him it was said he worked at a Fun Entertainment Inc. building located here in Tokyo. Last night I went to visit his office." "He wasn't there," Kiyonaga guessed. "That's right. Not only that, the office room he was supposedly occupying didn't exist either," Miwako continued. "I spoke with the clerk who was working at the front desk last night, according to her there isn't an Aldor Sunshine employed there, nor has there been in the past." "Could it be that Aldor Sunshine simply works at another one of the FEI buildings?" Kiyonaga questioned. "I looked into that very possibility before I came in. There is no Aldor Sunshine working for Fun Entertainment Inc. Not here, nor at any of the other facilities located throughout Japan." "I see." Kiyonaga rested his chin atop his hands. "What a dilemma this is." "There was also a small house registered to Aldor Sunshine located here in Tokyo." "Have you visited it?" Miwako nodded in confirmation. "No one answered when I visited last night, nor when I returned there early this morning." "I take it you would like to get a search warrant?" Kiyonaga assumed. "One of many reasons I'm here," Miwako confirmed. "I will see to that," Kiyonaga assured. "I couldn't ask for anything more." "Unless you have more for me; you're dismissed." Miwako nodded before standing back to her feet. About halfway across the room Kiyonaga called to her. "Sato, one last thing." She faced her superior once more. "Good work." "Thank you sir." And with that she advanced onward, closing the door on her way out. Kiyonaga turned in his chair to where he was now looking out the window. "First that drug, then that Riddler character last night. Just what the hell is going on in this city?" ….. Friday! The end of the school week had finally arrived. It was just the two of them, walking side by side. "You have barely spoken since you came over this morning," Haibara said. She could see the look on his face, the deep intent in his eyes even. He was in the process of trying to solve something. But what? "Shinichi?" Hearing his name Conan finally responded. "Sorry," he replied. "I have a lot on my mind." "Anything specific?" "The Riddler.. the identity of the man I was paired with, the game itself," replied Conan. "I have so many questions." "The good news is it's over," Haibara said. "And above all, no one got hurt." "Is it really?" "Excuse me?" "Is it truly over? The Riddler was not apprehended. Who's to say he won't strike again at some point?" "Do you believe he will?" "I do. Last night was just the beginning." Several silent filled moments passed. "How long will Ran remain at the hospital?" Haibara asked. "I don't know," Conan admitted. "She has yet to awake, not since she was found on the side of the river last night." "Who was the one to find her?" Haibara was curious. "It was a call in," Conan informed. "From an anonymous caller. When the police arrived on the scene there was no one there but Ran." "Hmmm. That's rather suspicious," Haibara noted. "I agree." "I take it detective Mouri is currently at Ran's side?" "He is," confirmed Conan. "It's strange though." Haibara looked over, now with an enquiring look on her face. "By what do you mean?" "What was the point of it all? What was the Riddler hoping to accomplish with that game of his?" Conan still didn't know what to make of it all. "All that set up.. for what? Everything ended so abruptly." "It's like you said, last night was only the beginning." "The question is, how and when," Conan said. "There is something else. Oji-san's statement that he gave to the police last night while we were at the station, it was strange." "Starnge?" Haibara questioned. "How do you mean?" Before he had the chance to respond the two would be interrupted. "Hey guys, over here!" Looking across the way the two spotted their friends who were clearly waiting for them. "Looks like we'll have to put this discussion on hold," Conan said. They found themselves in the company of the others soon after. "It's about time you guys showed up," said Genta. "Have you guys been waiting long?" Conan asked. "Almost six minutes," replied Mitsuhiko who checked his watch. "We still have over fifteen minutes before class starts, so we'll be ok." "Let's go!" Ayumi said cheerfully. "You seem pretty happy," Conan noticed. "Do you have something special planned for the day Ayumi-chan?" "We all do!" to which Ayumi replied. "What? We do?" Conan was uncertain for what it was she was referring to. "Today is Friday," Ayumi reminded. "And also show and tell day." "I completely forgot about that," murmured Conan. "You forgot, didn't you?" asked Haibara who came to Conan's side. "Of course not," Conan lied. "How could I?" "Come on guys," Mitsuhiko directed with the wave of his hand. "Let's get going." "Right behind you," said Genta who was the first to follow. And with that their day was now underway. As they pressed on there was another matter that came front and center to Conan's mind. "There's still the fact that Kaitou Kid decided to hand over the Elephant Revenant to me. But why? What could be the reason?" ….. Gotham City It started with a right turn, followed by a left. Soon the combination was realized in full. With the lock now disabled he stood to his feet. "Opening this door will send out a signal to the GCPD, we'll have anywhere from three to six minutes before they arrive. So we'll need to move swiftly. Everyone got it?" "Just open the damn safe," another said in response. "Let's get the money and hightail outta here, the longer we mess around the higher the chance we'll encounter you know who. Besides, we still haffta make plans for the next bank we bout to hit up." "Yah, yea, I hear ya." He turned back in the direction of the door only to hear something drop down to the ground from behind. "Now what?" Turning around he along with everyone who stood in rank with him came to lock eyes on a dark figure hiding among the shadows across the room. There was no doubt in their minds who it was. "Batman!" "We can do this the easy way, or the painful one," the voice of a woman conveyed. "The hell? That aint the bat. Who are you? Show yourself!" "You're in no position to give orders," she replied. "It's eight against one, I like our odds." "But I am not of one," the woman declared. Following this more figures appeared within the darkness of the room. "We are many, ghosts of this world." "I don't care who you people are. Alright boys, light em up!" … Several miles away The hand on the clock turned, signaling the passing of another hour. It was now eight o'clock. Soon it would be time to venture out into the night. He now sat at the chair in front of the large super computer, all collected information had been gathered into one file. The only thing that remained to do was to piece it all together. "What was Nigma doing down in Japan? Was his entire purpose for being their completely tied to his game? Or could it be more.. could it be that the spread of Crane's toxin was also part of his doing? And then there's the Royal Flash Gang, what did they want with Kaitou Kid?" Those very questions carried on through his mind. The sound of someone approaching from behind came in those following seconds. Turning in his seat he came to find who it was. "Nightwing, Flash, thank you for coming." "It's been a steady in Central City all evening," Flash noted. "Taking a short leave shouldn't cause for too much concern." "Batman, what is it?" asked Nightwing who advanced forward. "Have you figured something out?" "Work in progress," Batman replied. "The details involving yesterday's case isn't entirely why I have summoned you both." "Ok, consider me surprised," Flash admitted. "If you didn't call us here to discuss the Riddler, then why are we here?" Batman turned in the chair to where he now faced the two entirely. "Because this matter might concern you both just as much as myself." Both Nightwing and Flash looked to one another before looking back down at him. "Excuse me?" Nightwing questioned. Batman would now elaborate. "Barry, do you recall when this all started?" "Well, of course," Flash replied. "The moment the Riddler showed up at detective Mouri's agenc-" Batman interrupted. "No, it began before that." "What, before? Are you sure?" "Central City," Batman said. "That is where Scarecrow's toxin was being produced, the batch that was ultimately shipped to several parts of Japan." "You're right," Flash said. "I almost forgot about that." "Could it be that Riddler's appearance in Japan is tied to Crane's toxin?" Nightwing questioned. "Is it possible?" "It can't be coincidence," Flash said. "The Riddler, Scarecrow.. there has to be a connection to make." "Any guess to what that could be?" "If there is a connection to make, we will find it." Batman was certain of this. "I said you both are involved in this just as much as myself, and not just the two, but the other three as well." "Other three?" Nightwing questioned. "As in the guys we were paired with electronically during Riddler's fun game?" "Yes. Detective Mouri, Kaitou Kid, and myself were all targets from the beginning," Batman pointed out. "The moment the both of you and detective Kudo picked up those communicator devices was the moment you became just as intertwined in all of this as the rest of us. We can't shy away from the possibility that you two might specifically be a part of the Riddler's ultimate plan going forward." "You know the Riddler better than anyone," Flash said. "What do you believe he is planning?" Batman gave the only answer he could. "I don't know, at least not yet." Pivoting in the chair all focus fell on the computer. "Before I called the two of you here I put together a timeline for every action the Riddler made within the last three days." "And let me guess, you think you might have an idea for what Riddler's next move will be?" Batman replied. ".. Maybe." He proceeded from there, opening a file on the screen for all to see. "Prepare yourselves gentlemen and ladies alike; the end of this will bring about the closing to a prologue. That was the closing line of Riddler's last announcement to the public." "What of it?" Flash questioned. "Do you think there is some relevance to that line?" ".. Prologue," Nightwing said. "That is the key word. If yesterday was a prologue then there is certainly more to come." "Ok, but what?" Flash wondered. "The pieces are all here, we just need to put them together," Batman said in response. "There is one thing in particular Nigma asked of me that seems to be the most telling." "Let's hear it." "Morning, day, and night. Can you name three consecutive days without using the words; Sunday, Saturday, Friday, Thursday, Wednesday, Tuesday, or Monday?" "What was your response?" Flash asked. "Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow." "And what did he say in response?" "He claimed the answer I gave was incorrect," replied Batman. "Figuring out the true answer could be key to determining what the Riddler plan's to do next." "Something we can all agree on," Flash said. "Another thing we should take into account is the theme of these proceedings, a mirrored misdirection. For all we know something like that could still be in play for whatever he is planning next." "Something I am accounting for," acknowledged Batman. "There was something else Nigma said that has been on my mind." "And what's that?" Nightwing asked. "In what frame does the end begin before the beginning?" Batman ran down. "There is no doubt in my mind he was hinting at something." "Question is, what?" "I do have something else I do wish to ask, since we're semi on the subject," Flash said. Batman took a moment to look away from the computer. "What is it?" "Ran Mouri, the daughter of the detective," Flash said. "Where was she anyway?" "Floating along the Edo River inside of a coffin," Nightwing revealed. Flash was surprised to learn this. "A coffin? Now that's unexpected. Where is it now, in the hands of Tokyo's authorities?" "They are unaware of the coffin," Batman said. "You don't mean.." "Yes, when I returned from Japan I brought the coffin back with me," Batman confirmed. "It is currently in my evidence lab." Batman then turned focus back on the computer. Flash crossed his arms over his chest. "Why am I not surprised? So, did the coffin hint at anything? Did you discover something that might tell us where the Riddler is or when he might strike next?" Batman responded. "Nothing that could be made out from the naked eye. I'll have to run some further tests to be sure. On the subject of the coffin, Riddler knew Ran had been found before Robin even reported it over the communicator," Batman said. "My guess is that Nigma installed something inside of the coffin which allowed him to know when someone opened or came near it." "Which gave him the opportunity to hightail out of there before anyone could get the chance to get the drop on him," Nightwing said. There remained only one thing to enquire. "So.. what happens from here?" Batman stood up from the chair with only one thing to say. "We prepare." The sound of a step echoed through the room, then another. "Someone's coming," Flash noted. "You expecting more company?" "No, I'm not." The three of them looked into the direction of the stairway to find a dark figure approaching. "I hope I am not interrupting anything," someone spoke. Batman recognized the voice immediately, watching as they stepped into the clear. "Batwoman." "Batman, we have a problem." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 22 An Act's Close A burning sensation in Conan's legs heightened with each stride. How much time passed since the discovery was made? How much time remained before the deadline? Those very thoughts ran through his mind. "I can't fail.. I won't." After making a left turn around a large tree the exit was now in sight. "Almost there!" Conan pressed himself further, feeling the urge to collapse with each step. He willed himself through the exhaust and sharp sting in his legs. With a leap toward the finish line Conan launched himself past the doors. He then looked to his wrist to find the timer had come to a complete stop. He had beaten the buzzard by twenty six seconds. "I.. did it." Conan immediately fell to the comfort of the grass, gasping for air as he managed a smile. "Shinichi, do you copy?" Batman radioed. "The countdown has seized, did you make it out with the bell?" Conan tiredly raised the bowtie to his lips. "I'm never running that fast again." That all but confirmed the questioned. Not a second later a certain person chimed in on their success. "Three for Three!" Riddler dispatched. "In no way in my right state of mind would I have imagined all six of you would survive the opening act without casualty." Batman spoke his name. "Riddler." "Tell me, in what frame does the end begin before the beginning?" "Enough riddles Nigama. Where is she?" Batman asked. "Where is Ran Mouri?" "Tsk, tsk, tsk.. for is it my secret that you wish to learn? Let us be fair," Riddler said. "If I am to reveal my secret, you'll have to do the same." "What are you talking about?" "My, my." Riddler chuckled. "Have you told your partner? Does Detective Kudo know your secret?" Hearing this Conan sat up in position. "What is he talking about?" "What indeed," said Riddler. "Go on now. Why don't you tell him, I'm sure he'd love to know just who it is he has been collaborating with for the last handful of minutes." "I know what you're trying to do, it won't-" Batman said only to get interrupted. "I only wish to lay it all onto the table," Riddler responded. "All cards in the deck. So, what do you say Dark Knight?" …. Where to begin? The Edo River is thirty seven miles in distance, something Damian was aware of. If she was truly traveling through the river somewhere, how long would it take before he would find her? "Yo Robin, coming at you with an update," Nightwing happily radioed. "This better be good," Damian responded. "I looked into the situation regarding the helicopters that were dispatched to overlook Kaitou Kid's heist, the heist that obviously got interrupted." "And?" "Here's the thing. Each helicopter is identified by code, represented in the form of a number," Nightwing explained. "I don't know if you noticed, but located on the left side of each helicopter is where a printed number can be found." "And which helicopter do you believe is the one Nigma is currently piloting?" "At first I was stumped," Nightwing admitted. "But then I came across something." "What?" "Helicopter number six was supposed to be inactive tonight, due to repairs that were to be made on it," Nightwing informed. "And let me guess, it just so happens to be flying the friendly skies tonight?" "Right on," Nightwing confirmed. "That means we know where Riddler is." Damian was absolutely pleased. "Next will be formulating a plan for apprehending Nigma without him realizing we're onto him." "Got any catchy ideas?" "We'll find a way," Damian put in short. "Unless you have something else to bring to my attention, I have an important matter that needs my full devoted focus." It was only then that he heard the loud sound that could be heard in the background. "Hey, what's that noise?" Damian was clueless as to what he was talking about. "You'll have to be more specific Grayson." "That grumbling sound," Nightwing clarified. "Just where the heck are you?" "Oh, that." Damian realized what he was referring to. "It's the speed boat." "Speed boat..?" Nightwing paused. "Wait, what speed boat?" "The one I'm riding now," Damian conveyed. Suspicion arose. "And where did you get a speed boat from?" "I borrowed it," Damian declared. Nightwing chuckled. "Borrowed?" "I'll return it in the shape I found it in," Damian assured. "What are you doing with a speed boat for anyw-" Damian interrupted. "Have you already forgot, the Mouri girl is traveling down the Edo River somewhere. That is where I am now," Damian informed. "If you weren't aware the Edo River is thirty seven miles wide. I don't think a canoe would be sufficed for the situation, thus why I've opted to a speed boat." "How much ground have you covered?" "A mile and a half, give or take," replied Damian. "I'm in current en route to Ichikawa. That is where the Edo River will empty into the Tokyo Bay. This entire river is flowing in that very direction." "You're on your 'A' game today," Nightwing complemented. "If Ran Mouri is truly traveling along the Edo River somewhere there is no way you can miss her. Keep your eyes peeled. Good luck, Robin." "-TT-." "Nightwing out." Now with all distractions aside Damian's full focus was on the river itself. He leveled up in speed, flowing in perfect tune with the waves beneath. "Where is she?" That very thought weighed heavily in mind. He kept himself centered as best as he could, looking from one side of the river to the other. There was nothing in sight. A minute passed, then two. "I wish I knew what it is I should be looking for." Soon after posing that very question Damian caught eye of something in the distance afar, a large object floating along the river as he did. "What's that?" There was only one way to find out. Could it be that he had found the sought? His heart now raced with anticipation. Putting the speed boat into full throttle Damian charged forward. "Only one way to find out." … On the rooftop Batman stood stone still, unsure of how to respond to the posed. "So what's it going to be?" Riddler further pressed. "A trade off, bread in exchange for iron, your secret as well as mine. A conclusion can't be made without-" "This is non-negotiable," Batman shot down. "I will find her and you as well. There's an empty cell waiting for you back at Arkham." "You speak as if you're in control, as if you know what is to come," Riddler said. "Tell me, how does the blind man fail to find his way through the lost forest when the exit is right behind him?" There was a long pause. "Perhaps it isn't the exit he seeks," Batman figured. Riddler groaned. "No, no, no! You're looking at it all wrong." "I'm done playing games Riddler," declared Batman. "Question is.. whom is it that is choosing to play games?" "…" "Ohh, you didn't think I would realize that you're stalling?" Riddler stated. Conan who had been listening in the entire time finally chimed in. "Stalling? Stalling for what?" "What indeed," Riddler said. "If I had to take an educated guess, I'd say it has something to do with one of his freelance sidekicks." "Sidekicks?" Conan did not know what to make of these comments. The next second someone else joined in on the conversation. "It's over Riddler, I've found her," Damian dispatched. "You've lost." "Her?" Conan thought to himself. "Is he referring to Ran? Furthermore, who is this guy?" The sound of clapping could be heard coming from the Riddler's line. "Excellent work, though I must note that you're roughly a minute late from the time I predicted you would reach this point," Riddler stated. "I know where you are, you've been keeping tabs on everyone from the sky," Damian revealed. "You're in helicopter number-" "Six, yes," Riddler confirmed. Upon learning this Batman immediately looked to the sky to find several helicopters were now heading in the direction of the rooftop he, Kogoro, and Kaitou Kid stood upon, none of which were helicopter number six. "They're coming." "I'm sure you've noticed by now that you've got incoming company Dark Knight. As much as I'd like to see how it all plays out, I must put in my timely leave," Riddler said. "Until next time, yes?" And with that Riddler's communication line cut off. Batman looked over his shoulder to find Kaitou Kid was now gone. He wasn't surprised in the least. "Is it over?" Conan radioed. Batman responded. "Yes." The helicopters overlooking the city continued to close in on their location. It didn't take long for Kogoro to notice as well. "What the hell is going on?" Batman took a step forward, placing a foot onto the edge of the building. "It's over," Batman relayed. Hearing this Kogoro made a move toward him. "My daughter? What about Ran?" Batman looked to him for a final time. "She's fine detective, an ally of mine has assured her safety." Batman conveyed. Kogoro sighed in relief. "There is one thing I'd like to ask of you." Kogoro looked him in the eyes. "What is it?" "Everything that happened on this roof tonight involving Kaitou Kid and myself, it never happened," Batman stated. "What do you mean it never happened?" "Goodbye detective." Batman looked to the distance afar. Kogoro raced over, witnessing as Batman glided off into the night. He was at a loss for words. Not a moment later a bright light shined down upon him. Kogoro looked up to find the several helicopters hovering above. There was now a sense of relief. Question was.. was it truly over? ….. Eleven Hours Later The room was silent. Only the subtle sound of the steam rising from the cup of hot tea sitting atop the desk was heard. What exactly had happened the night before? The details of it all were still that of a blur. The sound of a knock at the door came a moment later. Leaning back in the chair Kiyonaga invited the visitor in. "You may enter." A familiar face stepped in past the door. "Sato, you're here." "And with an update," Miwako reported. Kiyonaga was pleased to learn this. "What were you able to uncover?" "How do I put this?" Miwako stopped after reaching the desk. Kiyonaga waved a hand. "Why don't you have a seat?" the Superintendent offered. Miwako nodded. "Thank you." Now seated, she proceeded. "As you know I have been investigating all parties that were on the list I formulated in regards to the drug that hit the streets." "And what has your investigation amounted to?" "A prime suspect," Miwako replied. "If you can even call it that." Kiyonaga didn't know what to make of her words. "What are you trying to say?" "Sunshine Aldor," Miwako said. "That was one of the names on the list of suspects that I gathered. I went in search of Sunshine-san last night." Kiyonaga leaned forward, placing his hands to the top of the desk. "And?" "Aldor Sunshine doesn't exist," Miwako finally revealed. "At least, that's what appears to be the case. According to the online file I found on him it was said he worked at a Fun Entertainment Inc. building located here in Tokyo. Last night I went to visit his office." "He wasn't there," Kiyonaga guessed. "That's right. Not only that, the office room he was supposedly occupying didn't exist either," Miwako continued. "I spoke with the clerk who was working at the front desk last night, according to her there isn't an Aldor Sunshine employed there, nor has there been in the past." "Could it be that Aldor Sunshine simply works at another one of the FEI buildings?" Kiyonaga questioned. "I looked into that very possibility before I came in. There is no Aldor Sunshine working for Fun Entertainment Inc. Not here, nor at any of the other facilities located throughout Japan." "I see." Kiyonaga rested his chin atop his hands. "What a dilemma this is." "There was also a small house registered to Aldor Sunshine located here in Tokyo." "Have you visited it?" Miwako nodded in confirmation. "No one answered when I visited last night, nor when I returned there early this morning." "I take it you would like to get a search warrant?" Kiyonaga assumed. "One of many reasons I'm here," Miwako confirmed. "I will see to that," Kiyonaga assured. "I couldn't ask for anything more." "Unless you have more for me; you're dismissed." Miwako nodded before standing back to her feet. About halfway across the room Kiyonaga called to her. "Sato, one last thing." She faced her superior once more. "Good work." "Thank you sir." And with that she advanced onward, closing the door on her way out. Kiyonaga turned in his chair to where he was now looking out the window. "First that drug, then that Riddler character last night. Just what the hell is going on in this city?" ….. Friday! The end of the school week had finally arrived. It was just the two of them, walking side by side. "You have barely spoken since you came over this morning," Haibara said. She could see the look on his face, the deep intent in his eyes even. He was in the process of trying to solve something. But what? "Shinichi?" Hearing his name Conan finally responded. "Sorry," he replied. "I have a lot on my mind." "Anything specific?" "The Riddler.. the identity of the man I was paired with, the game itself," replied Conan. "I have so many questions." "The good news is it's over," Haibara said. "And above all, no one got hurt." "Is it really?" "Excuse me?" "Is it truly over? The Riddler was not apprehended. Who's to say he won't strike again at some point?" "Do you believe he will?" "I do. Last night was just the beginning." Several silent filled moments passed. "How long will Ran remain at the hospital?" Haibara asked. "I don't know," Conan admitted. "She has yet to awake, not since she was found on the side of the river last night." "Who was the one to find her?" Haibara was curious. "It was a call in," Conan informed. "From an anonymous caller. When the police arrived on the scene there was no one there but Ran." "Hmmm. That's rather suspicious," Haibara noted. "I agree." "I take it detective Mouri is currently at Ran's side?" "He is," confirmed Conan. "It's strange though." Haibara looked over, now with an enquiring look on her face. "By what do you mean?" "What was the point of it all? What was the Riddler hoping to accomplish with that game of his?" Conan still didn't know what to make of it all. "All that set up.. for what? Everything ended so abruptly." "It's like you said, last night was only the beginning." "The question is, how and when," Conan said. "There is something else. Oji-san's statement that he gave to the police last night while we were at the station, it was strange." "Starnge?" Haibara questioned. "How do you mean?" Before he had the chance to respond the two would be interrupted. "Hey guys, over here!" Looking across the way the two spotted their friends who were clearly waiting for them. "Looks like we'll have to put this discussion on hold," Conan said. They found themselves in the company of the others soon after. "It's about time you guys showed up," said Genta. "Have you guys been waiting long?" Conan asked. "Almost six minutes," replied Mitsuhiko who checked his watch. "We still have over fifteen minutes before class starts, so we'll be ok." "Let's go!" Ayumi said cheerfully. "You seem pretty happy," Conan noticed. "Do you have something special planned for the day Ayumi-chan?" "We all do!" to which Ayumi replied. "What? We do?" Conan was uncertain for what it was she was referring to. "Today is Friday," Ayumi reminded. "And also show and tell day." "I completely forgot about that," murmured Conan. "You forgot, didn't you?" asked Haibara who came to Conan's side. "Of course not," Conan lied. "How could I?" "Come on guys," Mitsuhiko directed with the wave of his hand. "Let's get going." "Right behind you," said Genta who was the first to follow. And with that their day was now underway. As they pressed on there was another matter that came front and center to Conan's mind. "There's still the fact that Kaitou Kid decided to hand over the Elephant Revenant to me. But why? What could be the reason?" ….. Gotham City It started with a right turn, followed by a left. Soon the combination was realized in full. With the lock now disabled he stood to his feet. "Opening this door will send out a signal to the GCPD, we'll have anywhere from three to six minutes before they arrive. So we'll need to move swiftly. Everyone got it?" "Just open the damn safe," another said in response. "Let's get the money and hightail outta here, the longer we mess around the higher the chance we'll encounter you know who. Besides, we still haffta make plans for the next bank we bout to hit up." "Yah, yea, I hear ya." He turned back in the direction of the door only to hear something drop down to the ground from behind. "Now what?" Turning around he along with everyone who stood in rank with him came to lock eyes on a dark figure hiding among the shadows across the room. There was no doubt in their minds who it was. "Batman!" "We can do this the easy way, or the painful one," the voice of a woman conveyed. "The hell? That aint the bat. Who are you? Show yourself!" "You're in no position to give orders," she replied. "It's eight against one, I like our odds." "But I am not of one," the woman declared. Following this more figures appeared within the darkness of the room. "We are many, ghosts of this world." "I don't care who you people are. Alright boys, light em up!" … Several miles away The hand on the clock turned, signaling the passing of another hour. It was now eight o'clock. Soon it would be time to venture out into the night. He now sat at the chair in front of the large super computer, all collected information had been gathered into one file. The only thing that remained to do was to piece it all together. "What was Nigma doing down in Japan? Was his entire purpose for being their completely tied to his game? Or could it be more.. could it be that the spread of Crane's toxin was also part of his doing? And then there's the Royal Flash Gang, what did they want with Kaitou Kid?" Those very questions carried on through his mind. The sound of someone approaching from behind came in those following seconds. Turning in his seat he came to find who it was. "Nightwing, Flash, thank you for coming." "It's been a steady in Central City all evening," Flash noted. "Taking a short leave shouldn't cause for too much concern." "Batman, what is it?" asked Nightwing who advanced forward. "Have you figured something out?" "Work in progress," Batman replied. "The details involving yesterday's case isn't entirely why I have summoned you both." "Ok, consider me surprised," Flash admitted. "If you didn't call us here to discuss the Riddler, then why are we here?" Batman turned in the chair to where he now faced the two entirely. "Because this matter might concern you both just as much as myself." Both Nightwing and Flash looked to one another before looking back down at him. "Excuse me?" Nightwing questioned. Batman would now elaborate. "Barry, do you recall when this all started?" "Well, of course," Flash replied. "The moment the Riddler showed up at detective Mouri's agenc-" Batman interrupted. "No, it began before that." "What, before? Are you sure?" "Central City," Batman said. "That is where Scarecrow's toxin was being produced, the batch that was ultimately shipped to several parts of Japan." "You're right," Flash said. "I almost forgot about that." "Could it be that Riddler's appearance in Japan is tied to Crane's toxin?" Nightwing questioned. "Is it possible?" "It can't be coincidence," Flash said. "The Riddler, Scarecrow.. there has to be a connection to make." "Any guess to what that could be?" "If there is a connection to make, we will find it." Batman was certain of this. "I said you both are involved in this just as much as myself, and not just the two, but the other three as well." "Other three?" Nightwing questioned. "As in the guys we were paired with electronically during Riddler's fun game?" "Yes. Detective Mouri, Kaitou Kid, and myself were all targets from the beginning," Batman pointed out. "The moment the both of you and detective Kudo picked up those communicator devices was the moment you became just as intertwined in all of this as the rest of us. We can't shy away from the possibility that you two might specifically be a part of the Riddler's ultimate plan going forward." "You know the Riddler better than anyone," Flash said. "What do you believe he is planning?" Batman gave the only answer he could. "I don't know, at least not yet." Pivoting in the chair all focus fell on the computer. "Before I called the two of you here I put together a timeline for every action the Riddler made within the last three days." "And let me guess, you think you might have an idea for what Riddler's next move will be?" Batman replied. ".. Maybe." He proceeded from there, opening a file on the screen for all to see. "Prepare yourselves gentlemen and ladies alike; the end of this will bring about the closing to a prologue. That was the closing line of Riddler's last announcement to the public." "What of it?" Flash questioned. "Do you think there is some relevance to that line?" ".. Prologue," Nightwing said. "That is the key word. If yesterday was a prologue then there is certainly more to come." "Ok, but what?" Flash wondered. "The pieces are all here, we just need to put them together," Batman said in response. "There is one thing in particular Nigma asked of me that seems to be the most telling." "Let's hear it." "Morning, day, and night. Can you name three consecutive days without using the words; Sunday, Saturday, Friday, Thursday, Wednesday, Tuesday, or Monday?" "What was your response?" Flash asked. "Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow." "And what did he say in response?" "He claimed the answer I gave was incorrect," replied Batman. "Figuring out the true answer could be key to determining what the Riddler plan's to do next." "Something we can all agree on," Flash said. "Another thing we should take into account is the theme of these proceedings, a mirrored misdirection. For all we know something like that could still be in play for whatever he is planning next." "Something I am accounting for," acknowledged Batman. "There was something else Nigma said that has been on my mind." "And what's that?" Nightwing asked. "In what frame does the end begin before the beginning?" Batman ran down. "There is no doubt in my mind he was hinting at something." "Question is, what?" "I do have something else I do wish to ask, since we're semi on the subject," Flash said. Batman took a moment to look away from the computer. "What is it?" "Ran Mouri, the daughter of the detective," Flash said. "Where was she anyway?" "Floating along the Edo River inside of a coffin," Nightwing revealed. Flash was surprised to learn this. "A coffin? Now that's unexpected. Where is it now, in the hands of Tokyo's authorities?" "They are unaware of the coffin," Batman said. "You don't mean.." "Yes, when I returned from Japan I brought the coffin back with me," Batman confirmed. "It is currently in my evidence lab." Batman then turned focus back on the computer. Flash crossed his arms over his chest. "Why am I not surprised? So, did the coffin hint at anything? Did you discover something that might tell us where the Riddler is or when he might strike next?" Batman responded. "Nothing that could be made out from the naked eye. I'll have to run some further tests to be sure. On the subject of the coffin, Riddler knew Ran had been found before Robin even reported it over the communicator," Batman said. "My guess is that Nigma installed something inside of the coffin which allowed him to know when someone opened or came near it." "Which gave him the opportunity to hightail out of there before anyone could get the chance to get the drop on him," Nightwing said. There remained only one thing to enquire. "So.. what happens from here?" Batman stood up from the chair with only one thing to say. "We prepare." The sound of a step echoed through the room, then another. "Someone's coming," Flash noted. "You expecting more company?" "No, I'm not." The three of them looked into the direction of the stairway to find a dark figure approaching. "I hope I am not interrupting anything," someone spoke. Batman recognized the voice immediately, watching as they stepped into the clear. "Batwoman." "Batman, we have a problem." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 21 The Locations A detonator.. could it really be? If so, for what? Surely the Riddler wouldn't give him the detonator to one of the explosives? No, it had to mean something more than that, but what? "Think Barry, think.." Every moment that passed was critical. In the heat of thought his wrist device began to vibrate. "Yo Flash, what's going on?" Kaitou Kid radioed. "The countdown on my device is reading that we only have a minute and eight seconds before one of those explosions go off. It makes no sense, not long ago it read that we had over six minutes. What the heck is going on?" "Well, I can explain that," Flash replied. The tone in his voice gave it away. "No, don't tell me?" "Yes, I used one of the service cards," Flash revealed. "Service card number one to be precise." Kaitou Kid was at a loss for words. "Don't you think that should have been something we discussed, you know.. as a team?" "Didn't have time to weigh you in on the-" Flash stopped after hearing a ring from the communicator in his ear. "Kid listen, I'll get back to you. I've got an incoming call." "From who?" "From someone who can hopefully help us break the code," Flash replied. "Promise this won't take long." With one conversation ending another began. "Cyborg, please tell me you've got something for me." "I do," Cyborg happily reported. Flash was pleased to hear this. "Lay it to me buddy." "So here's the deal. The train station in east Gotham as well as the station in Burnly both received separate missile threats," Cyborg relayed. "That's why no one is aboard that train you are on, and why no one was at the east Gotham train station." Flash blinked an eye. "Missiles?" What did it mean? "Cyborg, was there anything different between the two missile reports?" "Yes, Slight detail differences on each description." "Tell me, I need to know." "Ok, so regarding the missile threat received at the Burnley station," Cyborg began. "It was written that there was an incoming missile, one that would arrive within the hour." "And the missile threat at the east station?" "That one simply read; a missile will be launched from the premises, all civilians be aware," Cyborg conveyed in full. "Sounds more like a launch point of a missile, rather than the target," Flash noted. "As a precaution everyone must have been evacuated out of the area until the situation is assessed thoroughly." "I'd imagine that much. Thanks Cyborg, you don't know how much your input is appreciated." "Flash, are you going to tell me what's going on?" "No time to explain, I'll get back to you when I can. Flash out." Everything he could possibly need to solve the mystery was now before him. The missile threat from the Burnley, the received threat from the east Gotham train station, and the detonator held in his grasp. The question was, how did it all tie together? … On the other side of Gotham Nightwing raised the notepad, opening it to discover what was on the first page. "Empty?" He flipped to the next page to find it empty as well. "Detective, it's me," Nightwing radioed. "Got an update on our notepad." "What is it?" Kogoro responded. "The notepad, it's empty." "What do you mean empty?" "There is nothing in-" Nightwing stopped. After reaching the final page of the notepad he came upon a line of print. "Hold on, we've got something." "What does it say?" Kogoro was anxious. "At my heart awaits the boom. Tomorrow will bring the light day of midnight," Nightwing read aloud. "Another riddle, wonderful." "So there are two parts to this one that we have to decipher." "For us to gain an understanding of the latter is to first determine the meaning of the first." "You're right," Nightwing agreed. "At my heart awaits the boom. 'Heart', that is the centurial part to this riddle. But what is its meaning?" "That seems pretty obvious don't you think?" "What do you mean?" "What is it to be dark, while also being connected to light? What has a tail, face, and nothing more? Find the grounds that hold the likeness of all sides," Kogoro said in reference to the initial riddle. "You seemed certain that whatever brought you to that police headquarters was what the Riddler wanted us to find. So perhaps whatever we need to-" "You're right detective Mouri, that's it!" Nightwing lowered the notepad before turning his sights to what had led him here. "The signal." Nightwing wasted no time in walking back over to the Bat Signal. "In my heart lies the boom." Nightwing leaned forward. Could this be the hiding place of what they sought? "Only one way to find out." Nightwing firmly gripped the sides of the signal, as he attempted to pull the top off he noticed something. "It's loose." After realizing this Nightwing pulled back with full force, watching as the top of the signal dropped to the ground. Kogoro could hear its loud thump from the other end of the communicator. "What's going on?" Nightwing's eyes shot wide upon what he came to discover. "Detective Mouri, you're not going to believe this." Kogoro braced himself for what was to come. "What is it?" "One of the bombs the Riddler planted, I'm looking at one of them," Nightwing informed. ….. In Japan "Almost there." That was the thought that raced through Conan's mind as he ran in pursuit of the tea house. Even with a destination determined, there was still one lingering question. What was he to look for upon his arrival? What could the Riddler have possibly left for him to find? The thought of Ran came to mind, he would not allow himself to fail. The tea house was in his line of sight in little time. "This is it." Not a moment later the wrist communicator alerted him of an incoming call. "Shinichi, have you reached the tea house?" Batman dispatched. "I can see it now," Conan happily conveyed. "I'll be at the front step in no-" Conan seized speaking upon spotting something. This was certainly something to inquire about. "What's going on down there?" Batman asked. Conan responded. "Up ahead, I see something." "What is it?" The closer he got the clearer it became. "It looks like a box.. it's covered by wrapping paper like a-" "A present?" Batman assumed. "That looks to be the case, yes." "Tell me what you're seeing. Every detail could amount to something." Conan kept that in mind as he closed in on the lone box that was about the size of a typical shoe box. Conan came to an immediate stop upon reaching the box. "I wonder what's inside?" The young detective was curious to say the least. The wrapping paper was green in color with a purple bow sitting on the top. As Conan moved in on the suspicious box he caught eye of something. "What's that there?" Upon further inspection he found that it was a silver colored envelope. "And so the trend of the silver envelope continues." Conan stripped the taped envelope from the box as he flipped it to the other side. His eyes lifted ever so slightly after finding that the envelope was addressed to Ran Mouri, beneath her name, tomorrow's date. His heart began to race, his fingers tingled even. There was one thing that seemed strange, the color of the print itself. "Indigo?" This was not in line with any of the previous silver envelopes he'd come to hold. What was to be made of this? The crease of the letters weren't completely straight, something which prompted Conan to trace a finger over each letter and number individually. "Texture.. the print is texturized." It almost felt like a paint of some kind. This was certainly questioning. Was there a deeper meaning to it? Investigating further Conan raised the envelope to his nose, sniffing it for a possible distinct scent. "Nothing." Conan lowered the envelope before flipping it to its backside. "Now to find out what's inside." Placing a finger onto the crease of the envelope Conan looked to find out what was sealed inside. The wrist communicator activated moments later. "Shinichi, what's the status of the box?" Batman asked. Holding the voice changing device to his lips Conan responded. "Attached to the box is an envelope, one that is silver in color like the previous ones." "And inside the envelope?" "I have yet to open it," Conan informed. "Though, there is something that could be of importance I discovered on the outside." When Batman didn't reply Conan continued on. "The print on the front of the envelope, every letter and number has texture to them." "Print?" Conan clarified. "The envelope was addressed to Ran Mouri. Directly under her name was tomorrow's date." "The texture you speak of.. how would you describe it?" "Paint," Conan replied as he thought of other possibilities. "Maybe even a thick pastel of some kind." Silence ensued. "Yo partner, you still there?" Conan radioed. "What about the box?" "The wrapping paper is green, with a purple bow on top. What's inside is still unknown," Conan replied. "Proceed." Conan couldn't agree anymore. "You got it." His first move was to open the envelope. He reached inside to come into contact with something. "What is this?" Pulling back Conan came to find a folded red slip of paper inside. Unexpectedly there was but a single word to be found in the center of the paper, one in gold print. "donG," Conan read. "Dong?" "The note inside the envelope, that's what it says," Conan reported. He then flipped the red colored paper to the opposite side to a message that read; "To where is my position in the house?" "…." It was clearly another riddle; one which he assumed was directly linked to what had yet to be discovered. The only thing that remained was for Conan to open the box. He believed this would be the true delivery of the Riddler's message to them. His first move was to remove the purple colored bow on top, ripping the green paper from the box directly after. It was during this process that he heard a sound from inside the box. "What was that?" It almost sounded instrumental. Once the paper had been removed completely Conan went on to tearing the box open to discover what was inside. What now sat before his eyes was not what he was expecting to find. "Knight," Conan radioed. "I now know what is inside the box." …. Somewhere else in the city Minutes had passed since the last announcement was made by the Riddler, so it came as no surprise when his face appeared on all television screens once again. "Back with an update for you my patient bystanders! I am happy to report that things are truly heating up in this game against time." Riddler didn't stop there. "In regards to our lovely participant's front and center it would seem some are draining out of time faster than others." Damian who was listening in on the broadcast himself did not know what to make of these comments. "What is that lunatic carrying on about now?" "First, with the most time remaining we have Gotham's proclaimed 'knight' and the lone horse chip in Tokyo. With the second most time remaining to them we have the Sleeping Kogoro bunch who have nearly just as much time as the former," Riddler informed. "Last, with only fifty eight seconds remaining before something goes Boom! We have ourselves the infamous Kaitou Kid and a certain speedster. No magic trick will prevent what is to soon occur. Prepare yourselves gentlemen and ladies alike; the end of this will bring about the closing to a prologue." Saying nothing more the transmission to the broadcast blacked out once again. There was immediate panic to be heard from the surrounding area. "Why is it Kid's group has less than a minute before their deadline is reached?" Damian wondered. "They should have just under six minutes remaining by my count." Something wasn't quite adding up. Pressure was mounting by the minute. "I need to find Nigma, and fast," declared Damian. It was something that wasn't going to come easy. Time was quickly running out. With everything he knew about the kidnapping of Ran Mouri, Damian still felt as if there was something he was missing, something he needed to solve the case. "Think.. what am I missing?" The entirety of what he knew ran through his mind, stemming from his first day arriving in Tokyo. Was there something they had not accounted for? Could it be that they had overlooked something? During this time of thought Damian's mind clicked. "Could it be?" There was one small detail that no one had really put much thought to. "That could be the key to finding where Nigma is keeping Mouri." There was not a moment to waste. Damian called the one person he believed would have the answer he sought. "Batman, can you hear me? There's something I need to ask you." Five silent seconds passed by. "Father?!" Damian dropped his hand from his right ear in frustration. "Why isn't he answering? Is the signal jammed.. or could it be something else?" Damian raised his head to the sky as if to search for answers, ones which he knew wouldn't come. "Just what is going on?" …. Midtown Tower Little by little people were finally beginning to clear out of the building. This night was no longer about apprehending Kaitou Kid, no. This night was now about 'THE Riddler'. "Sir, we've searched the entire premises," an officer reported. "All is clear. There were no explosives to be found." Inspector Ginzo sighed in relief. "Good, now we don't have to worry about anyone possibly tripping a wire and setting off an explosion. Everyone is now free to go." The officer standing before him bowed his head before looking to take off. "I'll give the word." Not a second later Jirokichi approached from behind. "What's going on now?" Ginzo faced him. "I have just received word that there is no a bombs located in this building. People will now be allowed to depart at their free will." "I see." "Everyone inside this building has been searched as well," Ginzo informed. "I can say without unreasonable doubt that Kid is no longer among us." This did not surprise Jirokichi in the slightest. "So then it's true huh? Kid is taking part in that Riddler character's game." "That seems to be the case, yes," replied Ginzo. "The Riddler has certainly caused uproar. He's got more than seventy percent of this cities law enforcement not only in search of him, but for the potential explosives he has claimed to have planted throughout Tokyo." "This crazed clown won't get away with this," Jirokichi stated. "You're right, he won't. I won't allow it, none of us will," Ginzo declared. Standing from a short distance away Haibara watched as everyone began to exit the room little by little. "It would be best if we left as well. There is no reason for us to remain here any longer." "Yay!" Ayumi yelled happily. "We finally get to leave!" "It's about time," said Mitsuhiko who was almost just as happy to learn this. He then looked up at Hiroshi who was in the process of placing his phone into his pocket. "Any luck getting a hold of Conan-kun?" Hiroshi nodded. "Oh yes, he met up with a relative who is visiting the city for the week," Hiroshi lied. "He's doing just fine. He's very busy, so I wasn't able to talk to him for long." "So that's why he ran off in such a hurry," Mitsuhiko figured. They too made their way toward the exit. It was during this time that Ayumi noticed the absence of a certain someone. "Hey, where is Damian-kun?" "Have you already forgotten, he said there was somewhere he needed to go," Genta reminded. "And since he hasn't come back yet, I guess whatever he left for must be important," Mitsuhiko assumed. "Come along," said Hiroshi who took charge in leading them out. "It's time to get all of you home. I imagine your parents will all be pleased to see you." "No kidding!" Mistsuhiko stated. "Since the first broadcast my mom has been checking in on me every other minute." "Mine too!" Ayumi yelled. "Let us not keep them waiting another minute," Hiroshi said. In little time they too found their way out past the doors. …. In Gotham The train continued to soar along the tracks at high speed. Everything needed for him to solve the equation of the unknown was all there. The evacuated stations, the two missile threats, an empty train, and a suspected detonator he held in hand. Less than a minute remained before time was to expire. Flash clutched his fists at the thought of it. "Think Barry think, how does it all link together?" The sound of his giggles came without warning. "Well, well, well, it would seem you've found yourself at a bit of a.. halt." Flash sourly spoke his name. "Riddler." "Tick, tick, tick inhales the fat lady. Lights.. camera, and action. All eyes are now upon her," Riddler continued on. "Tick, tick, tick. The fat lady will soon sing." "No one is going to die today," countered Flash. "Well, that all depends," the Riddler voiced with a change in tone. "Tell me, can you accept the weight of hundreds of lives hanging in the balance? Can you solve the riddle? Are you fast enough Flash?" The transmission between the two ended. There was no denying the affect behind the Riddler's words, it had irked him. He wanted to run as fast as he could in search of answers, but to what conclusion would that bring? "Flash-sama, you there?" Kaitou Kid dispatched. Raising the wrist device Flash replied. "I'm here. Listen, we're running out of time, we only have-" "Less than forty seconds, I know," Kaitou Kid said. "What I want to know is who you contacted with the service card." "A friend," Flash simply put. "What's important is the information I was able to obtain. I now know why this train is empty of any passengers and why the two train stations were evacuated." "Can't wait to hear this." "Two separate threats of a missile launch. So the missile threat received at the Burnley train station claimed there was an incoming missile, one that would arrive within the hour. The threat at the east station said a missile will be launched from the facility and that all civilians should be aware," Flash conveyed. "So besides the explosives we now have two potential missiles to account for. We better hurry and figure this out before all chaos erupts." "You can't be serious, does the Riddler truly intend to launch.. hold on." "What's wrong?" Flash enquired. "A riddle, that's all it is." Kaitou Kid seemed sure of this. "We are talking about the missiles, right?" "Yes," confirmed Kaitou Kid. "Think about, the way in which the bomb threats were described." "I don't quite follow," admitted Flash. Kaitou Kid took it a step back. "Admittedly I'm not much of a mystery solver, but look who we're dealing with, The Riddler," Kaitou Kid reminded. "I don't know him very well, but from what the bat said about him I'm willing to bet these missile threats are a hint to something more." Taking that possibility into account Flash began to try and piece it all together. "Ok, so we've got two empty Gotham stations, a single train traveling south from Burnley to the east station." Flash then opened the palm of his hand to spot the item in hand. "And last, a detonator." "I say we focus on the missile threats," Kaitou Kid said. "I'm thinking that will be the key to reeling everything together." "Burnley, there is to be an incoming missile," Flash began. "East Station, a missile will be launched from the facility," Kaitou Kid added. Flash blinked an eye as he began to pace in place. "I don't know about you, but it almost seems as if they're directly linked somehow, almost as if there is a hidden.. hold on." "You got something?" Kaitou Kid was hopeful. "An incoming missile, a missile that is to be launched.. Kaitou Kid, I think I know what the riddle is referring to," Flash replied. "The missile isn't a missile at all, the train, this train is the missile! If I were to take a guess I'd say one of the bombs has been planted on this train somewhere." "What, are you sure?" Kaitou Kid wasn't completely convinced. "How do you figure?" "Think about. This train is traveling from Burnley to the East Gotham train station, the train launched from one facility and can be looked at as incoming to the other," Flash explained. "And we both know once this train reaches the East station our time will be up." "There is just one problem with that analogy. The missile threat at Burnley like you said is the one that claimed a missile would be incoming, but we both know the train is traveling from Burnley to the East Gotham train station," Kaitou Kid reminded. Flash was bummed out. "Darn, you're right." It was only at that second that it clicked to Kid's mind. "No wait, you might actually be right," Kaitou Kid retracted. "What, really?" "I just remembered, Batman kept stressing the theme of the Riddler's game, a mirrored deception," Kaitou Kid recalled. "Meaning that whatever appears to be true in hindsight could very well mean the opposite. The missile threats that the Riddler sent to each of the train stations, there was a reason each of them were worded in the way that they were, their chosen locations even." Not a moment later the pair could hear the sound of clapping pumping through their wrist communicators. "Well done Flash and Kaitou Fraud. You have determined where and what the missile is," Riddler radioed. The deduced was now confirmed. "Above you Flash, in one of the overhead bins throughout the entire train is a single bomb, one that will soon explode with the power to wipe out an entire city block. How will you choose to stop it? Oh, and before you try anything irrational, I should let you know opening any of the overhead bins will trigger the bomb to explode immediately.. oh, and you have only fifteen seconds before the deadline is reached. Tah tah!" The Riddler's laughter could be heard as his voice faded. Flash looked out the window on the right, the East Gotham train station was now in the clear. The pressure was now in full force. "Now what?!" Flash's heart was racing as fast as it had since they had begun. "Flash-sama, I've got an idea," Kaitou Kid said. "Hurry and get to the cockpit of that train." Turning around Flash raced toward the front of the train, vibrating his molecules to bypass the door to the control room. "I'm in," Flash radioed. "What did you have in mind?" "Wow, that was fast." Kaitou Kid was impressed. "Look, the theme of this entire challenge has been a-" "Mirrored deception, I know. Why did you want me to come to the cockpit?!" "I was thinking, what if we were to set the train in reverse? That would be the opposite of-" "Of moving forward. Kid, you're a genius!" Flash complimented. His faith however would soon disperse into flames. Upon looking down he came to find that the entire control panel had been destroyed, sitting on top was a sticky note with a green colored question mark. "Damn! He was one step ahead!" When Flash didn't speak again Kaitou Kid radioed once more. "We've only got six seconds remaining. Flash-sama, what's going on?" He received nothing in response. Fear began to flow within. "Flash… Flash!" ….. Elsewhere in Gotham Nightwing still couldn't believe his eyes, had he truly come to find one of the explosives that the Riddler had planted? All he needed to do was disarm the bomb. Was that all that remained, was it that simple? "Hartwell-san, Hartwell-san!" Kogoro spoke. There was almost an excitement to hear in his voice. "Are you seeing this?!" "Care to feel me in on what I should be seeing?" "The timer on my wrist band has completely stopped, is that the case for you?" Kogoro asked. Glancing down Nightwing found that the same applied to his wrist device. "You're right, the timer on mine has stopped as well," Nightwing informed. "But what does it mean?" The voice of another weighed in on their situation. "It simply means a job well done." Nightwing's eyes squinted upon hearing him speak. "Riddler.." "Congratulations to the both of you, you two have successfully completed my challenge within the given deadline," Riddler informed. "Are you serious?" Nightwing questioned. "It can't be!" yelled Kogoro. "I was expecting you two to be far more delighted with this delivery of news, relived even," Riddler admitted. "Just let it be known that your involvement in these proceedings has reached its climax. Until next time, gentlemen." "What do you mean until next time?" Kogoro questioned. "What about my daughter? Have you released her?!" The Riddler did not respond. "Hey, HEY!" Kogoro exclaimed. "It's no use detective," Nightwing said. "The Riddler disconnected his line." "What about Ran? We need to find her!" "And I have no doubt that we will," Nightwing said assured by this. "Though, don't you feel.. I don't know, unsettled?" "Unsettled?" "This whole thing, the challenge.. it almost felt too easy," Nightwing finally let out. He rested his chin atop his left fist. "For Riddler's standards, this isn't quite adding up." "Whether it makes sense or not is irrelevant. Our focus now should be locating my daughter," Kogoro stated. "Hold on detective," said Nightwing. "I've got an incoming call, I'll get back to you in a minute." Nightwing then went on to activate the communications device in his ear. "This is your captain speaking, how may I be of service?" "Grayson, it's me." "Damian?" "Listen, there is something I need to ask," Damian began. "I tried contacting Batman but was unable to get ahold of him." "No doubt it is because he's caught up in Riddler's game," Nightwing figured. "What do you need?" "While the rest of you are locked in a game of chess against the Riddler I have since switched my focus to finding the girl." "You mean Ran Mouri?" "I've hit somewhat of a wall with my investigation." "And you believe I possess some super top end information that you need?" "I was told that after Detective Mouri initially found out about his daughter's kidnapping that he went in search of her, and in the process of doing so he came across her cell phone at a bus stop." Nightwing was uncertain where he was going with this. "And?" "Father said the detective found the phone stashed in between the pages of a magazine," Damian continued. "What I need to know is what kind of magazine was it." "What kind?" Nightwing was confused. "Why would you need to know something like that, I doubt that would.. then again, this is the Riddler we're dealing with." "Do you know what kind contents were within the magazine?" "I don't, but I know someone who does," Nightwing replied. "Gimmie a sec. I gotcha." "Your timer starts now Grayson," declared Damian. "And here I thought I was done with deadlines for the day," Nightwing said. Following this he reactivated the wrist communicator. "Detective Mouri, it's me. You still there?" "Where else would I be?" Kogoro replied. Nightwing managed a smile. "Listen, there's something I need to ask. Something that may help us pin point where the Riddler is keeping your daughter." Kogoro couldn't be any more pleased to hear this. "What is it? What do you need to know?" "Earlier today you came across your daughter's cell phone at a bus stop, correct?" "Yah, that's right," confirmed Kogoro. "What about that?" "The magazine you found the phone in between, what kind of magazine was it?" "If I can recall I beli.. wait, hold on a second," Kogoro stated. "How do you know about the situation pertaining to my daughter? Let alone about me discovering her phone? Just who are you?" "No time to explain. Let's just say I know someone who wants to help," Nightwing said in response. "Time is of the essence detective, I need to know what kind of magazine it was that you found your daughter's phone hidden within." Kogoro took those next moments to rehash just that. "If I'm not mistaken the magazine was from a company known as 'Travelway'. That's what I remember seeing on the front cover." "Travelway?" Nightwing had never heard of such a company. "What do you know about Travelway detective?" "Next to nothing," replied Kogoro. "Today was the first I'd ever seen the name." "I see." "So what does this Travelway have to do with finding Ran?" "That's what I'm hoping to find out," Nightwing answered. "I'm going to have to let you go detective. I promise I'll get back to you when I have an update for you." The line between the two was cut following Nightwing's final words. "So the question is," he said with a pause. "What is Travelway?" …. In Japan "A bell?" "That's right," Conan confirmed. "A silver colored bell with a gold ribbon attached to it. Any guess to what is symbolizes?" "Silver, gold, and indigo," Batman wondered. Was there something relevant to the three colors within the confines of the Riddler's riddle? This very thought flowed through Conan's mind as well. "So, what are you thinking?" Conan asked. "The bell," Batman began. "What kind is it?" Conan looked over the bell closely. Upon inspecting it he was certain of its type. "It's a sleigh bell," Conan conveyed. "Do you believe there is some relevance to that?" ".. Maybe." "There is also the note which was inside the envelope attached to the box," Conan brought up once more. "One side read 'donG'." "While the opposite side's message was; 'To where is my position in the house?" Batman completed. "Are we in agreement that the note and bell coincide with one another?" "Yes, but to what degree?" Conan was unsure of what to make of this remark. "What are you trying to say? That there may be further meaning to the note that doesn't pertain to the bell?" "Both the bell and note alike," Batman clarified. "While I believe the two share a link to solving the riddle, I also believe the two represent something larger in Riddler's game on their own merits." Conan glanced down at the device attached to his wrist. "Whatever that may be we've got four minutes and fifty six seconds to figure it out before the Riddler sets off one of those explosives." It was now time to crack the case. "Just what could the bell be signifying? The previous riddle that lead us to this point said we would find we sought once we got here. Is the bell the sought prize? Or could it be that we're missing something?" "Dong.. To where is my position in the house?" Batman's focus was on the note that had been sealed within the envelope. "The key to this riddle is the house." "I was thinking the same," Conan agreed. "But what could it be? What house is it that the Riddler is referring?" "Which indeed." ….. In the streets of Japan "Travelway?" "That's what detective Mouri said," Nightwing dispatched. "I've never heard of it." "That makes the three of us," Nightwing noted. "Mouri himself didn't seem all that familiar with the name." "T..T." "Is there anything else I can do to help with your mission?" "As far as I'm concerned I can handle things moving forward," replied Damian. "Any further assistance is not required." "Loud and clear, I'll leave it all to you. Nightwing out." It was now up to him. "Travelway," Damian spoke. Could this be the key to determining the whereabouts of Ran? Damian was now ready to conduct a search. "Let's see what I can find on this Travelway." He reached down, now with a digital device in hand he ran a quick search of 'Travelway'. The immediate results were quite insightful. "By air, ground, or water. Travelway is the way to go," Damian read. It was now clear what Travelway was. "So, Travelway is a company that offers traveling services." Damian lowered the digital device as his mind reverted back to the task at hand. "But how does a company of this kind factor into the mystery of the Riddler's challenge?" Damian began to move in a circular path. Where was the Riddler? Where was Ran? Were the two of them at the same location? He needed to find out, and it needed to be soon. "It's all in the riddle. I need to piece everything together." There was only one way to do so, starting from the beginning. "Adam, Goliath.. enemies in this game of chess." He then drew focus to the first riddle. "The silver blade placed into your chest I pull out into creation of Gold. Come tomorrow's fall of dawn the Gold shall flow with waves towards its destination of multiply. Bring to me the Light of whose hands are unclean to which he touches. Midnight's deadline waits at the Eye and Hand overlooking all," Damian read. "That was the initial riddle, and also the basis for every riddle that followed." Then was the second point in the timeline to account for. "A day after having Nigma visit him at his agency Mouri received a package, one addressed to him that was clearly sent by Nigma," Damian continued. "Inside were a number of photo's, all of which were of his daughter, Ran." This brought him to the phone and magazine. "After receiving the photos it was clear to Detective Mouri that his daughter was the target from the beginning. After setting out in search of Ran, detective Mouri discovered her phone at a bus stop," Damian noted. "Travelway, the magazine brand the phone was hidden between." "Morning, day, and night. Are you able to name three consecutive days without using the words; Sunday, Saturday, Friday, Thursday, Wednesday, Tuesday, or Monday? Those were the Riddler's initial words to father when they first spoke. No doubt it is a riddle hinting at something, but what?" Damian stood in silence as he contemplated on the matter further. Damian pressed on to the next point soon after. "The biggest hint we have about Ran's whereabouts is what Nigma hinted in regards to her current status," Damian said. "Tomorrow she could be in several places. Today she floats a stream of the moment. Yesterday, you'll have to flip it all around to make any sense of that. If I can decipher the meaning of this part of the riddle everything else should fall right in place." Damian was certain of this. There was only one riddle that remained. "A single finger? How about two? Double provides for a two way route, in turn allowing an additional option." Two way route.. an additional option? Everything was beginning to unfold into clarity. "Could it be that the Riddler was referring directly to Ran and himself with that line?" The panic from bystanders traveled through the air, accompanied by the police sirens that seemingly traveled in all directions. Damian blocked it all from his mind. If he was to solve this there could be no distractions. His mind remained focused on the last riddle. 'Double provides for a two way route, in turn allowing an additional option'. "Two way route.. additional option." Damian paused. "Two, additional.. both equate to double. Meaning that there is more than a single location I need to find. Nigma and Ran must not be at the same location." Damian was certain of this. It was now time to determine the where. He looked through all the gathered material once more, of everything he held there didn't appear to be anything that blatantly hinted at the Riddler's location. "Hold on, I might have something." Damian drew attention to yet another line that had been spoken by the Riddler. "Today she floats a stream of the moment. The key word is moment, which means now," Damian noted. "The question is, what is the significance behind floats and.." Damian stopped in mid-sentence. He felt as if he was coming onto something. "Float, stream.. a river! Could it be that Ran is currently floating along a river, or possibly even lake somewhere?" The last thing he wanted to do was jump to conclusion. Damian surveyed over all clues once again. It was the first of the lot that drew in his focus. "The silver blade placed into your chest I pull out into creation of Gold. Come tomorrow's fall of dawn the Gold shall flow with waves towards its destination of multiply." It was the second line in particular that he deemed relevant. "The gold that will flow with the waves towards its destination of multiply, could the gold referenced in this part of the riddle be referring to Ran?" Damian was beginning to link each of the riddles together. "Come tomorrow's fall of dawn the Gold shall flow with waves towards its destination of multiply, today she floats a stream of the moment.. then there is the Travelway magazine. It all must be linked in some way." Taking all of this into account there was another question that arose. "Let's say I give into the possibility the Mouri girl is in fact flowing down a river somewhere, where could the Riddler be. If my hunch is right, then I should be able to narrow down the possibilities for where Nigma is." If Ran was truly traveling down a river, where? Damian's focus turned to the other that he sought to find. "While I may not entirely know where the Riddler is, I do know he is on the move. The theme of this challenge has been a mirrored misdirection, as father explained. So if I am to take that into account, perhaps the location for where the Riddler is located is opposite of where Ran is. The opposite of water level would be." Damian looked up toward the sky. Realization came over him in an instant. "How did I not figure it out sooner?!" … Back on the rooftop Kaitou Kid stood in absolute panic. Five seconds remained, four.. three.. two. He closed his eyes before the timer could hit one, bracing himself for an explosion he suspected would soon erupt. His heart couldn't be pounding any faster, feeling as a hot streak of sweat ran down the back of his neck. Two seconds passed, then five. Nothing happened. Kaitou Kid slowly opened his eyes, taking a deep breath his eyes dropped down to the device on his wrist. What he saw left him almost speechless. ".027," Kaitou Kid read. That was the time on display on the device, a time which showed no signs of changing. "What's going on, did the inner clock freeze or something?" Not a moment later after questioning this the wrist device began to beep, alerting him of an incoming call. "Kaitou Kid, it's me." "Flash?" "It's over, mission complete," Flash reported. "We did it." There was a sigh of relief, one followed by an explosion of exciting team accomplishment. "What, really?" Kaitou Kid found it hard to believe. "Yeahhaeeeaaahh!" After calming himself Kaitou Kid went on to ask the obvious. "Was that the key, getting the train to go in reverse?" "It was," Flash confirmed. "How were you able to get it to go in reverse?" Kaitou Kid asked. "Did you set it in reverse while you were in the control room?" "Riddler destroyed the control panel, so I had to find another means for getting the train to go in reverse." "This I gotta hear?" "A little over fifteen miles away from where the train was, I traveled to a facility that gives people the ability to command the trains electronically through a signal," Flash conveyed. "Once I came upon the situation in the control room I immediately exited the train and-" "So you're telling me you traveled over fifteen miles in under like ten seconds to reach that facility?!" Kaitou Kid was speechless. "Well, I am the fastest man alive," Flash reminded. "So the stories I've heard about you are true." "What about the others? Have they completed their assigned challenges?" Before Kid had the opportunity to respond the voice of another joined in on the conversation. "Well done, if there was a pair I was expecting to fail in this act before the beginning, it was you two." There was no mistaking who it was. "So, what's the end plan Question Mark Man?" Kaitou Kid asked. "First off, you'd be best served to fine tune your insults," Riddler replied. "And to answer your question, your involvement in this chapter is complete." "What do you mean by complete?" questioned Flash. "Until next time." Those were the Riddler's closing comments to the two. It was now just the two of them. "So, that's it?" It all felt so underwhelming in his mind. "Knowing the Riddler, I highly doubt it," replied Flash. "Either way, how are things looking from your end? Have Batman and Detective Mouri completed their challenges?" Kaitou Kid took the time to glance over at the other two who occupied the same roof as himself. "Detective Mouri appears to still be worried. Regardless of the possibility of he and the person he is teamed successfully completing their challenge, I wouldn't expect him to showcase anything different. At least not until his daughter is safe," Kaitou Kid replied who then looked in the direction of Batman. "Can't say much for Mr. Sunshine. Since we first crossed I haven't seen his expression change. He's got the ultimate poker face if I've ever seen one." "That's Batman for you," Flash said voicing a full understanding. "So what happens now?" "What happens now? We wait." ….. Rikugien Garden The question remained unanswered, the house? What was the house mentioned in the riddle? Did it pertain to the Riddler's or Ran's location? The possibility of that was front and center in Conan's mind. "We now have three minutes and twelve seconds before time runs out," Conan pointed out. "Our progress has been minimal. It almost feels like we're-" "Missing something," Batman completed. He was in full agreement. "There must be something. Think back. On your way to the tea house did you hear or come across anything that could be deemed out of the ordinary? Perhaps there was something you saw that you felt could be related to the challenge?" Conan took a few seconds to rehash his trip prior to reaching this point. "Well outside of the doors to the garden seemingly opening on their own when I arrived I wouldn't say there has been anything unusu-" Conan stopped in mid thought. "What is it?" Batman enquired "The silver envelope I discovered attached to the entrance doors to Rikugien," Conan began. "The note I found inside read; 'Ding Dong'." "No doubt referencing a doorbell," Batman figured. "Exactly. After reading those words out loud the entrance doors opened," Conan informed. Batman was beginning to catch on with where he was going with this. "To where is my position in the house?" Batman repeated. "Shinichi listen, you need to get out of there along with the bell." "What?" "The note you found by the entrance coupled in with the one you found attached to the box when read together is; Ding Dong, dong, to where is my position in the house?" Batman ran down. Conan realized the truth behind the mystery in that moment as well. Holding up the bell that sat in the palm of his hand a grin appeared on his face. "I understand now," Conan said. "A bell's position isn't within a house, but rather outside of it. The house linked to this riddle is the Rikugien Garden itself, which means the key to completing this challenge is to get this bell back to the entrance." "Exactly." "It took me over four minutes to reach this point," said Conan who looked down to find the time remaining to them. "We have far less than that." "Then you better hurry," Batman said. "There's no time for further conversation, get out of there." "You won't have to tell me twice." There was nothing more that needed to be said, the task was clear, a race against time to the finish line. …. Gotham With the assistance of Detective Mouri, Nightwing was successful in accomplishing the challenge that had been given to them. Nightwing had since left the GCPD headquarters and was now on his way to Wayne Manor. "I haven't heard from Batman or the Flash, I hope they.." Nightwing paused. "No, they will pull through. There is no doubt about it." Nightwing picked up in speed as he launched himself to another rooftop. Upon touching down he received a call. He came to an immediate stop before taking the call. "This is your captain speaking, how may I help you?" It was Damian. There was a rising rush to be heard within his voice, exhaust even. "Grayson listen, huha.. I know where the Mouri girl is," Damian dispatched in between breaths. "Where are you? Are you close to a computer? I.. I need you to look into something." "Woh, slow down," Nightwing said in response. "Wait.. you know where Ran Mouri is?" "I'll have her to safety in no time," Damian all but confirmed. "That's not what's important, or rather what I need your help with." Nightwing grinned. "You asking for a favor?" "Do you want to catch the Riddler or not?" "What do you need?" "So after determining the connection between the Riddler and Mouri's whereabouts, I was able to pin point both of their locations," Damin explained. "All which I was able to figure from each of the hints and riddles dropped by Nigma." "How do you mean?" "Mirrored misdirection, or in this case, their locations are mirrored of one another, opposites," Damian revealed. "One in the sky, the other by water." "What? Are you certain of this?" "Double provides for a two way route, in turn allowing an additional option. The Riddler was referring to not only Mouri location, but his as well." Damian continued. "Then there is the remark that the Riddler had about the Mouri girl; 'Today she floats a stream of the moment', which to me hints at a lake or river." "That's a bit of a stretch," Nightwing stated. "Are you sure you want to go full force into something without an absolute certainty?" "The magazine Detective Mouri found his daughter the phone hidden between, Travelway. I took the liberty of checking out their website." "And?" "There were ten places that were being heavily promoted on the front page of the site for tourist attractions, and of the ten do you know which place was featured from Tokyo? That would be the Edo River," Damian conveyed. "And you believe that is where Ran Mouri is?" How can you be certain that is where she is and not Riddler?" "Take the time to really think about it Grayson. Nigma needed a way of observing Batman, Kaitou Kid, and Detective Mouri all while this is going down, to make sure they complied with the rules of his game," Damian noted. "What do you think is more convenient for keeping a close eye on someone? From below? Or from above?" "Well, when you put it that way.." "This leads to my next point. Of any day, why did the Riddler choose to spring this game of his tonight? Why not yesterday, why not tomorrow?" "And you have the answer?" "It's simple, opportunity." Nightwing didn't quite follow. "Opportunity?" "The Riddler needed a way of being able to oversee everything going on upon his games beginning. That's why he chose tonight, because this is the night Kaitou Kid was to pull one of his scheduled heists, and everyone knows when Kid is to put on a show there will be lights, cameras, security guards, and above all." Damian paused. "Helicopters." Everything became clear in that one moment. "Nigma high jacked a helicopter, brilliant! That would also explain why you were unable to get a clean lock onto the Riddler's signal earlier," Nightwing realized. "Not only was he on the move, but also a great distance above. Have you relayed any of this to Batman?" "That would be unwise," Damian replied. "I imagine Nigma is keeping close tabs on him and the other two. Any attempt at contacting him about this could result in the Riddler learning that we are aware of his location." "In short taking away the element of surprise in regards to apprehending him," Nightwing said. "So, what exactly is it you need me to look into?" "I have a feeling that there is an odd helicopter among the bunch, possibly one that might not even be authorized to be flying at the moment." "That would be a bullseye for the helicopter the Riddler is occupying," Nightwing stated. "I'm on my way to the cave now, I'll contact Alfred and let him know about the situation. We'll definitely find out which helicopter the Riddler is currently in control of." "I'm holding you to that Grayson." "You just make sure you keep up your end of the deal and bring Ran Mouri home safely," Nightwing countered. "-TT-" With neither having anything else to add the transmission between the two came to an end. Nightwing took a deep breath as he looked to the sky. "And so the final act begins." To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 20 Connecting the Dots The Riddler's voice had come and gone once more. And just like previous attempts Damian had failed to get a distinct lock on the location for where Riddler was broadcasting from. "There must be another way," Damian declared. "This method for trying to track Nigma is proving to be ineffective. I need to find a way to spring him out into the open.. but how?" His entire mindset completely shifted. In his mind taking a proactive approach as opposed to a reactive one would be the fastest way to determining Riddler's location. ….. Hiroshi held the phone close to his ear. He moved back and forth in a secluded area of the gallery. The tune of the ring played clearly in his ear, fading as it had the past four attempts. With no success Hiroshi placed the phone back into his pocket. "Still no luck in getting in contact with him," Hiroshi stated. "Of course not," said Haibara. She did not seem surprised by this development in the least. Hiroshi was curious as to why. "What are you trying to say? That you know why Shinichi hasn't contacted us back?" "I believe I do," replied Haibara. There was an assurance to be heard within her voice. "One of the communicator devices the Riddler spoke of in his initial broadcast, I'm certain Shinichi found the one located here." "You really believe so?" Haibara nodded. "I do." There was no mistaking it. "He must be locked in the challenge Riddler keeps speaking of." "You're right." Hiroshi now felt enlightened. "That in itself would prevent him, or at least keep him from being able to respond at this time." "There's no telling how long this will drag on for." "There must be something we can do to help," Hiroshi said. "There isn't much we can do with the limited information we have," replied Haibara. "For now all we can do is wait." Hiroshi smiled. "He'll pull through. He always does." …. Nightwing placed a hand above his eyes, shielding his view from the brightness of the sun. "What is it to be dark, while also being connected to light? What has a tail, face, and nothing more? Find the grounds that hold the likeness of all sides," spoke Nightwing aloud. "We both agree the location we need to find is in Gotham," radioed Kogoro. "I'm not particularly familiar with Gotham if I am to be honest." "Understandable." "Perhaps you'll be able to determine the location after we have pieced it all together," Kogoro said. "We've already determined the meaning of the riddle at face value, what each element represents." "All that is left to do is apply it to a location we need to find," Nightwing concluded. "Our biggest hint in the riddle is darkness intertwined with light." "How do you figure?" "I see it this way," Kogoro began. "The location we're looking for will be considered in high regard by most, possibly even well known. On the flip side, it will be a place that holds a darker side, something secretive.. something your average tourist would not be aware of." "Tying directly with the yin/yang and two sides of a coin point we agreed on," said Nightwing. "You know, you might just be onto something." "Is there any place in Gotham you can think of that could fall in line with the described?" "Nothing at the top of my head comes to mind," admitted Nightwing. The former boy wonder raised a hand to his chin. He thought hard on the matter. Many possibilities came to mind, all of which lacked a distinctive or notable importance to the city itself. Nightwing was certain whatever it was Riddler was hinting at would be a location of importance. Over four minutes had passed since they last heard from the Riddler, meaning only six minutes remained. "Wherever it is, I better figure it out. Time is fading, and fast." … In another part of Gotham Flash had since stopped running. To decode the mystery was to break it down piece by piece. "My heat runs to serve all. My voice can be heard from behind, from below, even from above. What am I?" The words of the given riddle looped in his mind over and over. "Yo, Flash," Kaitou Kid dispatched. "About the first line of the riddle, what do you think 'heat' is representing in this case?" Flash replied. "I believe the heat in this case is directly referencing the location we need to find," Flash noted. "A location that is seemingly everywhere, that is if we take the riddle at face value." "Runs to serve all." "What was that?" Flash asked. "That is the line directly following the mention of 'heat'," Kaitou Kid responded. "A line which I feel we have overlooked. It could very well be the key to determining where the mystery location is." Flash came to a complete stop in that moment. "There are two parts of that sentence to breakdown." "Runs," Kaitou Kid began. "Run like the wind, as they say." "To serve all," Flash completed. "Runs.. that could very well be implying the location we need to find is possibly one that is moving?" It was now starting to come together. "My voice can be heard from behind, from below, even from above," repeated Flash in reference to the second half of the riddle. "That part of the riddle seems to back that possibility. If you can be heard from below one moment, behind another, and above the next then it would stand to reason the location we're looking for is in fact one that is moving!" "To serve all," said Kaitou Kid. "That's the key to unlocking the what and where. What could it be that is moving that serves all? Any ideas?" Flash's mind ran through several possibilities, all while remembering everything Riddler had said to them in his last message. The speedster's eyes widened after recalling Riddler's closing statement. "I've got it!" exclaimed Flash. Kaitou Kid was pleased to hear this. "Please do share?" "May luck come to your stop," Flash conveyed in response. "That was the last thing the Riddler said before cutting off communication." "I remember?" "What runs to serve all that comes to your stop?" questioned Flash. "The answer, a train." "So the riddle was hinting at a train," Kaitou Kid realized. "Any idea where this supposed train is located?" "The Gotham Rail." Flash was certain of this. "Kaitou Kid, do I have your consent in going to-" "Gotham Rail it is." Nothing more needed to be said. The agreement was clear. Flash took off, wasting not another moment. …. In Japan He stood silently in the west corner of the building he stood atop. How much time had passed since the challenge was issued? Three minutes? Five? The riddles content surfed through his conscious with every passing moment. 'To find me is to pass the hills and bridges. I am a goddess, I am a lord. My beauty mark of 2071 is matched by few. In my heart lies what you seek'. What was it? What grounds held the mystery of the riddle? His thoughts would soon be interrupted. "Knight, can I ask you something?" "What is it?" "2071,what does it mean to you? As I noted earlier, I believe it is hinting at a coordinance to the location we need to find." Batman gave some thought to it himself. "Maybe.." Something hit him in that moment. "That's right." "What's right?" Everything was slowly coming together. "From the beginning the theme of Riddler's game has been a mirrored misdirection and time. This is no different." Conan was curious as to what was meant by this. "I'm open for elaboration." "2071, a mirrored reflection gives us 1702. A number which I believe does not refer to a particular coordinance, but rather time," explained Batman. "Time as in?" "A year," replied Batman. "The year 1702. The location we need to find I believe is tied directly to that year in some important way." "You might be onto something." "To find me is to pass the hills and bridges." "Hills... Bridges." "I am a goddess, I am a lord," Batman continued. "Could it be that the location we seek is viewed in high regard?" "My beauty mark of 2071, or rather 1702 is matched by.. hold on." Conan paused. Had he figured something out? Batman wanted to know. "What is it detective?" "Hills and bridges, a goddess.. a lord. A beauty mark of the year 1702." Conan couldn't be any more certain. "That has to be it, Rikugien Garden!" "Rikugien Garden, established in the Edo Period on the date of 1702," said Batman. "You're more informed than I would have thought." "Rikugien Garden certainly falls in line with all of the details of the riddle." "So, are we in agreement that Rikugien is the location that needs to be investigated?" asked Conan. "You have my permission to proceed." "That's all I needed to hear," said Conan. "Though there is one problem, Rikugien is closed off to the public. Viewing hours are from nine a.m. to five." "And that will stop you from entering?" "Well.. of course not." "Remember, 'In my heart lies what you seek', which means whatever the Riddler wants us to find will be somewhere near the center of the garden." "My thoughts exactly." "One final thing, once you've reached the premises of Rikugien, stay alert," Batman stated. "There's no telling if the Riddler set up any kind of traps. I certainly wouldn't put it past him." "I'll keep that in mind." "We've gone over all necessary details. Now go," Batman instructed. "We have less than seven minutes before the deadline is reached." Nothing more needed to be said. Not wasting another moment Conan leaped aboard his skateboard before soaring off into the direction of Rikugien Garden. ….. Kogoro and Nightwing were the only two who had yet to determine the location for where their riddle was pointing. "What is it to be dark, while also being connected to light? What has a tail, face, and nothing more? Find the grounds that hold the likeness of all sides," Kogoro said aloud. "Come on Hartwell-san, you must have an idea to where the Riddler is referring to?" "Before we can figure that out, we still need to determine what grounds the Riddler is referencing in the riddle," replied Nightwing. "It is clearly something specific. That there is where the problem lies." "How do you mean?" Kogoro asked. "To put it short, there are a number a possibilities," replied Nightwing. "There has to be something.. maybe something Riddler said earlier that could give us a further hint to the location." "Or perhaps you're only focusing on the eye instead of the entire face," replied Kogoro. "Excuse me?" "What I am trying to say is." Kogoro paused. "Perhaps you're looking for a specific detail in a painting, instead of looking at it in its entirety. Maybe the riddle isn't referring to a specific location, but rather Gotham City as a whole?" Nightwing took his words into account. Silence fell between the two for many seconds. "Hey, Hartwell-san," Kogoro radioed. "You still there?" Realization kicked in at that moment. "That's it!" Nightwing chanted. "Detective Mouri, you're a genius!" "I.. I am?" "I now know the location for where the riddle was referring to. I need to get to the Gotham City Police Department," Nightwing conveyed. "Do I have your permission to make my move?" "Wooh woh, slow down," Kogoro said. "Aren't you going to tell me how you got to your conclusion?" "I'll explain in time," Nightwing promised. "Please Mouri, we don't have much time." "You better be right." There was uncertainty heard in his voice. "Is that a yes?" "You have my consent." Nightwing was pleased to hear this. "Cool. I won't let you down. Hartwell out." Kogoro stood in silence in his corner of the rooftop. He looked upward to spot the number of helicopters that continued to search the city. All he could do now was wait. … Where was the Riddler? Where was Ran Mouri? That was the question of the hour, and also his mission to determine. "If I am not able to track the Riddler electronically then I'll have to find another way." How to proceed, that was the question that resided on Damian's mind as he advanced down the street. If he couldn't track the Riddler, then perhaps he could tempt him out of hiding? Something like that would be farfetched. It was now time for a new approach, one that could lead to finding Riddler. "The investigator's daughter." Could it be that Ran Mouri was the key to finding the Riddler? Damian stopped in his tracks. "Sometimes reaching the sought subject is not to take the direct approach," Damian stated. "I want to find Nigma, perhaps if I focus my efforts on finding the girl she'll lead me right to him." Directly following this Damian reached into his pocket, pulling out an electronic device. "Father sent me all the information detailing Mouri's disappearance." He proceeded to turning on the device. "It all began when Nigma visited detective Mouri's office yesterday, presenting himself as a client. He claimed the daughter of his friend, 'Adam', had been kidnapped. He didn't name the kidnapper, simply referring to them as Goliath." He looked over the next line of information. "The silver blade placed into your chest I pull out into creation of Gold. Come tomorrow's fall of dawn the Gold shall flow with waves towards its destination of multiply. Bring to me the Light of whose hands are unclean to which he touches. Midnight's deadline waits at the Eye and Hand overlooking all," Damian read out loud. "That is the riddle that Nigma left with detective Mouri before leaving his agency. The riddle was sealed in a silver envelope, I wonder if there is any significance to that?" There was certainly something to consider in that regard. "Fast forward to a day later, detective Mouri receives a package, one addressed to him from Eddy. No way could he have ever anticipated that the contents inside would feature photos of his own daughter," said Damian. "That marked the reveal behind Eddy's true motive for visiting the Mouri residence. There's also the fact Nigma left Ran's phone for her father to find, at a bust stop under a magazine.." The question arose again, was there any relevance to that fact? Even with all he had, he didn't feel it was enough. It felt as if there were still pieces to the puzzle missing. "There has to be more. There must be something father forgot to mention." In his mind there wasn't enough to build off of. He did the only thing he could think to do in a situation of uncertainty. "Batman?" Damian radioed. Seconds of silence passed before he received a response. "Now isn't the time Robin, I'm in the middle of-" "Father, listen. I'm having troubles locking onto the signal the Riddler is using to broadcast his messages," relayed Damian. "Upon my investigation I have come to find that wherever Nigma is closed up isn't in one particular spot." "On the move?" "That seems to be the case," replied Damian. "Since I have been having troubles, I have since turned my investigation elsewhere. Instead of tracking the Riddler electronically I'm going to try finding him by tracking the girl." "Ran Mouri." "I have looked over all of the information you forwarded to me." "And?" "I don't feel there is enough here to really be able to pin point where the Riddler might have taken her," replied Damian. "We know how Nigma operates, in between conversations he likes to drop subtle hints about the given challenge." "I didn't hear a question?" "In the past twenty minutes or so surely he has graced you with his words of challenge?" Damian asked. "There must be something he said, something that could give us a hint to where he is keeping Mouri?" Batman replied. "Morning, day, and night. Are you able to name three consecutive days without using the words; Sunday, Saturday, Friday, Thursday, Wednesday, Tuesday, or Monday?" Damian was confused by the given. "What?" "Those were Nigma's initial words to me when we first spoke," Batman clarified. "I answered with 'Yesterday, today, and tomorrow." "And his response?" "He said I was wrong," replied Batman. "Whether those words have any bearing to where he is keeping Ran Mouri is another question in itself. At one point I asked the Riddler where he was keeping her, to which he replied by saying it depended on the time." "Time?" "Tomorrow she could be in several places. Today she floats a stream of the moment. Yesterday, you'll have to flip it all around to make any sense of that," Batman ran down. ".. Interesting." "There was one final thing the Riddler said that was rather telling. A single finger? How about two? Double provides for a two way route, in turn allowing an additional option," Batman relayed. "Those were Nigma's words in response to Mouri telling the Riddler not to lay a finger on his daughter." "That would seem to imply something deeper," Damian agreed. "And you're certain there wasn't anything additional that Riddler said that could be looked upon as a riddle to the girl's whereabouts?" "No, there wasn't." Batman was confident in declaring so. "Well in that case, I will commence with my investigation." It was clear what needed to happen next. Their connection seized moments later. Did he now have all of the necessary pieces? If so the only thing that remained, putting the puzzle together. … In Gotham Seconds was all it took for the Flash to make his way to the Gotham Rail. To his surprise there was no one to be found at the station in the waiting room. It was odd, especially given the time of day. He then came to find no staff members present. Was it coincidence? Or had the Riddler set it up to where everything would fall in this order? Wasting no time Flash began searching the area. First was the several chairs and select number of benches. Nothing turned up. He then proceeded to look behind trash cans and search the few flower pots that were present. Again, there was nothing noteworthy that came to eye. It wasn't long after that his wrist communicator began to ring. "Yo Flash," Kaitou Kid radioed. "Have you arrived at the Gotham Rail?" "I have," confirmed Flash. "I've searched the entire area, but.." "You haven't found anything," Kaitou Kid figured. Flash continued to walk in search. "There has to be something, I'm certain the riddle was referring to.. hold on." "What is it?" Kaitou Kid asked. "May luck come to your stop… what if the Riddler was referring to the train itself and not the station?" "You could be right." "Kid. I need you to do me a favor." "I'm all ears Flash-sama," replied Kaitou Kid. "Do you currently have access to something you can use to find out the current train schedule for the Gotham Rail at the east end of the city? Perhaps a mobile device of some kind? If the Riddler is referring to one of the trains, I need to find out which one is linked to the riddle. Also, I want you to look into what could have possibly warranted no one showing up to this train station today. There are no staff members here, nor anyone looking to travel." "Almost sounds like a horror flick. Not to worry," assured the Kid thief. "I have just the thing." "Whatever you're planning, you better make it fast. Every minute that passes brings us one step closer to-" "Twenty seconds," Kaitou Kid declared. "That's all I need." "Counting now," remarked Flash in response. Every passing second felt like two. The tension couldn't be any higher. What would this challenge lead to? Was the train the final stage? "Hey, I've pulled up the Gotham train schedule," Kaitou Kid announced. "That took longer than twenty seconds." "Twenty eight to be exact, but that's beside the point." "So, what are we looking at?" "You're currently at the east Gotham train station. The last train to pass through there was over twenty minutes ago," Kaitou Kid conveyed. "When is the next train scheduled to arrive here?" "There are actually two that will be passing through there in the next forty five minutes," informed Kid. "The first is traveling in from a place called Burnley." "I know of it, that train is traveling from the south region of Gotham. And the second?" "Otisburg," Kaitou Kid replied. "North/West," Flash noted. "Kid, when are each of those trains scheduled to arrive here at the east station?" "The one from Otisburg won't be there for another scheduled forty two minutes." "And the train traveling from Burnley?" "Given the current time." Kaitou Kid paused. "It should be there in less than seven minutes." Flash then checked the timer on the communicator device that continued to clock down. "We also have just under seven minutes before the deadline is reached," Flash noted. "Could it be..?" "Yes." Flash was in full agreement. "The moment that train arrives at this station will mark the end of our time limit." "Then you're going to have to get to that train before it arrives. Is that doable Flash?" "Of course," Flash said as a grin found way to his face. Moving forward Flash dropped down to the tracks below. "Don't forget, I'm the fastest man alive." "I'm going to hold you to that." "Kid, what about the fact that there aren't any staff members working at the station today? Were you able to find anything?" "Whatever is going on in that regard is a mystery," replied Kaitou Kid. "I was unable to find any information concerning that matter using a simple web search. Sorry partner." "Not a big deal, I'll get back to you soon. Flash out." The dynamics of the mission was now clear, board the train before it could arrive at the station. Flash didn't waste a moment. He took off with an explosion of speed. A mere second was all it took before the train came into view. "Here we are." Now within feet of the train Flash launched himself up as he went on to vibrate all of his molecules, allowing him to pass through the outer walls of the train. Once inside his eyes widened. What he came to find was not something he was expecting to. "Empty?" There was not a single person to be found on the train. This was unsettling. "First there was no one present at the east Gotham train station, and now this? This can't be a coincidence." Flash was certain of this. "Is the Riddler behind this?" If so, was it relevant to the challenge? That was something that had to be considered. Instead of choosing to advance Flash activated the communicator device in his ear. "Flash to Justice League, can anyone hear me?" When no one responded he tried for a second time. "This is Flash, does anyone-" "No, no, no! Bad Flash! You know that is not how this game works." Flash immediately recognized the voice. "Riddler." "You know the rules, you can't reach out to anyone in this game outside of your chosen shepherd," Riddler reminded. "Unless.. unless you would like to use a certain card? Service card number one?" The Riddler chuckled at the thought of it. "You blocked my signal," Flash stated. "Not so much blocked as intercepted," Riddler corrected. Anticipation began to boil in his voice. "Let's not beat around the bush Flash. What is your decision? Will you use a service card or will you opt not to?" Should he use a service card? Flash was still uncertain of why no one was at the train station, nor why no one was aboard this train. There had to be some significance to this, right? Was the wager of losing time worth it? Flash's fists tightened, knowing whatever he was to decide needed to happen soon, they were losing time with every moment that passed. "Riddler, I.. I have decided I would like to use service card one," Flash hesitantly conveyed. Riddler was intrigued. "Is that your final answer? You haven't forgotten service card number one decreases your time by five minutes?" "A minute is all I need," replied Flash with a bold of confidence. "Very well." Riddler found himself humored with the decision "You're remaining time drops from six minutes and twenty two seconds, to only a minute and.. now twenty seconds. Good luck, contestant." The train immediately increased in speed, confirming that when this train reached the station his time would be up. Flash wasted no time in trying to make the desired call. "Flash to Justice League, this is an emergency." A few silent filled seconds passed before the voice of another was heard. "Loud and clear Flash, Cyborg here." Flash sighed in relief. "Couldn't have hoped for anyone better." "What seems to be the problem?" Cyborg enquired. "I don't have time to explain at the moment, I will when I get the chance. Right now there's something I need you to look into for me," Flash said. "There's a situation I'm caught up in here in Gotham City." "Gotham?" Cyborg questioned. "Sounds like something you should take up with Batm-" "Batman has his hands full at the moment, to put it simply," Flash informed. "We're both tangled in a dance if you will, but that's beside the point." It was clear they were dealing with some kind of disturbance. Knowing this Cyborg jumped straight to the point. "How can I be of assistance?" "The train station located in east Gotham, there was no one there when I just departed. There was no one in the waiting area, not even any staff members working the counter. It was almost as if the place had completely been abandoned." "That certainly is strange." "There is also a train that departed from Burnly Gotham which I have just boarded that is en route to the East Gotham train station. Like the station, this train is empty." "And let me guess, you want me to look into what could be the cause?" "I'd sure appreciate it," Flash replied. "You can count on me," Cyborg said in response. "It'll only take me a minute." "We don't have a minute." Cyborg could hear the urgency in his voice. "Give me twenty five seconds." "I'll be here." Conversation seized. What was to happen next was clear in his mind. "It's time to search this train." If this was truly the location that the riddle was referring to, then there would have to be something on board for him to find? Flash began his journey down the aisle of the train, looking from one side of the train to the other as he did. It wasn't until he made it halfway through that he caught eye of something sitting in one of the empty seats. "What's that?" Stepping toward the left Flash came upon a brief case. "Did someone accidently leave this behind, or could it be..?" There was only one way to find out. Leaning forward Flash reached for the silver colored briefcase. Now in hand he flipped it over to the other side to bring eye to a green colored question mark. "The Riddler," murmured Flash. This briefcase was clearly meant for him to find. What was inside was anyone's guess. He began to open it. His heart was now racing. In the matter of a second he pulled it open. What he came to find left him speechless. "Is this.. is this a detonator?" …. Somewhere else in Gotham Its words played through his mind several times over. 'What is it to be dark, while also being connected to light? What has a tail, face, and nothing more? Find the grounds that hold the likeness of all sides'. What was the answer to the riddle? It was now as clear as the sun gazing on from far above. Closing in on the edge of the building Nightwing picked up in speed as he prepared to launch himself to the next. "The GCPD headquarters, of course," Nightwing thought to himself. "It's not the headquarters itself the Riddler was pointing to in the riddle, but rather what resides on top of it." Nightwing went airborne, swiftly touching down to the next building. Raising his arm he checked the wrist communicator to find that exactly five minutes remained before the deadline would be reached. "There's no doubt about it, what the Riddler was referring to in the riddle is the bat signal." Nightwing was positive of this. "Being connected to light, while also the dark. Light is what the signal represents, symbolizes.. one bedded in the darkness and secrets of this city." Nightwing took aim with grappler as he looked to latch onto a building across the way. "The grounds that hold the likeness of all, I see it now; it was never referring to a specific location. No, the riddle was referring to the entire city." Nightwing took flight, swinging to the top of another rooftop. "In a way the bat signal represents what Gotham is, a never ending shift in balance between good and evil. Riddler must view Gotham in that light." Nightwing placed a hand above his eyes to block the view of the sun. "There," Nightwing pointed. "The GCPD headquarters is now in view." It was after speaking this that his wrist communicator began vibrating. Nightwing activated the moment it did. "This is everyone's favorite sheep speaking, how may I be of service?" "Hartwell-san, are you almost at the headquarters you spoke of?" Kogoro asked. "Roger that cap'n, it's in view now," informed Nightwing. "I'll be there in no time." Kogoro was relieved to hear this. "So you get to that police headquarters, what happens next?" "We'll just have to wait and see," Nightwing replied before dropping off from the edge of the building. Now in free fall he tightly gripped his hook-line as he proceeded to take aim. "Perfect." Once more he used the grappler to propel himself onward, welcoming the cooling wall of air that blew in defiance of his path. With one final swing Nightwing soared onto the top of the police headquarters. "Detective," Nightwing radioed. "I'm in position." "Good to know we're making some progress," replied Kogoro. "So tell me, what are you seeing? What exactly is there that lead you to believe that is the location the Riddler was referring to in our written challenge?" "Gimmie a sec. I'll know for sure after I check something out." Nightwing's attention fell to what stood on the opposite end of the roof. "Now for the moment of truth." Nightwing hurried along, knowing every coming second was just as important as the last. The bat signal was reached in short time. It was here that he came to have his hunch completely rewarded. "I knew it!" There sitting atop the signal itself was a small silver colored notepad, one which had a green question mark attached to the center. "Detective Mouri, we've got something." "What is it?" Kogoro was anxious to know. Nightwing reached forward. Now with the notepad in hand he responded. "Why don't we find out?" …. Back in Japan All the pieces he needed were now in hand. The only thing that remained was to put it all together. "This will be a piece of cake," Damian declared. There were two things he needed to determine, the Riddler's location, and the whereabouts of Ran Mouri. "I doubt Nigma has the girl with him. He wouldn't make it that easy." The question now became who to track first? Could their locations be connected in some way? That was something else he had yet to confirm. "There is one line in particular that has sparked my interest. 'Come tomorrow's fall of dawn the Gold shall flow with waves towards its destination of multiply'." Damian thought long and hard on that particular line. "If we are to believe that the Riddler is truly on the move, could this perhaps be a hint to where he is going?" It was certainly a mystery. His mind then reverted to something else of notability. "A single finger? How about two? Double provides for a two way route, in turn allowing an additional option." Those words that had been relayed from Batman played back in his mind several times over. "That could also be something the Riddler said as a means of giving a hint of his or Mouri's location. Could it be tied to the riddle in some way?" He began walking once again. "Morning, day, and night.. the two main themes of Nigma's challenge is misdirection and time," Damian noted. He took some time to consider both elements. "Could it be that they're intertwined somehow? Maybe the Riddler and Mouri's location are dependent on what the time is. Then there's the mirrored meanings behind the majority of the riddles that have come our way thus far. Is it a possibility Nigma and Ran's current locations mirror one another?" It was a stretch, the possibility was certainly there. Damian's mind then channeled to something else the Riddler had said to Batman. "Tomorrow she could be in several places. Today she floats a stream of the moment. Yesterday, you'll have to flip it all around to make any sense of that." What was the meaning behind his words? Had the Riddler been speaking in literal terms, or were his words of symbolic meaning? That was something else Damian felt he needed to figure out. "One could argue that I have everything I need to track the Riddler. Why then does it feel like there is still something I am missing?" ….. Several blocks away Luckily for Conan the Rikugien Garden was only a couple blocks away from where he had been prior to the made deduction. "Shinichi, are you almost there?" Batman asked. "Rikugien is now in view," Conan confirmed. "Remember, you need to get to the center of the exhibit," Batman reminded. "Whatever the Riddler wants us to find will be there somewhere." "Loud and clear." The entrance to the garden itself was closed off as expected. This presented a problem. "How am I supposed to get in?" Upon reaching the towering doors blocking his path Conan came to a complete stop. How was he to get in? As that thought ran through his mind something caught his attention. "Huh? What's that?" Stepping away from his skate board Conan walked toward the entrance doors. There pinned on the center was a silver envelope with a green question mark on it. There was no mistaking it, this was left here for him to find. Grabbing hold of the envelope Conan ripped it open to find a note inside which he read out loud. "Ding, dong." The moments those words were spoken the doors to the garden began to slowly open. Conan took a step back. "Is someone there?" The doors came to a stop soon after. Now with an opening Conan stepped forward, pressing on with caution. Once past the doors he came to find there was no one there. How did the doors open without someone doing it? He was now more alert than ever. Now in the premises of Rikugien Garden, Conan held the voice changing bowtie over his lips before reporting his progress. "I'm in." "Don't forget what we discussed. Stay alert." "Right. There's no telling what the Riddler has in store." "You better get moving. Five minutes give or take before the deadline is reached." Conan understood that fact just as well. He moved forward, stopping after hearing the swing of a tree branch off to the right. "Anybody there?" The only response that came was that of a cool breeze brushing pass the side of his face. "It.. it was just the wind." Conan turned on the flash light attached to his watch. Given the time of day, he was going to need it to keep a clear path. He couldn't help but wonder about the circumstances of the others taking part in this challenge. "I wonder how Kid and the old man are faring. No way any of us will be able to live this down if we fail." By the second Conan made his way deeper and deeper into the exhibit. He marveled at the beautiful sights of the many different trees, looking on in awe at the view of the moons ray tracing the tops of the lake. Without even realizing he became lost within the moment. It was the ring of the communicator that jarred him back into the game. "Shinichi, where are you now?" Conan stopped before flashing his light to observe the surrounding area. Now with the bowtie in position he spoke. "I can't say for sure." "There is something I wanted to address, what we need to address." Batman's words came as a bit of a surprise. "And what might that be?" "The last line of our given riddle; In my heart lies what you seek," Batman noted. "We both came to an agreement that the heart is the center of the garden." "Yes." "There is just one thing wrong with that idea," Batman said. "What does the Riddler consider to be the starting and ending point of the Rikugien?" Conan didn't quite follow. "What are you trying to say?" "Since we last spoke I have since looked over a map of Rikugien Garden," Batman relayed. "Depending on what side of the perimeter you're looking at, the center of Rikugien varies." His point was now clear. "I see. So the center of Rikugien Garden is dependent on what one would consider the face of Rikugien." "And given that we don't know what that would be in Riddler's mind-" "In my heart lies what you seek must be referring to something other than the center of the garden," Conan realized. "Exactly," Batman said. "We need to figure out what that is." "And fast, we have less than.." Conn abruptly stopped. "What is wrong?" "That's it!" stated Conan. "Tell me?" Conan did just that. "Outside of the garden itself Rikugien is also widely known for the Green Matcha Tea that gets served here." "Where?" "A tea house," Conan replied as he spun his head toward the right. "The shop itself is about two minutes from here. Do I have your permission to-" "We don't have time to debate otherwise. Go," Batman said voicing his acceptance. "Loud and clear." And with that Conan took off. Could it be? Was the tea house where the challenges end awaited? He would soon find out. To Be Continued

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 19 Ding! It Begins Relaying an understanding, that is what Batman hoped to accomplish with his words. Time was of the essence, there was not a second to spare in his mind. "So essentially the Riddler's ultimate goal isn't something he seeks to obtain, but rather a thrill of a challenge? One in which he hopes to prove his superiority over all involved?" "In short, yes," Batman confirmed. Shinichi was now beginning to gain an understanding for the man whom they now faced. "There's something I want to ask you." ".. What is it?" "Of us all you're the most familiar with the Riddler," Shinichi noted. "Then you must have an idea for where he is right?" "I don't," Batman responded. "At least not yet. Finding the Riddler's location is part of the game in his eyes." "Go figure." "While I may not know the exact location, I know he's near." Batman was certain of this. "He'll be watching us all closely." "One does have to question though." "What's that?" "The whole plot to get the three of you together, setting up the broadcasts to where he can't immediately be pin pointed, the setup of the explosives even," Shinichi ran down. "What of it?" "Just how much time did the Riddler have to put all of this into motion?" Shinich wondered. "How long has he been planning the events leading to this night?" "I've found myself questioning the same. But that is not something we should ponder on right now." "You're right," Shinichi agreed. "We need to complete the challenge and find Riddler at all costs." That very fact was something neither could deny. Without either announcing an end to their discussion, all talk seized. Not a second more the sound of someone approaching from his blind side was heard. As expected it was Kaitou Kid and Detective Mouri. "The Riddler said he would be contacting us back within ten minutes," Kaitou Kid reminded. "I thought it be wise if we held one last therapy session before that happens." "…" Kaitou Kid looked him deep in the eyes. "You know this man better than anyone here. Tell us Mr. Batman, what is the Riddler planning to have us do?" Staring back into his eyes with just as much intent Batman responded. "I don't know." ….. On the streets below A pickup truck trailed by, following in its path was a red colored minivan. Several vehicles came and gone. The question was, which one was Edward Nigma traveling in? That was the task Damian now faced, figuring out just that. "I have to narrow the search down somehow." This would be imperative if he was to find Riddler. "If there's one thing I know about Nigma is that he's bound to drop a riddle about his whereabouts at some point. It's in his blood." That moment the possibility came to mind. What if Riddler had already sent a secret riddle hinting about where he was? Had Damian missed it? "Eventually Nigma will make another announcement, and when he does I'll be sure to close the gap." … Midtown Tower Jack now paced back and forth a distance away from everyone else in the room. He too had listened in on Riddler's broadcast just minutes prior. Several things circulated through his mind at that time. Above all, he had yet to receive word from other members of the Royal Flush Gang concerning their mission. "The timing couldn't have been any less convenient. The riddle man and the bat himself," Jack pondered in thought. "What could have possibly been triggered to bring the both of them here to Tokyo, Japan of all places?" Then there was the fact the Royal Flush Gang had their eyes set on the renowned Kaitou Kid, an interest that was revealed to be shared by the Riddler as well. The circumstances couldn't be any more intriguing in his mind. A ring in his left ear informing him of an incoming call was all it took to scatter his thoughts. "It's me," said Jack who took the immediate call. "There has been a change in plans," Queen spoke from the opposite end. Jack grinned. "Oh, please do share." ….. In Gotham Nightwing stood in between two statues overlooking the city as he waited. Placing a hand just above his eyes Nightwing looked into the direction of the sun which was partially covered by a pair of fluffy clouds. He was not used to suiting up this early in the day, but given the circumstances his presence was needed. The sounds of sirens rang loudly from far below, his eyes tracing every patrol car that traveled by. Given the raise in activity within the last ten minutes there was no doubt that Riddler's announcement had set off a trigger of sorts. Through it all there was one question that resided on his mind since all of this had begun, why? What was the point in intertwining Gotham and Tokyo in on his latest scheme? What was the Riddler hoping to accomplish? There was still so much left unanswered. Unexpectedly his ear communicator began to vibrate. Nightwing wasted no time in taking the call. "This is your captain speaking," Nightwing conveyed. "Grayson." "Robin," Nightwing said upon hearing his voice. This came as a surprise. "I take it you were the one to find the Riddler's final communication device?" "I was not," Damian sourly admitted. "What?! Someone found it before you?" This was most unexpected. "If you weren't the one who retrieved it, then who?" "Don't know, don't care." Nightwing grinned. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're a little bitter." "Hmph," grunted Damian. Choosing not to dwell on the topic any further he switched the subject "Listen, there's something important I need to run by you." "Talk to me." "I was able to latch onto Nigma's signal for a short time the last time he broadcasted one of his messages. The problem was even when I did I could not maintain the connection." "What do you mean only for a short time?" "I have a theory," Damian began. "The reason I wasn't able to maintain connection is because Nigma's on the move. He must be broadcasting from a moving vehicle of some kind." "Brilliant," remarked Nightwing. "Any leads to what or where that vehicle might be?" "Not yet," Damian replied. "But that's only part of the reason why I called. I was thinking, what if the signal I've been trying to hone in on is a decoy?" "What are you trying to say?" "Father believes Nigma is stationed here in Tokyo somewhere," Damian noted. "But what if that's what Riddler wants us to believe? And in reality he is in-" "Gotham," Nightwing figured. "So what's your point?" "The next time Nigma makes one of his little announcements I want you to see if you can pin point a potential signal." "Gotcha." Nightwing fully understood. "Have you told Batman about any of this?" "There's no need," Damian replied. "He and I are here, while you're clear across the globe. I can handle things concerning this matter from my end." "Even so, I think it would be best if we let Batman in on this information as well," argued Nightwing. "Perhaps. Robin out." And with that communications were cut. Nightwing gazed down at the roads yet again. With a new knowledge in mind he looked over every passing automobile with a new intent in mind. "Could it be? Could the Riddler really be here in Gotham somewhere?" … Tokyo Batman had since rejoined Kaitou Kid and Kogoro near the center of the rooftop. Kid stared into the distance, taking eye of one of the helicopters that patrolled. "Over seven minutes have passed since the last we heard from our host," Kaitou Kid noted. "It won't be long now." Batman placed a hand on his chin. "Something doesn't make sense." Kogoro looked over at him. "What are you talking about?" "This whole thing, stemming from the beginning when you received that riddle back at your agency. Every riddle leading to this point has had a mirrored or misdirect meaning," Batman ran down. "I don't follow," Kaitou Kid admitted. "What are you getting at?" "The subjects for tonight's show are Tokyo and Gotham, both of which are located on opposite sides of the globe. Riddler made it to where two of us are paired with others located in Gotham," Batman explained. "In simple terms, a mirrored collaboration will be needed in the trials to come." "What's the point you're trying to make?" Kogoro asked. Batman pointed to the black colored device on his wrist. "The person I am linked to is here in Tokyo as well," Batman reminded. "You're right," Kaitou Kid realized. "That doesn't exactly fit the mold." "So what of it?" questioned Kogoro. "Do you think there is more to it? Maybe even some kind of hidden message the Riddler left for us to decode?" "… Maybe." Batman wasn't completely sure himself. This was not a coincidence. Batman knew there was a reason why the Riddler had set things up this way. The question was, why? It fell completely out of line with everything else. No more than ten seconds passed before each of their communicators began to produce a sound of static, followed by a voice all too familiar. "Hello contestants! Sorry to keep you waiting!" "If it isn't the man of the hour," Kaitou Kid remarked. "I know you're all so anxious to get started. So why don't I tell you how this is going to work, aye?" "Let's hear it," Kogoro said. "This is how it's going to be, so strap those handy listening caps on tightly," Riddler stated. With that he began. "The trio of chosen ones will act as a voice, one which contributes to the actions of their very own extensions." "And that's supposed to mean what exactly?" questioned Kaitou Kid. "Another riddle, wonderful," Flash commented from his end. "Oh, but it's not. I'm being clear as a hawk overseeing the stream of a river," Riddler said in response. "Well forgive us for not understanding your delivered clarity," Kogoro stated. "Why don't you elaborate for us all?" "The trio of chosen, Riddler is clearly referring to us," Batman said looking over the two who stood next to him. "We'll act as a voice that will contribute to the actions of our named extensions. The extensions being the three other participants linked to us through our communicators." "And the detective does it again!" shouted Riddler with glee. "I don't quite get it," Kaitou Kid admitted. "The whole bit about our voices contributing to the actions of the people we're paired with." "Allow me," said Riddler who was hoping to bring clarification for all who were uncertain. "Magician, Investigator, and Knight, your roles are simple. For this challenge the three of you will remain on the roof you stand upon now." This was unexpected. "What's that?" "It is as I said Kid Thief. You along with the other two who make up the three shepereds will remain where you are," Riddler reiterated. "Each of you will stand in separate corners of that roof. You the magician have been assigned the south corner, investigator the east, while the west corner of that building falls to the knight himself." "He's still choosing not to address them by name," Shinichi noted in mind. "Is there a reason for that?" "What about the north corner?" Kogoro asked. "Why.. what a marvelous question!" Riddler exclaimed. "But one must ask. Does the emptiness of the north corner hold any significance? Or is it nothing more than a flash in the pan?" "Well?" The tone in Riddlers voice changed. "Well investigator, that is for you to determine." "What about the rest of us?" Flash questioned. "So is our role simply doing what we're told by-" "Slow down Flash," Riddler interrupted. "Relax yourself. I was just about to get to that. Here's how it is going to work. Each of you as a pair will be given a separate challenge. One piece to a larger puzzle." "Sounds like fun," Kaitou Kid said. "I noted before Kid thief you and the two standing before you are the shepherds. Which now brings us to the sheep," Riddler said. "The sheep?" Flash questioned. "That's right Flash," Riddler said in response. "You along with our two other guest entrants are the sheep." "Not sure how I feel about that," Nightwing said. "We're the shepherd, they're the sheep." Kogoro gathered that much. "What's it supposed to mean?" "Come on. Surely the great detective of Japan can figure that out," Riddler stated. "Set the shepherd to round up the sheep," Kaitou Kid remarked. "I think I get it Riddler-guy. Like a shepherd rounding up a herd of sheep to wherever they choose, similar will apply here with our communicate mates we've been linked to." "Perhaps you aren't overrated after all," confirmed Riddler. "Furthermore the sheep also have a say in what happens as well. We'll call it a collaboration of ears and eyes. A challenge cannot be successfully completed without the efforts of both parties involved. However, a sheep may not under any condition act on their own will or hunch without the direct order or approval of the shepherd." "Loud and clear." "Now unless any of you have anything additional to inquire, shall we begin?" When no one responded the Riddler continued. "Alright shepherds, I'm going to ask that you all take to your assigned corners." It was now time. Batman looked to the two standing beside him for a final time. "Remember what we discussed." Kogoro nodded while Kaitou Kid proceeded to give him the thumbs up. Kaitou Kid quickly made his way to the south corner of the roof, while Kogoro walked toward the east. This left Batman who capped it off by finding position in the west corner. The question now became, what was going to happen next? Of the three proclaimed shepherds, Kogoro was the first to receive a call. "Hello investigator, to you as well former sheep wonder," dispatched Riddler. "You two will be the first." Kogoro clutched his fists while doing his best to hold in all emotion. "Let's hear it. What's the challenge?" Riddler replied. "What is it to be dark, while also being connected to light? What has a tail, face, and nothing more? Find the grounds that hold the likeness of all sides." "What? I don't understand." "Your challenge is set. I will now start the ten minute countdown." Riddler chuckled. "Good luck, Mouri." … Gotham City Flash now stood in the confines of a narrow ally leaned against a stone wall. He eased forward after hearing the approach of someone who happened to be passing by. "Little bit early for Halloween wouldn't you say?" a man in a purple colored cap questioned before moving on. Not long after the civilian's departure, the communicator on Flash's wrist began to ring, the sound of the Riddler's voice was heard soon after. "Arguably the greatest thief alive and the fastest man alive," Riddler stated. "What a promising combination." Flash was ready to begin. "So, what do you have in line for us?" "My heat runs to serve all. My voice can be heard from behind, from below, even from above," the Riddler conveyed. "Who am I?" "I don't get it," said Kaitou Kid. "What's the challenge?" "My dear lad, it has been given," Riddler replied. "Your ten minute countdown begins now. May luck come to your stop." The transmission between the three ended in that moment. … Tokyo, Japan Batman stood with his left foot pinned atop the edge of the building. He waited patiently for the call he knew would soon come. Everything he had learned to this point, every word that Riddler spoke played back in his mind. The ringing tune of the communicator came soon as expected. "Well, well. Saving the best for last," Riddler said. "Tell me Dark Knight, wouldn't you say this is a great night to finally surcome to the fact that I am better than you in all forms of the imagination?" "What's the challenge Nigma?" asked Batman getting straight to the point. "Skipping the tease of a tasty appetizer to move onto the main course," Riddler remarked. "I had not realized you were so desperate to bring about your defeat." Riddler wanted nothing more than to push him to the edge of brink. When Batman didn't respond Riddler continued. "Very well, here is a map to the location for where your first challenge will begin," said Riddler. "To find me is to pass the hills and bridges. I am a goddess, I am a lord. My beauty mark of 2071 is matched by few. In my heart lies what you seek." Batman cemented every spoken word. "Your move, detective," Riddler conveyed. "Oh, and did I mention you only have ten minutes to complete the task? If you fail, kaboom! I get to set off one of those marvelous explosives! Now let the world truly see whom is the best." Feeling his point had been made Riddler cut off communication. All three challenges were now underway. The only question that remained, would they succeed? … The Streets Below The search to find the Riddler was now in full force. It wasn't just the occasional patrol car that drove past. Now walking the sidewalks was an increased number of police officers. "They'll stop at nothing to find him." There was no doubt about that. The same was felt by Damian who patiently awaited Riddler's next broadcast. There wasn't much he could do until then. Damian looked into the direction of a large screen TV attached to the side of a building. "What's taking you Nigma?" Not soon after speaking those words the Riddler's face reappeared on many televisions throughout the city. "Ladies.. gentlemen, the game has now begun!" Riddler announced. The opportunity had now come. "Now's my chance," Damian said. As he had before, Damian attempted to lock onto the signal being emitted. "The hour to come will bring not only the greatest tension these two great cities have ever experienced as one, but an unmatched excitement!" Riddler truly believed this in his mind. "Listen on as I bring you live updates on the progress of our contestants." The hunt was now on, on more fronts than one. Damian began to walk once again as he tried to lock onto the signal once again. His objective was clear. Find the Riddler. ….. On the rooftop "What is it to be dark, while also being connected to light? What has a tail, face, and nothing more? Find the grounds that hold the likeness of all sides." Kogoro spoke the riddle given to them word for word. "But what does it mean?" "It's clearly hinting at a location. Wherever it is, we have less than nine minutes to figure that out," dispatched Nightwing. "I never did catch your name. Who are you anyway?" Kogoro asked. "Oh me," Nightwing laughed lightly as he thought of something on the fly. "Detective. Call me Detective Hartwell." "Just my luck huh? It's fortunate another detective found the communicator linked to my own," Kogoro said. "Who do you work for anyway?" "Private Eye for the GCPD. But that beside the point," said Nightwing. "Trading information about our employers isn't going to solve the challenge that has been presented to us." "You're right, my apologies. So tell me, what are your thoughts on the challenge Hartwell-san?" "There are three separate parts to the riddle," Nightwing noted. "The first thing we need to determine how each are linked together." "What has a tail, face, and nothing more? That is the center piece of the riddle," Kogoro pointed out. "I believe what is being referred to is two sides to a coin." "Agreed." "Further reinforcing this; what is it to be dark, while also being connected to light? Yin and Yang, light in the presence of darkness," Kogoro continued. "Two interconnected forces of dualities, same as that of two sides of a coin. Separate, yet as one." "You live up to your name Sleeping Kogoro," Nightwing complimented. "So you have heard of me?" "Find the grounds that hold the likeness of all sides. That's the part of the riddle that is still unanswered," Nightwing said. "I believe this also to be the part hinting at the location we need to find. Given that you're the shepherd and I'm the sheep, I think it's safe to assume the place of interest is somewhere in Gotham." "If that's the case, we better get started," Kogoro shed an eye over his watch.. "We only have eight minutes left before our given deadline." … Gotham City Since their challenge had been given to them Flash now ran up and down the streets, trying to pin point anything that could be related to the riddle that had been relayed to them. "Anything yet?" Kaitou Kid radioed. "Nothing in particular," replied Flash who zipped past a pickup truck. "My heat runs to serve all. My voice can be heard from behind, from below, even from above. What am I?" Kaitou Kid said in reference to the riddle. "I don't know about you, but it almost sounds like this riddle is hinting at some kind of entity that is, well.. everywhere." "That's what it sounds like," agreed Flash who looked from left to right as he continued to run. "But what could it possibly be?" Flash stopped after reaching a light pole. He placed a hand over his eyes to block out the brightness of the sun as he peered across the road. "Any ideas?" "I've circled the entire city five times in all in the past half-minute, I have not a clue as to what the riddle is hinting at," Flash admitted. "We better figure it out soon," Kaitou Kid said. "Because if we don't, lives will be lost." That was the frustrating part. "Yes.. I know." ….. Tokyo, Japan After finding a secluded spot behind a phone booth Conan finally stopped. Holding the voice altering bowtie in hand he proceeded to speak. "Sorry about that, had a run in with a couple who needed directions to the local hair salon. What do you say we crack this thing now?" "To find me is to pass the hills and bridges. I am a goddess, I am a lord. My beauty mark of 2071 is matched by few. In my heart lies what you seek," Batman ran down. "That is the riddle given to us in full." "The last line of the riddle holds the least importance to figuring out where the hidden location is," Conan voiced. "In my heart lies what you seek. I believe once we determine the location, that final piece will come into play later in the challenge." "On the flip side the portion of the riddle that read; 'My beauty mark of 2071 is matched by few', could be the most telling," Batman believed. "Beauty and 2071 being the key components." Conan couldn't agree anymore. "The question is, what do they represent? Beauty mark.. could it be referring to a land mark considered in high regard?" several possibilities ran through his mind. "Then there is 2071. Is it hinting at a coordinance perhaps? Time even?" "Riddler also mentioned a goddess, a lord," Batman reminded. "To have an audience with the spoken is to first bypass the hills and bridges. Everything is closely tied together in some coordinated way." Conan leaned his head against the glass wall of the phone booth as he looked up at the night sky as if to look for an answer he knew would not come. "Whatever it is, we have less than ten minutes to find out. People's lives are depending on us." The pressure was now on. It was now time to deliver. To Be Continued

Chapter 18 Stage Set Had someone other than Robin truly found the final communicator? This was certainly an unexpected turn of events. Detective.. Kudo, Shinichi. The name played back in his mind several times over. Batman was certain he had not heard the name prior to this moment. The question now became; 'Who is Shinichi Kudo?' His inner thoughts would however be cut off by an all too familiar voice. "Well, well, well. It would seem everyone is connected. Stage one complete!" Riddler radioed. "I just know you're all so, so anxious for the real challenge to begin, yes?" When no one responded Riddler laughed. "Speechless with anticipation no doubt," Riddler concluded. "A shared sentiment, if I should say so myself. All will be well once the world opens its eyes to the true, unchallengeable, undisputed, greatest mind on this planet." "If you're done with the self-gratifying speech of yours, I wouldn't be alone in saying that we would all like to hear the details of this challenge of yours," Flash dispatched from his end. "Patience, that will come soon enough," Riddler assured. "But first, there's an announcement I need to make to the audience. Stay tuned!" Those final words brought the end of the transmission. "What an interesting character, this Riddler," Kaitou Kid remarked. "Now what?" questioned Kogoro. Not a moment later a vibration came to Batman's ear, alerting him of an incoming call. This prompted him to stray away from the pair once again. Seeing this Kogoro crossed his arms across his chest. "And once again our bat friend here chooses to stroll off." "I'm sure he has his reasons," Kaitou Kid said in response. Once Batman was a safe distance away from the pair he took the call. "Father, we have a problem," Damian radioed. "I retrieved the outer case but I didn't find the-" "Robin, listen," Batman said cutting in. "Riddler's final communicator has already been found by someone else." Damian could believe it. "What?! By whom?!" "That is unimportant, there is something else I need you to do," Batman responded. "We have until midnight, so listen up. Wherever the Riddler is, I imagine he is somewhere in this city." "And you want me to try and pin point his location?" "Exactly." "How can we be sure that he is here?" Damian questioned. "I spoke with Pennyworth a short time ago. I know the Riddler has implemented Gotham into this game of his as well. Who is to say he isn't there?" "Riddler's main draw is on Detective Mouri, Kaitou Kid, and myself," Batman reminded. "He'll want to be as close to his subjects as possible." "So, how am I supposed to find him?" Damian questioned. "I've not a clue to where he could be." "You'll have to try tracking him with the very thing he has provided." Damian instantly realized what he meant. "We can track him through the broadcasts he's no doubt going to continue to make. There must be a signal I can latch onto." "Riddler won't make it simple task." Damian huffed with confidence. "We wouldn't want to make it too easy." "The Riddler will make his next announcement soon," Batman conveyed. "I have no doubt law enforcement will try to locate the Riddler as well. It's a race against time from here." "I welcome the pressure." "Robin, there is something else." "And what might that be?" "As leverage and a means of getting detective Mouri to agree to his terms of participating Nigma has taken Ran Mouri hostage, Kogoro's daughter," Batman informed. "Her whereabouts are unknown." Damian knew exactly where this was going. "And let me guess, you want me to find her?" "As far as I know Riddler isn't aware you have traveled here as well," Batman stated. "That's one of the few advantages we have." "Every great player has a hidden trump card," said Damian putting it into perspective. "But even so, how am I supposed to find this girl? I have nothing to go off of." "I've been building a case since the moment I learned of her disappearance," informed Batman. "I'm forwarding all necessary information to you now. Ran is depending on you. Tokyo and Gotham are depending on you." "I'll find the girl and have Nigma in a straitjacket behind bars before night's end," Damian declared. "Robin out." Batman drew focus back to the two on the rooftop along with himself. The question that couldn't be avoided came to mind. Were they ready? Would they be able to handle everything the Riddler is about to throw their way? Knowing Nightwing, his own protégé and the Flash would be assisting them through communication helped to ease uncertainty. Then there was this detective Shinichi Kudo, who was he exactly? Given the circumstances now was not the time to investigate him. There was one focus, and one focus only, the Riddler. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I return to you with a highly anticipated update!" Riddler's broadcast had begun once again. Kogoro, Kaitou Kid, and Batman listened closely. They knew any word to be spoken could be a hint to something larger. "The final three communicators have been found and activated, which means I won't detonate one of the six explosives that remain. Fortunately for all of you, the trial will proceed without any casualties." "I'm getting tired of hearing his voice," Kogoro spat. "You all are probably asking.. Riddler, what is this trial you speak of? Well, that is simple," Riddler said. "All three selected contestants will be given a single timed challenge, assisted by the people who recovered the three additional communicators. Of course if they are unable to complete the given challenges within the required time I will set off an explosion. However if they are to succeed, no such event will occur." "That certainly sets the stakes," Kaitou Kid said. "Oh, and did I mention the next explosions to go off will be front and center?!" Kaitou Kid gulped. "I'm not so sure I like the sound of that." "Citizens of Gotham and Tokyo, I'm afraid I must clock out once again. But I must ask that you refrain from leaving your seats," Riddler dispensed to all. "For I will return shortly. And with that I will bring play by play coverage for each of our three contestants. Until then.. ladies and gentlemen." This brought an end to the Riddler's broadcast for a second time. "What now?" questioned Kaitou Kid. Batman responded. "We wait." "Wait for what?! I see no point in sitting around here," Kogoro stated. "Didn't you hear? He plans on setting off more explosives!" "I won't let that happen." Kogoro laughed at the given declaration. "Oh yah? And how can you be so sure about that?" "The Riddler is a lot of things, one is that he is a man of his word," Batman stated. "If we successfully complete Nigma's challenges within his given time frame he won't set off the bombs." "What about my daughter?" Kogoro asked. There was a bitterness to be heard in his voice. "Will she be released as well?" All fell to a dead silence. With the games fast approach there was still much left unanswered. …. Back in the Midtown Tower Damian had since returned to the tower where he began the process of attempting to track the Riddler's signal after the second broadcast occurred. "The moment his announcement ended the signal fell completely blank," Damian took note of. "No matter, I have no doubt Riddler will return with another video soon. The man just can't seem to get enough of himself." Damian directed his attention to center room. Gathered around Jirokichi Suzuki were several security guards. As expected they too were trying to detect the location for where the Riddler was broadcasting from. Either way, Damian wasn't about to leave it to them to get the job done. His mission was set, it was time to deliver. "Doubtful Nigma is hanging around here somewhere, but it is still a possibility." The thought of it slid through Damian's mind as he scanned the room full of people. "For all we know the live footage that was just played could have been a pre-recording." Moving from his position in the corner he had been standing most of the evening Damian advanced forward. As he moved along he took eye to all who stood in attendance. It didn't take long for him to conclude that the Riddler was not present. "It's time to widen the search." In that moment Damian decided it was now time to make his exit. "It's unlikely Nigma has stationed himself in this building. I'd be better served looking elsewhere." The question now became, where? Where was the Riddler now? "Damian-Kun!" Hearing his name called Damian turned just in time to see someone approaching. "It's that girl." "I thought you left already," Ayumi said after stopping in front of him. "I departed for a short time, yes. Where is your friend with the glasses, Conan? I saw him leave earlier; he looked to be in a hurry?" Damian was moderately interested in knowing. "As far as I can tell he has yet to return." "I don't know where he is," replied Ayumi. "One second he was with the rest of us. Then we saw that man with the green suit on the TV, and then Conan just-" "Left," Damian completed. Ayumi nodded. "Mmhum." "I see." Was there something to this? No, there couldn't be. Conan was just a kid. Surely he wasn't onto something? There was now a worried look to be found on Ayumi's face. "Why did you ask? Do you think something bad happened?" Damian looked away. "That's not what I was implying." Both Genta and Mitsuhiko joined the two after spotting them. "I didn't know you were still here," said Mitsuhiko. "Why wouldn't I be?" Damian questioned. "As I told you when you first arrived, I'm here on behalf of my father. But in light of what has happened my presence is needed elsewhere." "You're leaving?" asked Genta. Damian began walking once again. "For the time being, yes." With that he was on his way. "Guys, Conan has not come back yet," Ayumi said. "It has been awhile since he left." "Over ten minutes," said Mitsuhiko who looked down at his watch. "I thought he would have come back already." "Maybe he's looking at the art in the hall like he was before," Genta said. Mitsuhiko pulled out his phone. "I'll call him right now." After the number was dialed he raised the phone to his right ear. Many seconds went by. "Well?" questioned Genta. Lowering the phone back to his side Mitsuhiko shook his head. "I didn't get an answer," Mitsuhiko reported. "Do.. do you think something happened to him?" Ayumi fretted. "I wouldn't worry," said Genta assured. "I bet he'll turn up any time now." "Maybe so," agreed Mitsuhiko. "Though it does beg the question, where is he?" …. Back on the roof One minute passed, then two. How much longer until Riddler's challenge would begin? Kaitou Kid looked up toward the sky to see a number of helicopters still in search of him. "Relentless as always," Kaitou Kid noted. "Even with the circumstances as they are now they're still attempting to locate me." "Hmph. Why wouldn't they?" Kogoro questioned. "You're a highly wanted criminal; they won't stop until you're caught." "Maybe so," Kaitou Kid admitted. "Even still, you would think a man threatening to set off explosives in the city would have completely diverted their attention elsewhere for the time being." "Who's to say that isn't the case?" Batman stated. Kaitou Kid looked over at him. "What's that?" "The Riddler showed to everyone his face," reminded Batman. "It could well be that they are searching for Nigma now." "You know.. you could be right." At long last the moment they all had been waiting for finally came. Each of their communicator devices vibrated before hearing his voice. "Are you all excited? You should be," Riddler spoke. "Can't you feel it? That taste of accomplishment.. victory?" "Gee, the amount this guy self boasts makes a broken record seem like a speechless pineapple in comparison," Kaitou Kid thought to himself. "Riddler, my daughter," Kogoro began. "If we successfully win this game of yours, will Ran be set free?" "What is it called when something isn't atop, within, or below a presented subject?" replied Riddler with another riddle to deliver. "I'm not playing games with you!" Kogoro snapped. "That answer is the incorrect," conveyed Riddler in return. "Answer the damn question!" Kogoro fired back Riddler chuckled. "Oh, but I already have." Kogoro was now more impatient than ever. "No! All you gave was another one of your twisted ridd-" Kogoro would be cut off before his thoughts could be finished. "What's not atop, within, or below a presented subject," Batman repeated. Kogoro looked over at him questioningly. "What of it?" "Atop, within, and below are all one in the same," Batman explained. "They are the subject, or in other terms object of reference." "I don't get it," admitted Kogoro. "What are you trying to say?" "It is simple detective Mouri," replied Batman. "When something isn't part of an object, it is on the outside. Putting that into terms to what you asked the Riddler concerning your daughter, the answer is no. Her fate is not part of this challenge's wager." "Bingo! The bat knight nails it again!" confirmed Riddler. Kogoro was now furious. "Then what is the whole point of this game if I can't-" "Patience, investigator," interjected Riddler. "You will have a chance to determine your daughter's fate. But first, you must prove you are worthy of such a granted opportunity." Kogoro gritted his teeth. "You disgust me! You hear?!" Riddler chuckled. "Your words plant a blade to my chest. Never the less, why don't I start off by giving you the rules of the game, yes?" "Bout time," Kaitou Kid said planting his left fist into his right palm. "Finally, the part we have all been waiting for." "Rule number one; the person linked to you is the only person you are allowed to collaborate with in between each challenge," Riddler relayed. "Any attempt to seek outside help such as the authorities or any other parties involved will result in destruction! Yes, I will set off one of the explosives." "Peachy," remarked Nightwing from his end. "Rule number two; both parties must stay standing throughout the entire challenge." "What's that supposed to mean?" Flash radioed. "Simply that I will set off another explosion if both participants are not able to complete a task as a team," Riddler responded. "So basically if someone taps out," Nightwing figured. "So, what's the third rule?" "There is no third rule," Riddler replied. "However, there's something additional you all might find to your advantage." "Can't wait to hear this," said Kaitou Kid. "We'll call it, your service cards," Riddler described. "Each of you as a pair will have two service cards that you can use at any time during your given challenges." "What do these service cards do?" questioned Nightwing. "Let's say mid challenge you find yourselves in a slump, in a place that leaves you feeling blinded on what to do next. That's where the service cards come into play, they grant help to the most primitive of minds," Riddler explained. "The first; a free phone call to anyone of your choosing! Of course there is one exception to that, you may not reach out to anyone else participating in this challenge." "And service number two?" Kogoro enquired. "A riddle," Riddler softly laughed. "A hint if you will. A hint that will help you to solve the given puzzle." It couldn't be this simple. There had to be more to it than that right? "What's the catch?" Kaitou Kid asked. "I beg your pardon?" replied Riddler. "You don't take me as someone who would be so generous with the.. services you have mentioned. There must be some kind of catch to all of this," Kaitou Kid assumed. "Oh, how right you are," confirmed Riddler. "If you are to use service card one, five minutes will be deducted from the time given to you to complete the challenge." "Sounds simple enough." "That is only for service card number one. The penalty for using service card number two differs," conveyed Riddler. "How so?" questioned Kogoro. "If and when you choose to use service card number two the remaining time left on the clock for you will be cut in half," Riddler explained. "Meaning if we have twenty minutes remaining, the time would be reduced to ten," Kaitou Kid realized. "That would be correct thief Kid," Riddler confirmed. "Now here is what is going to happen gentlemen. In approximately five to ten minutes I will be giving you all information for the task you will be taking on. Now before I can do that I have one more announcement to make to the good people who will spectate. So it goes without saying that I must put in my leave for the time being. Until then.. competitors." The only sound to hear in those following moments was the spin of the propellers above and the traffic that resided in the streets far below. Kaitou Kid shed eye to Kogoro who stood to the left of him. He was in deep thought. There was now a fire to see in his eyes, one Kid had not seen before. He couldn't even begin to imagine what was rolling through his mind in those silent filled moments. Kaitou Kid then turned his head to see Batman had moved to the opposite side of the roof once more. "There he goes again," Kaitou Kid said. Now out of range of the others Batman activated the communicator device on his wrist. Raising his hand he spoke. "I have one question I'd like to ask of you, detective," Batman said. "You managed to retrieve Riddler's final communicator, how did you come across it?" "I'd love to entertain you with the details, but I don't believe now is ideal to discuss that," Shinichi softly replied. "Wouldn't you agree?" Batman's attempt at learning more about the opposition had been completely shot down. But even then, Batman knew he was right, all focus needed to be directed on the Riddler. "Shinichi, listen," Batman began. "What you're about to face.. what we're about to face, things won't be as simple as they appear." The spoken had to be questioned. "Care to elaborate?" "I don't know what the Riddler's challenges will present, nor do I know what his end game is," admitted Batman. "But if there is one thing I am certain of it is that we need to look at the simple as complex and the complex as simple." Conan was not completely sure what was meant by this, but kept his words in mind none the less. "So this Riddler guy, how much do you know about him?" "Enough." "Before he referred to detective Mouri as the investigator, Kid as the wizard, and you as the dark knight," Shinichi said. "Why did he refer to you as a knight? Just who are you anyway?" "Who I am is unimportant," replied Batman. "I will however answer your question pertaining to the Riddler. If there is anything you should know; it is having an understanding for the way Nigma thinks." "Knowledge that could prove pivotal," agreed Shinichi. There was no denying that fact. "I'm all ears." …. Somewhere on the streets Since departing from the Midtown Tower the question now became, where to look? Where could the Riddler possibly be hiding? No matter where it was Damian was determined to find him. "I can't believe someone else found the last communicator device before I had the chance to retrieve it," muttered Damian under his breath. He clinched his fists at the thought of it. "Now I'm regulated to headlining a side mission." Who could it be? Who was the person to have found the final communicator? It was a question that rested at the back of his mind. Then there was the obvious question. How long had the Riddler been planning all of this? "It's clear Nigma has put a lot of time and thought into this scheme of his, this certainly wasn't a heart of the moment decision," Damian thought to himself. "If I had to take a guess I'd say he's been planning this for weeks, possibly months." Even though he would have preferred the former there was no denying the importance of the task that was left to him; finding Ran Mouri, and above all determining the location of Edward Nigma. Damian stopped after coming to the end of the street he walked, peering ahead to the traffic that continued to muster with patrol cars. "Security is increasing as expected," Damian took note of. His focus then switched to his phone in hand. On the screen was a picture of the kidnapped, Ran Mouri. Now familiar with her appearance Damian opened the download that had been sent to him from Batman. "This must be the information father spoke of," Damian noted. A moment later the street light above him flickered. Noticing this he looked up as it occurred for a second time. "Now what?" It didn't come as a surprise to him when Riddler's voice returned, listening as it echoed throughout the area. "The wait is almost over ladies and gentlemen, the show will begin shortly!" Damian knew it was now time to make his move. "Alright Edward, let's see what door you're hiding that arrogant face behind." As the Riddler continued to speak, Damian attempted to pin point his location using the device held in hand. "You're all probably enquiring the understandable, why make another announcement? Especially one not stamping the beginning of the game, well I'm going to answer just that." In that moment the sought was achieved. "I've got it! I'm locked onto his signal." Damian couldn't be any more pleased. However the thrill of success would fade almost as fast as it had come. "What?! The signal.. it's gone." As the Riddler continued Damian attempted to regain the connection. "Citizens of Tokyo and Gotham, I was doing some thinking. You are all merely spectators right?" Riddler noted. "Why don't we amp up the experience? I now hold my hand out in invitation; you are all welcome to the dance!" Damian finally regained the signal that had been lost. "The signal is weak," Damian said. "Which means I must be a good distance away from wherever-" He stopped after the connection was lost for a second time. "What?!" "You now ask, well Mr. Riddler how do I join?" Riddler chuckled. "My answer for now is, stay tuned. Your knowledge on future, present, and past will be the subject of test." When Damian wasn't able to immediately reconnect he began to walk, testing to see if relocation would help his cause. "There, I've got him." The moment the reconnection was made it faded once again. Damian clutched his fist in growing agitation. "I must now unfortunately depart once more my dear guests. Keep my words in thought, until then." And with that the Riddler ended yet another one of his broadcasts. "I don't understand. Why wasn't I able to get a clean lock on his.. wait." Damian attention was diverted by the sound of a police siren. He looked to roadside, watching as two patrol cars zipped past. It was only at that second that the possibility came to mind. "Could it be?" Could that be the reason why I wasn't able to sustain a distinct lock on Nigma's signal? There was now a look of clarity to display. He had to be right. "The Riddler's not camped out in some classic shielded hideout, no. He's on the move," Damian realized. His eyes narrowed as he watched every passing vehicle that came in sight. Edward Nigma could be in any of them. "The question is, where or what is he broadcasting from? And.. where is he keeping the girl?" To Be Continued