Batman/Detective Conan crossover 29-30

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The Detective Prince

Chapter 29

Light In the Awake of Death

Lighting flashed in the far distance with the booming thunder accompanying it. The rain had gone from a light drizzle to a down pour of high proportions. The strength of the wind carried it in multiple directions, making it difficult for those traveling the streets to see with a clear eye. She sat in the corner of the room, rocking back and forth with her arms wrapped to her legs. Miwako walked over, sliding down the wall taking a seat to the side of her.

"You seem a little nervous, you shouldn't worry yourself," Miwako said placing a hand upon her shoulder. "Everything is going to turn out just fine, we have some of our best guys working this operation."

Ran let her hands fall to the side, turning to see the calming smile across her face.

"I guess you're right, it's just something I can't help."

"Which is natural," Miwako said. "When someone you love is in a situation like this it tends to put you on edge."

"You think everything will go as planned?" Ran asked laying her head back to the wall.

"Don't you worry," Miwako assured. "Nothing is going to happen to your father on our watch."

"I hope you're right."

Solid grey clouds captured the sky, making it the darkest night of the year thus far. The rain continued to dash down, hitting all sides of the body. Red Robin flipped forward with a leap, soaring to the next building with a sliding landing.

"Good thing this suit is water proof, or else I might have needed to invest in a rain coat."

He looked to the buildings surrounding the area as he continued through the air, knowing he was closing in by the second.

"I have about twenty five minutes before making it to the shooting range, that will leave a solid five minutes before ten...better hurry, every second counts."

They stepped back into the room, sliding the balcony door shut to keep out the rain. Conan walked to the bedside, having himself a seat. Heiji stood to the wall, wondering how everything would go down.

"You should have a seat," Conan suggested. "Who knows how long this will take."

"Good point," Heiji agreed taking a seat to the chair. "So about that body you found, how long was that guy dead for?"

"I'd say for at least two days," Conan replied. "He had a couple cuts to the body, but I can't be one hundred percent sure that was the cause of death without an autopsy."

"You're right, that would confirm what really happened," Heiji said relaxing back. "In any case, have you two gained in further knowledge on that 'Oni Tiger' Ryo spoke of before his death?"

Conan shook his head in response.

"We haven't had a run in with any of the Black Yangs for that matter." Conan replied.

Heiji lifted his hand to the desk, glimpsing down to his watch with concern.

"It's been over an hour now," Heiji said looking to Conan. "Don't you think he'd have contacted us with an update by now?"

"If he's busy don't expect a call, he doesn't tend to chat much during heated situations," Conan replied. "If Tim has something to tell us you can rest assure he'll contact us."

"Great," Heiji said looking to the ceiling. "Now here comes the fun part...waiting."

"Lighten up a little," Conan said laying to the bed. "Look on the bright side, we don't have to get all soaked and worked up."

"I guess you have a point, but still."

He slouched further into to the seat, settling in for a long one. Conan rolled his head to the side as he lay, looking to the brewing storm. Heiji looked to him, seeing the uncertainty in his face.

"Hey Kudo you alright?"

"I don't know," Conan replied turning to the ceiling. "I just have a bad feeling is all."

"What's to worry about, we already know where the shooter will be."

"It's not that," Conan said bringing his hands to the back of his head. "It's just how things have conspired up to this point."

"I'm not sure I follow." Heiji said sitting up.

"The notes that were left, the riddles," Conan began. "Why isn't there a clear demand to interpret, it's almost as if it's directed for only one person to understand."

"Hmm, I guess you make a point."

"Then you have the shooting at the down town center," Conan continued. "Why wasn't anyone killed, who shoots for the sport of it?"

Neither said a word for seconds to come. Heiji looked back to the sky, much more weary then he had been before.

"What if Kudo's right, what if there is more to this than we thought?"

He leaped to yet another building, touching down while continuing to run. He came to a stop once reaching the ledge, scouring the area below with the use of his zooming system.

"There's the shooting range," Red Robin said catching sight of it. "The Inspector must be in the inside part of the facility."

He shifted his head, giving the rest of the surrounding area a look.

"Only a few minutes left until ten...where's the hit man?"

The storm lay steady as he wait, no sign of anyone to the neighboring buildings.

It ringed loud and clear, the clock striking past ten o'clock. Tension flourished through the room, yet nothing but silence. The clock continued to tick, one minute quickly turning into two. He reached down, pulling the phone from the side of his belt.

"Shiratori here, what's going on out there?"

"Nothing," An officer replied from the other line. "We've got the whole perimeter covered, there's nothing suspicious what so ever."

"Are you sure?"

"Affirmative, but we'll keep watch."

Ninzaburo slid the phone back in place, Kogoro looking to him soon after.

"So what's going on out there," Kogoro asked. "They find this guy yet?"

"There is no sighting of anyone lurking around, but that doesn't mean they still won't strike." Ninzaburo warned.

"Is it possible the note was referring to someone else?" Ran asked.

"It's a possibility, but we're not letting up just yet." Miwako replied.

Everything became quiet once more. What was to come in the following hour a mystery.

He continued his look out, keeping his nerves in check as he waited. Five minutes passed since ten had hit. There was still no sign of anyone to the rooftops but himself.

"Haven't heard anything from Heiji or Shinichi, so that must mean Kogoro is doing fine," Red Robin thought to himself. "What if we were wrong...what if the target isn't Megure or Kogoro, could the note have been evading to something else?"

Another minute passed, contemplating on whether or not to give the others a call to see what was happening on their end. The door to the front entrance finally opened, he stepped out putting a hand to his eyes to block the rain.

"There's the Inspector, now for the moment of truth."

Juzo reached to the side popping the umbrella open as he resulted to walk. Red Robin kept his eyes peeled, looking to all surrounding structures. Then he saw it, someone pushing up from in between a few statues which accompanied one of the buildings.

"There, they must have been hiding it out until he came within range," Red Robin said pulling his grappler from his side. "The shooter has him locked in, only got one option at this point."

Red Robin dropped from the edge, free falling toward the roadway with the spring of the grappler. His finger touched to the sleekness of the trigger, pulling down with the bullet accelerating toward it's target.

"Got him."

Megure felt himself grabbed from his waist, flying a few feet into the air as the bullet flew past the side of his head. The umbrella twirled to the ground as more continued to blaze after them.

"What is the meaning of this?"

He didn't reply, swinging them around the side of the building, taking them out of harms way. They landed to the sidewalk with a splash, the sound of the rifle still being fired.

"Who are you," Juzo asked. "And what is going on?"

"Follow me, your safety depends on it," Red Robin replied. "I'll tell you what you need to hear once there."

Megure had no idea how to react to this, but the sound of bullets piercing the sides of the wall left him with no choice but to follow after him. He lead him to a public bathroom nearby, locking the door once both were nice and secure. It was quiet for the first few second, the sound of the gun fire coming to an end. It was dark, the only light coming from the window located up in the far corner. He slowly turned from the door, coming face to face with Inspector Megure.

"This should keep you safe for now, I wouldn't move from here until I take care of the shooter."

"I don't fully understand what's going on," Juzo stated. "Who are you and why is someone shooting at me?"

"You're the one the killer mentioned in the note Megure."

"I am, but why?"

"I have yet to figure that one out," Red Robin replied. "But rest assured I will."

"Let me calls the authorities," Juzo suggested pulling his phone from his pocket. "They'll be on it in no time."

"Don't bother," Red Robin said. "They'd only be a liability at this point."

"Liability," Juzo questioned. "They're trained to handle situations like this."

"By the time they arrive the sniper might already be gone, or worse," Red Robin said turning back to the door. "The shooter opens fire on bystanders, or them."

"You still haven't answered my question," Juzo said with a step. "Who are you?"

"You pose a good question, one I don't have time to answer right now."

"Are you even trained to handle something like this?" Juzo asked.

"If I weren't I wouldn't have been able to save you," Red Robin replied. "Please Inspector, trust me on this one."

Things fell silent once more, the rain chanting to the side of the glass.

"Give me twenty minutes," Red Robin asked. "If I'm not back within that time frame you can call in your unit."

"You said it's a sniper, right?"

Red Robin nodded.

"If that's the case, then how do you plan on closing in without being sighted?"

"I'll take another route and surprise the shooter from behind," Red Robin replied. "If you indeed call in your men make sure they're prepared, whoever we're dealing with is not only an incredible marksmen but a master tactician as well."

He unlocked the door, pushing it open to be greeted by the incoming rain. He looked back once more.

"Make sure this door stays locked, I'll be back shortly."

With those last words, he walked out with the door closing behind.

"The time has finally come," Red Robin stood looking to the sky. "To meet the master mind behind it all."

He aimed his grappler upward, longing himself into the air. Just as planned, he stuck to the outside, circling around where the shooter had been. He stood to the building over looking him, more than surprised to see the sniper still to the same spot they had shot from.

"Why haven't they tried to escape yet," Red Robin questioned. "Are they expecting Megure to come back?"

This was one of the many thoughts that ran through his mind as he glided down toward the rooftop they stood. He landed with little sound, the shooter not budging one bit. Red Robin took a few steps toward them, coming to a stop within a few yards.

"Turn around and hands up, the games over."

He got no response for the first few seconds. The sniper glimpsed back at him before slowly turning to fully face him.

"Our shooter is a man, that's one...no sign of the blade which was used to cut up the dead officers though." Red Robin thought giving the armed man a look over.

He stared to him with a pale expression, no humor, no anger, no frustration, nothing to indicate what he was feeling inside. Tim payed little attention to this.

"I don't think you heard me clearly the first time, so I'll tell you once more," Red Robin said. "Drop the rifle and put your hands in the air."

He didn't reply, just continuing to gaze over at him.

"Ok, fine, you obviously have a problem with interpreting words which then can be formed into messages," Red Robin said trying to push him. "Let's start with something simple, what's your name?"

He got no response.

"What is with this guy?"

"Those are a nice pair of shades you've got there," Red Robin said trying a new approach. "Or are those goggles of some kind?"

He remained motionless, the same mute expression still laying across his face.

"You sure are one gifted speaker," Red Robin commented. "You could give someone I know a run for their money."

The rain continued to pour, the only form of response he was beginning to think he would get. He took another step forward knowing it was time to drop the humor and get straight to the point.

"You've failed to reply to anything I've said, so answer me this," Red Robin said glaring over. "Why target Inspector Megure of all people?"

"That's where you're wrong Red Robin." He finally spoke with the rub of his gun.

"So he knows my name, but how?"

"The target isn't the Inspector," He said lifting his rifle. "It's you."

And within that split second he felt himself freeze, how could he have not seen it? He lifted the rifle with a bang, Red Robin jumping to the side to have a bullet skid across the

side of his arm. He sprung his grappler free taking to another building with a burning sensation coming over him.

"Caught me by surprise, got to find cover."

He landed to another building only to have an explosion erupt which sent him off the edge. Red Robin quickly rebounded with the use of his grappler, flipping to another.

"Where did that explosion come from?"

Then he saw it. Laying to all the rooftops in the surrounding area sat tanks, tanks if shot that would explode immediately.

"I've been set up, he doesn't even have to hit me," Red Robin said jumping up as another explosion went off. "All he has to do is set off one of these well placed tanks."

Red Robin continued back tracking as the explosions continued from roof top to roof top. He slowly began improvising what to do.

"Gotta make a double move and get back to him some how," Red Robin thought. "But then again, if I let him go I might be able to find who he works for."

A bullet flew by tearing right through his rope, he had no choice but to crash land through a window into an empty building. He quickly jumped to his feet, turning back to the window only to have a bullet connect with his chest piece. Red Robin threw himself to the ground in an effort to fool the sniper.

"Good thing I placed a tracker to the rifle, once he leaves camp I'll be able to follow after him."

He slightly peaked up to see the sniper still taking aim.

"What is he aiming at, to his knowledge I'm already dead."

Red Robin then pivoted his head to the side to see a group of stacked propane tanks. It all became clear, he had been lead here from the beginning.

"That's not good."

He fired once more, the bullet blazing through the air hitting home with much force. He watched the explosion from afar, a smile coming to his face as the building collapsed before him.

"Better get in close, need to confirm the hit was a success."

The sky continued to flash from the lightning in the far distance. They hadn't said a word for the past few minutes. It became nerve racking at this point. Heiji stood from the chair turning to face the storm.

"I think we've waited long enough," Heiji declared. "He should have contacted us by now, I'm going to give him a ring."

He pressed down to his ear piece wanting an update on the situation.

"Red Robin it's Heiji, what's going on out there?"

The sound of static was the only sound he received in return. Heiji continued to call out with no response. He then looked to the bed to find Conan with his eyes closed, a lingering smile across his lips.

"What's so funny?" Heiji asked standing over him.

"The fact you're so worried," Conan replied with the opening of his eyes. "I said he'd contact us when he's not busy."

"That or he's already dead."

"It's a possibility, but one I doubt." Conan said sitting up.

"What now, you can foretell events that are to occur?"

"That's not what I was implying," Conan replied. "Tim's usually good at working things into his advantage, so I wouldn't worry any."

"Mind if I turn on the TV," Heiji asked reaching for the remote. "The wait's killing me more than anything."

"If it helps pass the time then go right on ahead."

It was pitch dark, the sound of water dripping from a broken pipe, one of the only few sounds that could be heard. He knelt down next to his staff which managed to hold the ruble from caving in on him. He could hear the foot steps approaching, coming to a stop just somewhere above him.

"This guy doesn't give up," Red Robin thought to himself. "What's he need, a depleted body?"

He listened on, the sound of someone searching the ground above. It lasted for just under a minute, only the sound of the dripping water still to be heard.

"He stopped searching, did he find what he needed?"

He could hear the dialing of a number, adjusting his cowls sound level to hear what was to be said.

"Now to get some answers."

The phone ringed for the next few seconds, someone finally answering near the last ring.

"How'd the hit go?"

"A success."

"Good," A voice spoke from the other end. "Mr. Yunge, Snake, and all parties involved will be more than pleased."

"Of course."

"Did you happen to retrieve the diamond?"

"If he had it on him, it would have been destroyed in the explosion."

"Very well, the hit was made and that's all that matters," They said pleased none the less. "See you at the station."

"I'll be there shortly Chianti, Korn out."

His foot steps could be heard leaving the scene, a new sense of the situation coming to him.

"Looks like I have a name, Korn," Red Robin said pushing up. "I'm betting Brutho was the one to hire him, but who are the other parties that were mentioned?"

He waited for a minute to pass, pushing the building parts to the side, climbing his way to the surface. The rain continued to pour, not as violently as it had before. Sirens could be heard clearing his way from up a mile or so.

"They must have heard the explosions," Red Robin said settling out the grappler. "Better take off be for they arrive, last thing I want is to be charged for the damages."

He paced to the hardness of the bathroom floor, checking his watch every so often. Twenty minutes had passed over two minutes ago.

"I wonder what all that noise was."

Juzo decided to give it a little longer. The window to the top corner slid open a few moments later with Red Robin dropping in.

"Is that door still locked?"

"Yea, it's locked," Inspector Megure replied. "I heard some explosions, what went on out there?"

"It was the shooter," Red Robin said reaching up to slide the window shut. "Turns out you weren't the target after all."

"I wasn't," Megure exclaimed. "Then why was I shot at?"

"You were used as a decoy, one which was to spring me out."

"So are you saying you were the target?" Juzo asked.

"That's correct."

"But why?"

Red Robin looked to the ground, stepping to the side of him. He froze in place, taking a step to the door with a huff.

"If something is going on I need to know," Juzo said slightly raising his voice. "So tell me, why was I used to set you up?"

"It's complicated." Red Robin replied leaning his hand to the door.

"I've got time, any information you have will be useful."

"I'm in the process of sorting it out myself," Red Robin said. "With time I think we might be able to put this all to rest."

"We," Juzo questioned. "Are you asking me to keep this all a secret?"

"Not just that, but for your trust... and assistance," Red Robin turned facing him once again. "So what do you say Inspector?"

Everything fell silent, staring the proposal given on all levels. There was so much to consider, who was he, what were his motives, and most importantly what was the situation he now found himself caught up in?

"He did save my life...he must have good intentions."

He maneuvered his hat up with a nod.

"Do you have a name?" Juzo asked.

"Red Robin." He replied with a smile.

"I'll only come to terms with you under one condition." Juzo stated.

"Name it."

"We keep all business under my standards, got it?"

"Deal." Red Robin said in agreement.

"So tell me," Juzo said taking a step forward. "What happens from here?"

The clock hit thirty five after. There was still no sign that anything was to happen. Kogoro yawned as he stood to his feet looking to the window.

"I'd have a seat if I were you," Ninzaburo said. "This operation has not yet been cleared."

"How long must we sit around," Kogoro asked. "I'm getting tired from all this waiting, would it be ok if I went to my room to get some sleep?"

Ninzaburo looked to Miwako who gave him a nod.

"We'll keep a look out, you're free to go to your room." Ninzaburo said.

"Good, because I don't know how much more of this waiting I can take."

Kogoro made his way over to his room, turning the knob to hear the sound of a phone ring. He turned back to see Miwako answer her phone, waiting to hear what the call was about. The conversation lasted for just under a minute. Miwako pushed from the ground with a smile.

"What is it," Ran asked standing up as well. "Did they find the shooter?"

"No, but the target wasn't your dad to after all." Miwako replied.

"Well then who was it?" Kogoro asked.

"It was Inspector Megure."

"Is he ok?" Ninzaburo asked jumping up in concern.

"He's fine," Miwako informed. "Thanks to a civilian sighting the shooter before any damage could be done."

"Did they catch the guy?" Ran asked.

"Not yet, but we will," Miwako assured. "We'll leave the two of you to the comfort of your home now."

"Thanks, we appreciate everything you've done tonight." Ran said.

"I'll go and let the others know about the situation." Ninzaburo said heading to the door sliding on his shoes.

"I'll be right behind you," Miwako called out. "Are the two of you going to be ok?"

"We'll be just fine, we've had our fair share of drama." Kogoro replied.

"He's right," Ran said in agreement. "All we need is a little rest."

"Then I'll leave you to that, good night."

The channel was switched yet again, not able to find anything of interest at this time of night. The clock ticked passed eleven fifty, and still no call. Heiji looked away from the TV to hear a beeping sound coming from Conan's phone.

"Hey Kudo what are you doing over there?"

"Playing Packman." Conan replied still looking to his phone.

"Didn't know you liked that." Heiji stated.

"Helps pass time a lot better than what you're doing."

"It's not my fault I don't recognize any of these programs," Heiji said looking back to the TV. "I don't usually watch television this late."

"We've discussed what's been going on down here," Conan said looking up. "What of Osaka, how are things up west?"

"Pretty normal I guess, why do you ask?"

"I don't think what's been going on just revolves around Tokyo." Conan answered.

"You're thinking there may be operations spreading as far up to Osaka aren't you?"

"It's a possibility," Conan said. "We need to be prepared for anything."

Heiji looked down to his wrist, checking the time once more.

"It's almost twelve," Heiji stated. "How long do you think until we hear from Drake?"

"Look no further." Conan said with a nod.

Heiji turned just in time to see the balcony door slide open.

"What happened Drake," Heiji asked. "You look like you got a little roughed up."

"It's been one of those nights," Tim replied pulling off the cowl. "I take it Mr. Mouri is ok."

"We didn't hear anything, so I'd assume so." Heiji replied.

"How about Inspector Megure," Conan asked. "Is he ok?"

Tim closed the door, walking past the two as water dripped down from the sides of his body.

"Tim...what's wrong," Conan asked. "What happened out there?"

He removed the wet gloves while tossing them to the top of the dresser, lingering to the side of the closet.

"I should have seen it," Tim began. "The bullet...the feather even."

"Drake what are you talking about?" Heiji asked in confusion.

"Inspector Megure was never the intended target."

"If it wasn't him, then who?" Conan asked jumping down from the bed.

"It was me." Tim finally said.

"What, you," Heiji exclaimed. "What about Megure?"

"He's fine," Tim replied. "I was able to get to him before the bullet did."

"But why target you," Conan questioned. "Why the whole set up if you were the intended target in the first place?"

"I heard the sniper on the phone while under the ruble, he mentioned Mr. Yunge." Tim informed.

"Brutho, it's got to be him." Conan said.

Tim nodded.

"He's the only one who could possibly know I'd be able to unravel his little message."

"You had a run in with him as Red Robin?" Heiji asked.

"It happened just after we returned from Korea." Conan confirmed.

"Regardless of all that, did you happen to take down the shooter?" Heiji asked.

"He got away, but on a positive note they'll now believe me to be dead," Tim said. "He set off some tanks stashed in a building with me inside."

"How'd you escape that?" Conan asked with a grin.

"I took an explosive from my belt, blasting myself to the floor below to evade direct impact from the explosion of the tanks."

"How'd you keep yourself from being crushed in the aftermath?" Heiji asked.

"My staff," Tim answered. "It's rather durable considering how thin around it is."

"Did you get a look at the guy?" Heiji asked.

"Better," Tim said. "I got a name."

"Now you're talking," Conan said. "So what's this guys name."

"I heard him talking on the phone before he took off," Tim said. "He addressed himself by the name Korn."

Conan's eyes narrowed with a small step back. Could it be who he thought it was?

"What else did you gain from the phone conversation?" Conan asked.

"I heard them mention a Snake, must be the code name to someone they know," Tim replied. "They also stated something about more parties being involved, and a diamond."

"A diamond?" Heiji questioned.

"It must be the Mercury Gem," Tim said giving it some thought. "Brutho must have thought I took it, when it was indeed Kaitou Kid who was the one to steal it."

"What about who he was talking to," Conan asked. "Did you hear the voice of the person he spoke with?"

"It was a woman," Tim answered. "They were to meet just after he left."

"Did he happen to say her name?"

"Chianti," Tim replied tapping his finger to the dresser. "That's what he called her."

"Just as I thought," Conan said bringing his hands to his pocket. "We're dealing with the Black Organization."

"Shinichi are you positive?" Tim asked.

"I have no doubt." Conan said assuringly. "But this also means we have someone else out there, Korn isn't known for cutting up bodies."

"No wonder I couldn't find a blade on him," Tim said. "I'm betting whoever did doesn't even work for the Organization, but accompanied them for this task."

"Agreed, they're usually more discreet on handling their targets."

"Do you think tonights events will get back to Gin and Vodka?" Tim asked.

"Does it really matter," Conan asked removing his hands from his pocket. "According to you Korn believes you to be dead."

"True, but that doesn't keep them from at least becoming a little suspicious," Tim said. "Let's remember this wasn't their first kill attempt on me."

"Ok...guess I did miss out on a little more than I thought," Heiji said jumping back in. "So now that we have an idea on who's pulling the strings, what's our next move going to be?"

"We go on the offense," Tim answered while removing his cape. "They caught me by surprise tonight, I don't plan on that happening again."

"I hope you have a pretty damn good plan Drake," Heiji said flipping his hat around. "These guys are very resourceful, one wrong move and we could wind up in several different trash bins across town."

"I never go into the planning stage blindly Heiji," Tim said focusing away from his comment. "If all goes accordingly, we should be able to hit a couple giants in one blow."

"This better not have anything to do with us playing dress up," Conan said crossing his arms. "So what's the plan?"

He removed his top along with the belt, stretching his arms as he turned back to face the two.

"We'll discuss that in the morning, I know you're both tired," Tim said looking to the clock. "I'll give you both a full run down in the morning."

"I guess there's no arguing against that," Heiji said. "How early are we talking?"

"I'd say any time after ten thirty, that should give you both ample time to rest up."

"Sounds good to me," Heiji said turning for the door. "Come on Kudo, I'll walk you home."

"That's ok," Conan said. "I think I'll just stay here for the night."

"You think that's a good idea," Tim questioned. "Don't you think Ran will be a little unhappy without you telling her."

"I'm pretty sure Ran already knows where I am," Conan said. "Besides I sent her a message just a few minutes ago letting her know I'd be here for the night."

"Bet she doesn't get that message until the morning." Tim said looking down to him.

"Better late then at all." Conan replied with a laugh.

"I guess I better get going," Heiji said opening the door to leave. "I'll be back tommarrow, make sure you have all the details ready to present."

"You can count on that."

The door closed behind him as he took off into the hall. Conan sat to the end of the bed with Tim joining him at his side. At this point the rain came down as nothing more than a few shallow specs.

"So what happened when you saved Megure," Conan asked. "Did he see you?"

"Yes, I explained the situation to him," Tim replied. "Of course I left out certain details."

"So he didn't try to arrest you?"

"Let's just say Inspector Megure and I are on good terms." Tim replied with a grin.

"I don't know what that means, but by the sounds of it, I'd say we're heading in the right direction."

The rain had finally come to an end, the dark clouds slowly drifting to the south. He stood to the corner of the room,with his back leaned to the wall in thought. The TV was set to the news, waiting for an in depth look at what the explosions left behind. The awaited knock had finally come to the door just after two fifteen. She stood from the couch making her way to the door.

"It's about time you two showed, we were beginning to think you two wouldn't come." She said opening the door.

"Relax Chianti," Gin said stepping in past her. "We just had a few loose ends to tie up."

"Why again are we meeting at some beat down motel?" Vodka asked walking in after him.

Chianti closed the door behind them, taking back to the couch. Gin headed over to the sink grabbing a cup while pouring himself a glass of water.

"You never answered the question Chianti," Vodka said standing to the side of her. "Why did you call us here?"

"This," Chianti replied tossing him a small device. "It was found on the side of Korn's rifle."

"What is it?" Vodka asked.

"Some kind of tracking device," Chianti replied. "We've already disabled it, but felt it would be best if we met here just in case."

Vodka gave it a look, bringing it closer in.

"I've seen this somewhere before," Vodka thought to himself flipping it to the other side. "That emblem...where did I see this?"

Vodka looked back to Chianti who had her eyes pinned to the TV, a look of surprise coming to her face.

"What's wrong?" Vodka asked.

"Korn you better come have a look at this," Chianti said as he walked over. "There was no body found in that building you sent to the ground."

"Impossible." Korn grunted.

"This guy who planted this device to your rifle," Vodka said facing him. "Did he have a name."

"Code named Red Robin."

Vodka's eyes jumped wide, Gin lowering the glass from his mouth.

"What did you say his name was?" Gin asked joining the three.

"He said Red Robin," Vodka repeated. "And look what they found to the side of his rifle."

Gin took the small device into his hand, immediately recognizing it.

"I found one of these to the side of my briefcase," Gin said looking to Korn. "Tell me, what was this guy like, did he say anything to you?"

"He couldn't stop running his mouth," Korn replied. "I'd say he was rather cocky to."

"Sounds a lot like the Red Robin we ran into." Vodka said.

"He recovered this from the explosion site, do you recognize it," Chianti asked handing Gin a burnt up bird disk. "I guess when Korn found this he presumed him to be dead."

Gin nodded dropping it to his pocket.

"There's no way he could be alive," Korn said looking to the TV. "I shot him point blank in the chest, the explosion should have all but finished him."

"I poisoned him, then let him sink to the bottom of the ocean," Gin said clutching his fist. "If he truly is alive that's four times we've failed at killing him."

"There was no body found as of now," Chianti said looking to the TV once again. "So how do we go about finding him?"

"We bring him to us," Korn stated. "Mr. Yunge was right when he said Red Robin was a detective, he fell right into the trap."

"A detective?" Vodka questioned.

An evil smirk came to Chianti's face with the swing of her hair.

"The three of you have already failed at your hand," Chianti said. "All this task really requires is good aim and a woman's touch."

"Don't let your thrill of killing this guy get in the way of our true operation Chianti," Gin said. "I'll make the call to Mr. Sorie, we're going to do more than just have him come to us."

"This time we'll make it count." Chianti added.

Gin looked over, he could tell something was on Vodka's mind. He decided it would be best left unasked for the time being.

"You think he's working alone?" Chianti asked.

"He must have friends he's working with," Gin replied. "And once we have him, we'll silence them as well."

To Be Continued

The Detective Prince

Chapter 30

Blood Red Target

In place of the previous nights storm the morning brought a clear sky, a view of the sun cracking through the curtain. He heard that distinct voice, one which had awoken him for many years. His eyes opened, slowly pushing up.

"Mom, is that you?"

He came to realize it was only the TV, looking to the side to see Tim relaxing back in the chair.

"I see you're awake." Tim said still focusing to the screen.

"What are you watching?" Conan asked.

"Sargent Krop," Tim replied. "Your mother is a pretty good actress I must say, and that wink she does is just a classic."

"Wink?" Conan questioned.

"Just the one she does in pretty much all the movies she plays in." Tim answered looking to him.

"And how many movies have you watched with her in it since you've been here?" Conan asked narrowing his eyes.

"About five," Tim replied. "All by coincidence of course."

"Did you happen to read any of my dad's novel's by coincidence to?"

Tim shook his head in response.

"Haven't had time to really read anything since being here," Tim said. "While we're still on the topic, when was the last time you saw your parents anyway?"

Conan gave it a few seconds thought.

"It's been a few months."

"So how are they, do you get along?" Tim asked.

"They keep things interesting," Conan replied. "They've even disguised themselves to fool me before."

"Family role playing huh, that's not something you get everyday," Tim said. "Were they ever successful at fooling you?"

"Not without me finding out in a small amount of time."

"I'd be careful if I were you," Tim warned turning back to the screen. "They may catch you one day without you realizing it."

"I doubt that," Conan said bringing the glasses to his eyes. "I can see through any disguise they can come up with, even on a bad day."

"That's a little harsh don't you think," Tim said. "At least they're willing to have a little fun from time to time."

"I find it strange in you giving them credit, you've never even met either of them," Conan said. "Since we're on the subject, whens the last time you spoke with your parents?"

He received no response. It wasn't until a few seconds after that he realized.

"I'm sorry, I forgot that,"

"It's ok, don't worry about it." Tim said cutting him off.

It became quiet between the two, the only sound being that of the television which continued to run. Conan looked to the sheets, still a little upset he hadn't caught himself. Tim glimpsed back at him, a smile coming to his face.

"Hey Shinichi, can I give you a suggestion?"

"Sure," Conan said looking up. "What is it you had in mind?"

"Well I was doing some thinking," Tim said looking over his shoulder. "When you and Ran get married and have children some day, how about naming your first son Conan?"

He jumped back in shock, the blanket flapping up before him.

"What's wrong, you don't like the idea," Tim questioned. "I think it would pay great homage to the time spent in your present stage."

"It's not that," Conan exclaimed waving his hands back and forth. "It's just that I'm not, don't know, there's paths and, you know how."

"Shinichi, you never told me you were a master in the form of gibberish," Tim said cutting him off yet again. "Why don't you slow down, collect your thoughts, then tell me what you're trying to say."

A knock came to the door in that following second.

"Saved by the knock," Tim said pushing up and heading across the room. "Time to talk business."

He opened the door, inviting Heiji in who was on his phone. Tim took back to the chair with Heiji standing to the wall, finishing up his phone conversation. Conan dropped from the bed, dressing into his clothes for the day.

"Sorry about that," Heiji said sliding his phone to his pocket. "Just discussing the tournament with a classmate of mine."

"Tournament," Tim questioned. "What kind of tournament?"

"A Kendo tournament." Heiji replied.

"Are you participating?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" Heiji said with a laugh.

"Never knew you used the sword," Tim said. "Are you favored to win it all?"

"Not exactly, but that doesn't mean I won't," Heiji replied confidently. "It's going to be state, so I don't expect victory to come easy."

"Good luck when the time comes." Tim said in support.

"Thanks, I'm really looking forward to it."

Heiji then looked to Conan who was knelt over tieing the laces to his shoes.

"So what have you two been doing all morning?" Heiji asked.

"I've been watching TV for a little bit," Tim said. "Shinichi just woke up not to long ago."

"So what's this plan you spoke of," Heiji asked. "Are we directly going after the Black Organization?"

"Yes and no," Tim replied. "We're going to work both ends."

"Both ends?" Conan questioned finishing up his last knot.

"With the information I have on the Organization we'll be able to reel one, maybe even two of them in," Tim stated. "It's just a matter of picking the right strings."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Heiji asked.

"You let me worry about that," Tim answered back. "With the gained knowledge that Brutho has ties with the Organization, that also puts the Outworlders on the chart."

"Do you have a plan on how to approach that to?" Conan asked.

"Yes, and it will be much simpler," Tim replied. "They're much easier to come by, not nearly as hard to find as any of the Black Organization members."

"That's all good and said," Heiji commented. "But you haven't exactly told us what your plan is to accomplish these tasks."

"I'll tell you once we get started," Tim said. "I'm holding off on any further action until I get the results back on that box recovered."

"You mean the Yin/Yang box?" Conan asked.

Tim nodded.

"What if they do infact believe you to be alive," Heiji asked. "Do you have a counter plan of action for us to take?"

"If that happens to be the case I'll adjust any small details if need be."

"So what's so special about this box anyway?"

"We don't really know," Conan replied. "We're just following a lead at this point."

"Heiji I want you to walk Shinichi home," Tim said. "I don't think we should hold off to much longer."

"On what account?" Heiji questioned.

"We already have the Organization, Outworlders, and Black Yangs to deal with," Tim stated. "An aggravated Ran can be just as lethal if we're not careful."

Conan couldn't help but laugh, Heiji pulling the hat to his eyes with the shake of his head.

"After everything is cleared, meet me at the base any time between four and five."

"Think you'll have the results on that box by then?" Heiji asked.

"Rather doubtful," Tim replied. "I may have some elements identified, but it may take some time for a full run down."

"Good luck with that, Kudo and I will meet you some time this evening."

"Just as planned, see you then."

Heiji walked back to the door with Conan at his side. They made it out of the complex, the first few minutes of their walk being a rather quiet one. The light hit red as the two made their way to the other side.

"I'm just curious," Heiji said stepping to the next side. "How many nights have you spent up in his room?"

"About three, including last night." Conan replied.

"Does Ran know about that?"

"Not until recently."

"You want me to do the talking when we get there?" Heiji asked.

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I can handle it."

The rest of the walk was spent in thought, wondering exactly what Tim had in mind for their next move. They arrived back, Conan taking to the front as they headed up the stairs. He turned the knob to the door to find it unlocked.

"There you are," Ran said with her hands falling to her waist. "Where were you last night?"

The two of them froze, almost expecting the other to answer first. Her eyes sharply locked to them, each second as tense as the last.

"He was with me the entire," Heiji began only to be cut off.

"I spent the night at Tim's apartment," Conan admitted. "I sent you a message last night, but you must have had your phone off."

The commanding look dropped from her face, a calming one slowly fading into its place. She walked over with a smile, dropping a hand to Conan's left shoulder.

"Thanks for telling the truth," Ran said with her eyes then flashing toward Heiji who had a half smile to his face. "And what were you going to say?"

Heiji took a step back with a small laugh.

"I was going to tell you the same thing." Heiji said playing it off as best he could.

"I take it you're friends with Tim to?"

"What can I say, Drake and I have a lot in common." Heiji said with that being the first thing to come to mind.

"Is that so?"

"You'd be surprised."

Ran then looked back to Conan who kept a straight face.

"Don't hold your breath, you're not off the hook just yet," Ran said pulling her phone from her pocket. "Let's see if you really sent me a message last night."

Ran turned her phone on while heading for the kitchen, checking to see if what he said was true. Heiji felt a slight nudge to his side, looking down to Conan who looked back to him.

"I'm going to take a shower and get into a new set of clothes," Conan said. "I won't be long, just sit back for a few."

"Easier said than done," Heiji stated bringing his hands to his jacket. "I'm anxious to find out how we plan to engage these guys, especially being the fact how dangerous it could be."

"Keep it down will you, Ran might hear you if you're not careful," Conan warned. "I wouldn't worry about it, Im pretty sure Tim has some crazy plan ready to be set in motion."

"Lets just hope it works," Heiji said. "The last thing we need is another one of his circus acts blowing up right in our faces."

"I think we'll be ok, he seems to have put a lot of thought into it this time," Conan said making his way to the bathroom. "I'll be back shortly, try and relax a little."

"You don't have to worry about that, I'll be just fine."

"That's what I'm hoping." Conan thought to himself as he opened the door to the bathroom.

Heiji pressed his back to the wall, looking to the ground in wait. He found himself lost in his thoughts within the first minute, startled by the touch to the side of his arm.

"Are you ok," Ran asked with concern. "You look a little uptight."

"I'm fine, there's just a lot I need to sort out right now."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"No, but thanks for asking."

"Why don't you at least have a seat," Ran suggested. "Aren't your legs feeling a little tired?"

"The day's just started," Heiji remarked. "I've got plenty of energy to spare."

"Well if you change your mind feel free to do so."

Ran then headed to her room as he watched from the side, the door closing behind her. A good ten minutes passed, messing with the different tunes on his phone to help keep himself occupied while waiting. It didn't last much longer, Conan finally came walking from his room after putting on a new pair of clothes.

"I thought you said you wouldn't be long."

"Is that what you felt," Conan questioned sliding on his watch. "I found that to be rather quick."

"Maybe by your standards."

"You act as if we're in a rush of some kind."

"We're not to meet with Drake until after four," Heiji said looking to the clock." So what are we supposed to do in the mean time?"

"We could go down to the station and see what more they learned about that dead guy found in the cell."

"Good call," Heiji said in agreement. "Considering the fact he was killed where that box was found, it could be related to the guys we're already dealing with."

"Didn't think of it that way," Conan said. "That sure would add a whole nother dynamic to this already ongoing investigation, not to mention putting us ahead of the game since Tim's already working another angle."

"Let's get going, the sooner we get down there the better."

Just as they headed for the front door, Kogoro stormed out from his room while on the phone.

"Hold tight Megure, I'm on the way." Kogoro said dropping his phone into his pocket.

"How's it going Mouri," Heiji greeted. "I heard you talking with Inspector Megure, is everything ok?"

"Something has happened up at the bowling facility right near the station," Kogoro informed. "He withheld all the details, saying I should see it for myself."

"Conan and I were heading up that way, we'll come with you." Heiji said.

"Well we better get going now," Kogoro said opening the door. "It sounds pretty urgent from the way he spoke."

"It's not like Megure not to give a full rundown on what's going on, this must be something out of the ordinary." Conan thought to himself.

They caught a cab once reaching the end of the block. Kogoro sat to the front with Heiji and Conan taking to the back. None of them spoke for the whole ride there, more focused on what they were to face once reaching the bowling center. They pulled up to find the whole place surrounded by officers. Inspector Megure approached as they stepped out from the cab.

"I'm glad you could make it on such short notice," Juzo said taking notice of Heiji. "It's good to see you as well, we'll need all the top guys we can to help figure out what's happened here."

"Was someone killed?" Conan asked.

"I think it would be best if you waited out here, this isn't something a child should see," Juzo said with a turn. "No person for that matter."

"I'll stay here and watch him while you escort Mr. Mouri and Hattori to the crime scene." Wataru volunteered.

"Sounds good to me," Juzo said in agreement. "Kogoro, Heiji, right this way."

Conan watched as the three headed for the front doors, more than disappointed he was forced to stay behind. He looked to Wataru who stood straight, a disgruntled look in his eyes.

"Officer Takagi, do you know what happened in there?" Conan asked.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know...I really don't know."

Conan looked back to the building, leaning to the light post for comfort.

"He saw something...but what," Conan questioned in thought. "Guess I'll have to wait for Heiji's take on side of things."

They entered in through the front entrance, walking down a long dark hall. It fumed clear, the odor coming on strong as they turned the corner. Blood could be seen to all sides of the wall. Bodies could be seen, but only parts at a time. Kogoro gripped the sides of his pocket as they entered the main room, where the rest of the victims lay, different parts of their bodies scattered in all directions. They stood speechless.

"I've never seen anything like this." Heiji thought to himself.

"What, what time did this happen?" Kogoro asked still less than clear headed.

"Some time after six this morning." Megure replied.

"Any idea why anyone would want to kill any of these people?" Heiji asked.

Juzo nodded.

"Most were former members of the police department," Juzo answered. "Someone may have had a grudge against a few, if not all who were here this morning."

"What could have possibly done this," Kogoro questioned looking to all sides of the room. "A chain saw maybe?"

"Defiantly not," Heiji stated. "Why don't you give the disconnected body parts a look."

Kogoro looked down with a gulp, to shocked by the whole scene to really think with a clear head.

"What makes you think the weapon was something else?" Kogoro asked.

"The cuts are clean and precise the whole way through," Heiji replied continuing his search of the room. "That means a straight edged blade was used, a sword or machete maybe."

"You make a great point Hattori," Megure commented. "But that doesn't explain how someone would be able to come in and slaughter everyone without someone stopping them."

Heiji then looked to the multiple bullets that surrounded the ground.

"Were any of the victims shot?" Heiji asked.

"Guns went off last night, but none of the victims were shot." Inspector Megure replied.

"If no one was shot, then why were guns fired in the first place?" Heiji thought to himself.

A few more officers entered the room, coming to a stop once reaching Inspector Megure.

"We found something to the wall around back," One of them informed. "I think you better have a look Inspector."

"We'll come with you." Kogoro said more than willing to leave the scene of death.

They exited out of a side door to the left, making their way to the back of the facility. The walk lasted under a minute, looking up to the brick wall witch had a message imprinted in blood. The three of them gasped out, none more surprised at what the message read than Heiji.

"Red Robin must die."

At the bottom of the wall sat a picture of him gliding through the air.

"Very strange stuff if you ask me, so what do you think Inspector?" One of the officers asked.

He didn't answer, lost in the moment of confusion. Heiji walked to his side, tapping him to the shoulder.

"Megure do you happen to know who reported everything?" Heiji asked.

"A young gentlemen named Rick, spends most of his time up at the gym," Juzo replied handing him a small device. "All the survaliance recordings are on there if you'd like to give it a look yourself."

"Won't you need it?" Heiji asked.

"We already have a copy saved to the database."

Heiji dropped the device to his pocket, overwhelmed with everything involving the case.

"Inspector do you want us to start gathering everything to take to the lab?"

"Not yet, we'll hold off on that for a bit," Juzo stated. "I want to give everything another look."

Kogoro followed him back into the building, Heiji standing alone in front of the written message. He glimpsed up at it for a few seconds more, taking all possibilities into account.

"I have all I need, time to report back."

Heiji made his way back to the front of the building, walking over to Conan who still stood to the light post. Conan looked up as Heiji came to a stop in front of him.

"You don't look so good," Conan commented up at his expression. "So what did you see in there?"

Heiji didn't answer, walking to the side of the street to signal for a cab.

"Come on," Conan pushed. "What's so secretive that you saw that you can't tell me?"

"I'll tell you once we get back to your place," Heiji finally replied. "I just need some time to think."

A taxi arrived within the minute, the two of them piling into the back. They took off, neither saying a word to the other the whole way back. Conan looked over to him, a worried look coming to his face.

"Whatever he saw really has put him on edge."

They came to a stop once reaching their destination, walking step for step on their way up to the room. Conan opened the door, closing it after the two of them entered.

"Alright Heiji," Conan said taking a step back. "So what exactly did you see?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"There were body parts laying everywhere, bullets scattered to all corners," Heiji began. "I guess what I'm saying is I just don't understand what happened."

"Did it look like a shoot out took place?" Conan asked.

"No one was shot," Heiji stated. "All body parts were removed by a straight blade of some kind."

Conan's eyes narrowed at this batch of information.

"Was there a written message of some kind left behind?"

"That's where it gets interesting," Heiji confirmed. "To the wall in back of the bowling alley, written in blood was 'Red Robin must die'."

"Just as I thought," Conan said. "This has something to do with the guy who killed those police officers."

"Now that you mention it," Heiji said turning his hat to the back. "Most of the people killed were former officers from the department."

"Whoever killed them must have used a sword or machete of some kind."

"But how," Heiji questioned. "Any one of those guys could have easily shot him if that were the case."

"Who says they were able to see him?"

"What are you implying," Heiji asked with a laugh. "That a ghost killed them?"

"I was thinking more on the lines of some type of camouflage," Conan said. "That would explain the scattered bullets, being the fact they might not have seen what was attacking them."

"Didn't think of it that way," Heiji said. "In any case we need to hurry and tell Drake, someone really has it out for him."

"No kidding, and they're going to extreme lengths to see that he dies."

The door to the side of them cracked open, both looking to see Ran come from her room dressed in her jogging attire.

"I thought I heard voices," Ran said closing the door to her room. "How long have the two of you been standing out here?"

"Not very long," Conan replied. "We just got back from the bowling center."

"The bowling center, how come you guys didn't invite me?" Ran asked.

"We weren't there to play," Heiji said. "Inspector Megure called us up there on business."

"Was it a murder case?"

"One of the most graphic I've seen," Heiji confirmed with a nod. "You couldn't even identify what went with what unless conducting a search."

"That's horrible," Ran said bringing a hand to her mouth. "Did they find the guy responsible?"

"The who and why is still an ongoing thing." Heiji replied.

It became quiet for a few seconds. Ran slowly walked past the two, looking back.

"Would either of like to tag along on my Saturday jog?"

"Thanks for offering," Heiji smiled. "But I think we'll have to pass."

"Conan has a voice of his own, and I'm pretty sure he's fully capable of using it." Ran said looking down to him.

"I would, but my legs are kinda tired." Conan declined as well.

"Well then I guess I'll see you both later," Ran said opening the front door. "And don't you go getting him into any kind of trouble."

"I won't." Heiji promised with a grin.

She closed the door, leaving the two of them to stand alone.

"Now what?" Conan questioned.

"We'll just hang it out until after four," Heiji replied. "That's really all we can do at this point."

He sat to the chair, taking in all the information he received one bit at a time. Things weren't looking good, and to make matters worse there was nothing he could do about it at this given time. The clock rolled past five thirty, the entrance to the right of him sliding open.

"Expected you two a little earlier," Tim said looking away from the computer. "I take it your Saturday is going well?"

"We've tried keeping ourselves occupied." Conan replied.

"We've got ourselves a situation Drake," Heiji said walking up to the side of him. "A group of people were massacred up at the bowling center, another message was left."

"What did it say this time?"

"They want you dead Tim," Conan said entering the fray. "It said 'Red Robin must die', I think we're dealing with the same guy who posted the notes to the dead officers."

"Kudo's right, these guys were killed by a blade of some type," Heiji added. "Not to mention this guy may have camouflage capabilities, since apparently no one was able to hit him when they took fire."

Heiji then reached into his pocket, pulling out the device given to him by Inspector Megure.

"Here, take this," Heiji said handing it to him. "It has the survaliance footage from the bowling center."

Tim sat in silence, resting his hand to his left cheek in thought. Conan and Heiji stood back, waiting for any response he may have. A minute passed without him speaking a word.

"Tim, are you ok?" Conan asked.

"It's just as I thought," Tim said. "Whoever this guy is has a connection to the Organization, how else would they know I'm alive."

"You do make a point," Conan said. "Now all we have to do is find out who he is."

"But why leave the police with your name and picture," Heiji questioned. "If they want to kill you, then why not just do so?"

"It's probably more of a leverage thing," Tim stated. "Adding another hit man to the hunt I must now look out for."

"Hold on a second, slow down," Heiji said in confusion. "What are you saying now?"

"Not only will the Black Organization, Outworlders, and Black Yangs have it out for me," Tim said looking to the two of them. "But the police force as well."

"He's right," Conan said leaning to the wall. "With more threats to come they'll have no choice but to track you down."

"That should be the red siren," Heiji exclaimed. "We need back up Drake, you need to call in Batman ASAP."

"Can't." Tim said looking back to the computer.

"Can't, or won't?" Heiji asked crossing his arms.

"Over half the men who were stationed at Black Gate have escaped." Tim informed.

"Black Gate?" Conan questioned.

"Black Gate Prison." Tim replied.

"Isn't Bruce supposed to be one of the best tacticians in the world or something." Heiji asked.

"I'd say so, though most don't see that as his most notable strength," Tim stated. "If you ask anyone back home, they'd all refer to him as the worlds greatest detective."

"Say what?" Both Heiji and Conan yelled together.

"He's remarkable in that regard If I must say," Tim commented. "But Gotham has it's problems right now, ones which require his full attention, just like we do here."

"Though it's something I'm still considering."

The two of them waited in silence as he looked back to the computer, pulling up another screen. Tim slid the device into the computer, waiting for the survaliance footage to appear upon the screen.

"Greatest detective huh, that's yet to be proven." Heiji thought with a grin.

"I have got meet this guy, just to have the opportunity to test myself against him." Conan stood in thought.

It finished loading, Tim giving the ten minute video a look.

"This only shows what happened outside," Tim said. "Do you have one which covers the inside part of the facility?"

"No, that's all I was given." Heiji said with the shake of his head.

Tim froze the video, zooming in on a man walking from the building.

"What time was that about?" Conan asked.

"Ten after six," Tim replied. "But what I want to know is what they were all doing at a bowling alley, I'm pretty sure none open that early."

"That must mean they were set up," Heiji said. "Someone must have arranged for all of them to meet."

Tim zoomed in further, catching sight of something to the side of his neck.

"Does this guy have a name?" Tim asked.

"According to Inspector Megure his names Rick," Heiji answered. "Why do you ask, you find something?"

"He's got a bengal tatt to the side of his neck," Tim replied. "Ryo also had one just like his, I'd say this Rick guy works for the Black Yangs."

"But I thought this sword killer was associated with the Organization and Outworlders," Conan questioned. "The Outworlders and Black Yangs are enemies right, so if Rick is with the Yangs like you said, then what was he doing there?"

"That's something we'll have to find out." Tim replied.

"Megure said he likes to hang up at the gym, so that could be a place we could look."

"The scans still running on that box, but we need to keep pushing on," Tim said sitting up from the chair. "Shinichi I want you to head home, keep your phone close I'll be calling some time tonight."

"What about me?" Heiji asked.

"I want you to go back to the bowling center, check to see if anyone is lurking around," Tim answered. "I'm willing to bet someone will be there to make sure all evidence is gone that could point to their involvement."

"Sounds easy enough, but what will you do?" Conan asked.

"Preparation, you'll know when I call."

"Alright Kudo, let's go," Heiji said walking toward the door. "I'll walk you home before I head back up to the bowling alley."

Conan nodded, following close behind him. They were prepared for whatever may happen, but one think sat in the back of their minds, more so then it had before. Batman, was he as good as said? It was something the both were hoping to find out soon.

Hours passed with the sun drifting out in the distance. The clock hit ten after eight. He continued his look out of the area, not seeing anyone who might be spying from the distance. He then turned as someone approached from his side.

"Hattori what are you still doing here?" Ninzaburo asked coming to a stop.

"Just the usual routine," Heiji replied. "Making sure there was nothing I missed."

"If that's the case shouldn't you be looking inside," Ninzaburo asked. "I doubt you'll find anything crucial relating to the case out here."

"I guess you're right." Heiji said giving the surrounding buildings one last look.

"Why don't you come on in," Ninzaburo suggested. "I'll even go with you."

"I've been out here long enough, one more look inside couldn't possibly hurt."

The two walked side by side as they entered in through the main entrance, quietly walking down the hall. They arrived back to the crime scene, a confused look coming to Heiji's face.

"Is something wrong?" Ninzaburo asked.

"It doesn't look like anything has been touched," Heiji replied. "Shouldn't everything be down at the lab for examination?"

"Naturally," Wataru said joining the two. "But Inspector Megure wanted us to hold off on moving anything."

"How long are we talking?" Heiji asked.

"You'd have to ask Megure, though he did say it wouldn't be for much longer." Wataru replied.

Their attention was directed to the center of the room after a loud whistle, looking to Inspector Megure who waved his hand.

"I want everyone to clear the crime scene." Juzo instructed.

"What for?" Ninzaburo asked.

"I'd like to give the crime scene one last look," Juzo replied. "Alone."

"Yes sir." Wataru said heading for the exit.

Everyone else quickly followed, careful as not to tamper with anything surrounding the area. Juzo then looked over as the last door closed, Heiji being the only one standing in the room alongside him.

"Didn't you hear what I said," Juzo asked becoming impatient. "I said I wanted to give the crime scene one last look."

"What's going on Megure," Heiji questioned. "I find the way you're handling things to be rather strange."

"I'm only going to ask you to leave once more, after that,"

"It's ok Inspector," A voice said from a dark corner of the room. "Let him stay."

Heiji looked over as the figure slowly came into view.

"Red Robin." Heiji said a little surprised to see him.

"You know each other?" Juzo asked looking from one to the other.

"Detective Hattori has assisted me on a few cases, very keen when it comes to detail." Red Robin replied.

"So that's why you instructed for nothing to be moved," Heiji said. "You were waiting for Red Robin to give it a look."

"He claims he can help find who's responsible, he even saved my life," Juzo added. "I at least owe him the benefit of the doubt."

He looked around the room, taking pictures with the use of his cowl. Heiji approached from behind, coming to a stop to the right of him.

"What are you doing here anyway," Heiji whispered. "I already gave you all the details."

"I wanted a look for myself, hearing and seeing are two totally different things," Red Robin replied. "What happened to you being on the look out?"

"Didn't see anyone."

"Doesn't mean they still won't show up."

Red Robin then kneeled to the ground, giving the parts a look, checking to see the clean slice through the bones.

"Heiji was right, a straight blade was defiantly used."

Inspector Megure walked over as well, standing to the left of him.

"What about the message left behind, how do you want me to handle that?" Juzo asked.

"Do what you're supposed to," Red Robin replied standing back to his feet. "Send your unit after me, I'll just do my best not to cross paths with any of them."

"It's risky, but if you say so."

"Don't worry Inspector, it comes with the territory." Red Robin said turning to the opposite wall.

"Megure what about the survaliance footage," Heiji asked. "Is there a tape for what happened inside this place the time of the killing?"

"I'm afraid not," Juzo informed. "Someone not only rigged the security but probably took it with them."

"Great, guess that puts us at square one." Heiji said.

"We do have survaliance tapes from neighboring buildings if you and," Juzo began with a turn only to see Red Robin was gone.

"I hate when he does that." Heiji said.

"Where do you think he went?" Juzo asked.

"Making headway," Heiji replied. "I'm sure he'll have us one step further come tommarrow."

"You seem to know him better than I," Megure said looking to him. "I guess I'll take your word for it."

"Let's just hope he knows what he's doing." Heiji said to himself.

To Be Continued