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The Detective Prince

Chapter 61

Widespread Heist

Moments past as everything began to slowly register, reaching out to meet his. The grip was strong and firm, doing his best to match his. It was faint, but he learned just that much more about him with that one handshake.

"I'm glad to have the opportunity to meet you as well, Mr. Wayne."

"Call me Bruce, I prefer it," Bruce said in response. "I've heard a little about your situation, so that raises the question."

"The question?"

"How would you like to be addressed," Bruce asked. "By your true name, or your alias so to speak?"

"I'm fine with either one," Conan replied. "I'll leave that up to you to decide."

"Alright then Shinichi," Bruce said turning for the door. "Right this way."

He removed the bag from his shoulders, tossing it next to the door before following him out. They made their way down the hall he had come, opening the door which lead them back to the front room.

"Where are we going?" Conan asked as they headed down the stairs.

"Starting from the ground up."

He wasn't too sure what that meant, deciding not to give it much thought as they continued on. They reached the bottom of the stairs soon after.

"The kitchen is to the left from here," Bruce pointed. "I'd take you there now, but I'm certain you'd prefer to see everything else first."

"Works for me," Conan said. "I can always check out the kitchen later."

"Then it's settled."

They headed toward the right, coming to a stop after reaching the first of three doors in the area. He stepped aside as he opened the door. Conan was the first to walk in, his eyes widening at what he saw. There were books everywhere, piled across the many shelves throughout the room.

"So what do you think?" Bruce asked coming to his side.

"I don't even know where to begin," Conan said looking from one side of the room to the other. "This is like a mini library, how many books are in here in all?"

"Can't give you an exact number, but I can assure you there's more than enough to keep you occupied," Bruce replied. "Everything is organized alphabetically, so finding a book of choice shouldn't be hard to pin point."

"Thanks for the heads up."

"You can come in here anytime, we usually always keep this room unlocked." Bruce said turning back for the door.

He did the same in response, catching sight of a desk in the far corner on his way out. He followed him to the next room, hearing a soft circulating sound coming from the other side of the door.

"I wonder what that noise is."

He stood aside as Bruce unlocked the door, watching as he lightly pushed it to the side after doing so.

"Right after you."

He headed in from there, taking a few steps forward before coming to find what he had heard from the other side of the door. There stretched out across the center of the room sat a swimming pool.

"There's also a steam room over to the left there," Bruce informed after stopping at his side. "I don't know if you're much of a swimmer, but I thought you might want to see this."

"First a library, and now an inside pool," Conan said looking up at him. "Is there anything you don't have stashed up in this place of yours?"

"That's for you to find out." Bruce said heading back for the door. "Right this way, we still have a few key areas to cover."

He followed from behind as the two made their way out.

"For me to find out," Conan questioned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

They arrived back to the front room shortly after. He walked at his side as they made their way toward the third door near the far corner.

"Now for door number three, what will it be this time," Conan thought to himself. "Wouldn't be surprised if it was a space station of some kind."

Bruce was the first to head in this time with Conan following from close behind. It was not what he was expecting upon entering, looking around to see a well spaced out room. There was a desk in the right corner, with a fireplace being directly across from where he stood. He then turned to the left to see a single chair sitting beneath a large portrait upon the wall.

"What do you use this room for?" Conan asked.

"I come here to think," Bruce replied. "I enjoy having a place where I can go to collect my thoughts."

"So basically this is your study room?"

"You could call it that." Bruce said hearing the buzz of his phone from inside his jacket.

"This one's important," Bruce said checking to see who it was. "I have to take this, I'll be back momentarily."

With that he exited the study. Conan took this time to make his way over to the lone chair at the left. He stood there for the next few moments, resting his hands into his pocket at the sudden coolness. He then looked up at the portrait, not recognizing the man or woman in it.

"This is the only thing pinned on the wall in this room," Conan thought checking the other walls. "This Portrait must signify some kind of importance."

He then clutched the insides of his pocket after feeling the cool air again he had felt seconds prior.

"Where is that coming from?"

He took a step back to search the rest of the room. It didn't take long for him to catch sight of a window in the upper corner of the wall.

"That's the only window in here, and from what I can tell it's locked," Conan said. "So if it's not coming from the window, then where?"

A sudden sound could be heard from behind. He wasn't sure what it was, looking across the room at the desk to see something moving. He removed his hands from his pocket on the way over, coming to find the propellor on a model plane slightly pivoting from side to side. He then felt the cool air brush past the side of his face.

"I felt it even more so that time," Conan said with a turn. "I must be getting close."

He followed the cool drift of air throughout the room, finding himself heading toward the fire place. He took to a knee, reaching his hand in to check for any circulating of air.

"It's not coming from here," Conan said standing back to his feet. "But it must be right around here."

Then he saw, taking notice of a grandfather clock a few feet away from where he stood. He took a couple steps to the right, stopping after arriving in front of it.

"Could this be it?"

He could faintly see his reflection, carefully feeling around the edges of the clock. It didn't take long for him to come to a conclusion, taking a step back after accomplishing his task.

"So this is where all that cold air is coming from." Conan said as the sound of the door sliding open from behind could be heard.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." Bruce said rejoining him.

"Not at all," Conan said. "I found a way to keep myself entertained."

"I'm sure you've seen enough of this room by now," Bruce said. "Why don't I give you a tour of the garage?"

"Sounds good, but I have one question," Conan said. "What do you keep behind this clock here?"

"Excuse me?"

"Out of all the rooms we've visited, this one had a noticeable difference in temperature," Conan said. "It wasn't until I took note of that propeller on your desk that prompted me to look around."

"And you believe it's coming from the clock?"

"I know it is," Conan said. "I've checked every square inch of this room, why don't you give it a feel yourself?"

He did as he said, walking over to feel the sides of the clock.

"You're right," Bruce said stepping back. "I'll have to get this fixed up, especially with the colder months up ahead."

"Glad I was able to point it out."

"So what do you say we finish that tour?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Right this way." Bruce said leading the way once again.

It took roughly thirty minutes for him to get through the rest of the tour, heading back up the stairs after returning from the outside garden. He made his way back to the room, grabbing his bag from where it laid before having a seat at the side of the bed. He pulled out his phone moments later, finding he had forgotten to turn it off.

"It's almost juiced out, I better charge it before it shuts down on me."

He reached for his bag, zipping the side pocket open to pull out his phone charger. It didn't take long for him to find an outlet, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as he let his phone charge.

"It shouldn't take too long," Conan said laying back. "Nothing but a few minutes."

He looked to the ceiling, listening to the sound of the birds chirping outside the window. Without further thought, he closed his eyes, falling into a brief nap.

Everything had been prepared just as he had timed, standing in front of the sink to rinse off his hands after a job well done. He turned at the sound of the kitchen door swinging open from behind.

"So how did the tour go?" Alfred asked drying his hands with a rag aside the counter.

"Better than I'd hoped," Bruce said with a smile. "The kid's as remarkable as stated."

"So we've heard."

"I had to see it for myself," Bruce said leaning to the wall. "When Tim told me his identity had been deduced by some high school detective, my first thought was that he had gotten careless."

"And now?"

"He hasn't even been in this house for a day, and has already discovered the west entrance to the cave," Bruce informed. "He's passed half of my test, but failed to figure the other."

"I had no idea you planned on testing him," Alfred admitted. "If that was the first part of this test of yours, what was the other part?"

"For him to notice I was studying him," Bruce replied. "But I'm impressed none the less."

"Where is he now?"

"Up in the room," Bruce replied. "With the time differential between here and Japan, I wouldn't be surprised if he's asleep."

"Then we'll let him rest," Alfred said. "I'll check on him in the next hour or so."

"In the mean time I'll be down stairs," Bruce said pushing up from the wall. "I have something I need to go over, if you need me you know where to find me."

"Of course."

The sound of the phone beeping from the end of the bed alerted him. He pushed up from where he laid before reaching over to grab it.

"Looks like it's fully charged." Conan said removing the cord.

He brought the phone to his ear after dialing the number, listening to it ring for the first few seconds. It wasn't long after that he heard her knackered voice coming from the other end of the line.

"Isn't it too early for this?"

"What do you mean," Conan asked. "It's well past mid day."

"Six in the morning is considered past mid day to you?"

"Oops, I completely forgot about the time difference between here and there," Conan laughingly said. "Sorry for waking you Haibara."

"Time difference," Ai questioned. "Where are you exactly?"

"In Gotham," Conan replied. "It's a long story."

"How long do you plan on being there for?"

"For only about a week," Conan answered. "But we'll dicuss that later, what about those names I had you run a search on?"

"I was up until two, and didn't get to sleep until after three," Ai said with her voice slightly raising. "I think I'm entitled to some rest."

"But what about the names?"

The only response he received was that of the phone clicking off from the other end of the line.

"That must mean we'll talk later," Conan said with the shake of his head. "Ah, women."

He closed his phone from there, listening to the sound of someone approaching from the other side of the door. He dropped down from the bed just as the sound of a knock from the other side could be heard.

"Come right on in."

"Master Grayson is on his way back," Alfred said after entering. "Would you like to join us down stairs?"

"But I thought he wasn't planning on returning until tonight."

"It seems he's already finished whatever was on his agenda," Alfred said. "And before I forget, I was wrong about the time earlier."

"You were?"

"The battery on my watch had given out," Alfred informed. "I didn't really think about it afterward, but you actually arrived here some time after three."

"So what time is it now?"

"Nearly five thirty."

"Didn't realize I was out for that long, it might take awhile for my body to get used to the time switch."

"Indeed," Alfred said turning back for the hall. "I'll see you down stairs."

"Wait up," Conan said heading after him. "I'll come with you."

He followed him through the upper part of the house, dropping his hands into his pockets as they made their way down the stairs.

"It was around six when I called Haibara, and it's five something here," Conan thought as they continued on. "That must make it around a thirteen hour difference in time."

They came to a stop after reaching the bottom of the stairs.

"You're free to head into the TV room if you'd like," Alfred said. "I have a few things to wrap up in the kitchen in the mean time."

"Where's Bruce?"

"Last I checked he was out back looking over the plants," Alfred replied. "That was over thirty minutes ago, if you wish to speak with him you could try checking the study."

"I take it he spends a lot of time in there?"

"Very true."

The sound of the front door cracking open caused the two of them to look over. He raised a brow at who entered, surprised to see it wasn't Dick who had arrived. He stood in place as a young boy approached the two of them, removing the hood that sat atop his head after coming to a stop in front of them.

"Wherever did you run off to," Alfred asked taking a step forward. "I've been looking for you all day."

"Who's the kid with the glasses?"

Conan's eyes narrowed at this, feeling a sense of distance in his tone.

"Damian, this is Conan," Alfred replied. "He's that bright detective from Tokyo we heard so much about."

"So, you're Kudo." Damian said crossing his arms.

"That's right," Conan said with a nod. "It's strange though, out of everyone Tim spoke to me about he never mentioned a Damian."

"Doesn't surprise me."

"So what's your relation with Bruce?" Conan asked out of curiosity.

"I'm his son." Damian replied uncrossing his arms.

"I see, so that makes you Tim's little brother."

"What a family it is." Alfred side commented.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Damian." Conan said holding out his hand with a smile.

"How long is he staying for?" Damian asked after turning away from him.

"That has yet to be determined." Alfred replied.

"I'll be up in my room if I'm needed."

With that Damian made his way for the stairs, pushing past Conan with his arm knocking his shoulder.

"Why don't you give our guest a look in your room." Alfred suggested.

He came to a stop about half way up, turning back to face him.

"I have no interest in accompanying myself with any of Drake's riff raff associates," Damian stated. "Now if it's not too much to ask, I'd like to get a little rest before tonight."

The two of them looked on as he made his way up, watching as he pushed through the door.

"So, that's Damian."

"Don't let him discourage you," Alfred said coming to his side. "He's usually like that towards those he's not familiar with."

"You think he'll lighten up to me eventually?"

"Most certainly."

"I sure hope you're right," Conan said. "The last thing I'd want is to create any kind of feud."

"I don't think any of us would want that to occur," Alfred said turning to the left. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me for anything."

"Gotcha."

From there the two of them headed their separate ways. It didn't take long for him to reach the door, giving it a few knocks before hearing the sound of his voice from the other side of the door.

"It's unlocked."

He slowly pushed the door aside, walking in to see him sitting at the desk to the right.

"I thought I might find you in here."

"How may I help you Shinichi?" Bruce asked looking up from the pile of papers that lay stacked across the desk.

"I was just wondering where Tim is," Conan replied. "Does he live here as well?"

"He used to, but has his own place now," Bruce informed. "He's actually out in Dakota assisting a friend, he should be back as early as tomorrow."

"Thanks for the notification," Conan said heading over to the side of the desk. "What are you doing in here anyway?"

"Going over a state wide problem."

"What kind of problem?" Conan asked.

"High level weaponry has been getting passed around from city to city, most of it stolen," Bruce informed. "It wasn't until last week that it came into affect here in Gotham."

"How long has this been going on for?"

"For at least two months." Bruce replied while sitting up from the chair.

He grabbed his jacket that hung from the back of the chair, tossing it on before heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" Conan asked.

"For a little drive," Bruce replied. "I don't plan on being gone for long if you'd like to come along."

"Thanks for offering, but I'll have to pass," Conan said. "Still feeling a tad tired."

He followed him out of the office all the way to the front door before making his way toward the stairs.

"No shame in getting some rest," Bruce said as he reached for the knob. "You'll get used to the time change in the next few days."

He could hear the sound of the door closing from behind after taking a couple steps up, pulling himself along as he felt the urge to close his eyes.

"Let's hope it's sooner rather than later."

To Be Continued

The Detective Prince

Chapter 62

A Steel Encounter

All was rested to the mind as he slept through the night. It wasn't until well after mid night that something awoke him. It wasn't a sound, but rather something looming over the lower portion of the room. His eyes slid open at the sight, finding a small portion of light shinning in from the window.

"That light's too bright to be the moon, I wonder what's going on out there."

He pressed his hands down to his side, casually pushing up as his eyes slowly adjusted to the half dark room. He came to a dead stop after sitting up, feeling the slick frigid blade across his neck. Regardless of how dark it was, there was still enough light to make out who was at his side.

"Damian, what are you doing in here?"

"You and I are due for a little talk." Damian replied leisurely lowering the blade.

"It's two in the morning," Conan said looking to the clock at the bedside. "What's so important that it can't wait until tomorrow morning?"

Damian didn't reply, simply stepping back from where he stood. He steadily raised the sword, keeping his eyes fixated to his before launching forward with a daring swing. He cringed back in fear, closing his eyes in the process. He reopened them after a long a long pause, finding a small strand of his hair laying at his side.

"You're about as fragile minded as they come," Damian said lowering the sword to his side. "Let's hope this trip of yours is a short one, because you won't last very long around here."

He turned away seconds later, taking each step at a time as he made his way through the dark room. He came to a stop after pushing the door aside, glimpsing back at him for a final time.

"One last thing," Damian said resting the blade upon his shoulder. "Don't ever call me Drake's little brother again, it's insulting."

He left the room from there, softly closing the door on his way out. Everything seemed to have become darker, looking to find the light that had awoken him was nowhere to be seen. He took a deep breath, dropping back down to the comfort of the soft pillow. He stared into the dark space of the room before closing his eyes.

"This is going to be one long trip."

He laid there for minutes to come, slowly drifting off with each tick. All remained steady throughout the rest of the night. The next morning brought the sound of a loud roaring engine, gashing its way through the window side. It didn't take long for him to awake, sitting up from where he laid.

"I wonder what that was."

He wiped the sleep from his eyes before crawling out of bed, heading toward the dresser on the far side of the room. He left the room once dressed, glimpsing at the door across from his as he made his way down the hall. The sound of the TV running from the left side could be heard as he made his way down the stairs, looking up at the sound of someone entering in through the front door.

"I see you're finally awake," Alfred said stopping once reaching the bottom of the steps. "How did you sleep?"

"Couldn't have been any better."

"That's good to hear."

"There aren't many roads in this particular area," Conan said stepping down from the stairs. "Do you know what all that racket was about a couple minutes ago?"

"Nothing to be concerned, it was just a group of uptown bikers racing along the side of the road," Alfred informed. "That's what promoted me to go outside in the first place."

"Where's everyone else?" Conan asked looking around.

"Master Bruce left for an important meeting over an hour ago," Alfred replied. "And as far as I know, Damian has yet to come from his room."

He looked down at his watch to check the time, surprised at what he saw.

"It's almost two O'clock," Conan said looking back up. "Can't believe I was asleep that long."

"I predicted that much."

"What about last night," Conan asked. "Did Dick ever show up?"

"As a matter a fact he did," Alfred confirmed with a nod. "He arrived shortly after you had taken off to your room."

"That means I must have fallen asleep by the time he arrived."

"No worriers," Alfred said. "He's on his way here now."

"That's good to know," Conan said. "There's something we're supposed to discuss as it is."

"Well you won't have to wait long," Alfred assured. "He called over twenty minutes ago, so he should be here anytime now."

"In that case I'll just wait it out here." Conan said having a seat at the third step from the bottom.

The sound of something ringing from inside the kitchen instantly caused the two of them to look that way.

"What was that?"

"Duty calls I'm afraid," Alfred replied before heading toward the sound of the ring. "If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen."

He pulled his phone out as he sat in wait, coming to find a couple missed calls from his friends.

"It's two in the morning back in Tokyo," Conan said dropping the phone to his side. "I'll have to wait until tonight some time to call them back."

The sound of the gate could be heard sliding to the side after minutes of waiting. He stood up from where he sat, looking over just in time to see him head in through the front door.

"Glad to see you're up and going," Dick said closing the door from behind. "When I called awhile ago you were still asleep."

"Sorry I missed you last night."

"Don't sweat it," Dick said. "I had a lot to do as it was, heard you got a tour of the house."

"Sure did."

"How'd that go?"

"About as good as it can get," Conan replied. "So what brings you here, did you come to discuss that case you told me about?"

"That, and I also came here to let you know Tim has returned from his trip to Dakota," Dick replied. "He flew in some time this morning."

"Does he know I'm here?" Conan asked.

"I figured you'd want to let him know yourself."

"Where is he now?"

"Getting ready to speak at a public event," Dick replied. "He's helping to sponsor a youth fitness program they have set to begin in the next few weeks."

"Sounds like fun," Conan said. "Not to flip gears or anything, but you never did tell me the full extend of what caused the deaths of those victims you mentioned."

"You mean the heart attacks?"

He nodded in response.

"So what is it you think triggered the heart attacks," Conan asked. "Did any of them happen to have any similar health issues?"

"That's defiantly a possibility, but something I haven't looked into," Dick replied. "It's not what was discovered in the heart that caught my attention, but rather what was found in each of their brains."

"And what is it you came across?"

"Plumbism," Dick replied. "It was very apparent after taking a look at their prefrontal cortexes."

"How low were the volumes levels?"

"Low enough for sufficient damage."

"So what's the catch, do you think their heart attacks were triggered from lead poisoning?"

"It's a possibility, but I have yet to find out how they got the lead into their system."

"Not an easy task, considering the amount of possibilities," Conan said. "There's plenty of facilities that present a high risk, such as working with auto mechanics or painting."

"That's not what I had in mind," Dick said. "We have over fifty people who have died with these same results, and that's just counting this last week."

"So what are you suggesting?"

"It's too much of a coincidence, there has to be more to it than that."

"Let me guess, you think someone is triggering all of this?"

"The how is what I haven't been able pin point as of yet," Dick stated. "Or the why for that matter."

"That just means we have a lot of work to do," Conan said. "If what you think holds true of course."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small device after feeling it vibrate from within his pocket.

"What is that," Conan asked. "Some kind of pager?"

"Sort of, it's linked to a security system I've been using to keep tabs on a few things," Dick replied before turning for the door. "I'm heading into the city, you're free to come along if you'd like."

"Where are you going?"

"I plan on meeting with a friend, but I can drop you off in front of the construction site on my way there."

"A construction site?"

"Yea, the one Tim will be holding his speech at," Dick informed. "It's only about a twenty minute drive from here."

"You can count me in," Conan said walking up to his side. "The sooner I talk with him, the better."

"I figured that much," Dick said reaching into his pocket. "This is for you, you'll need it for clearance."

"Clearance for what?" Conan asked taking the key card into his hand.

"Everything requires a form of insurance these days, it will enable you to get past the security they have set up."

"Gotcha."

They headed out the front door from there, walking down the long fleet of stairs before getting into the car. He rolled down the windows as they drove, allowing for the air to flow in. Conan tapped his finger to the side of the seat as they drove, thinking of all the possibilities that it could be.

"You said there were over fifty deaths in the past week in regards to this case you've been working."

"That's correct."

"So tell me," Conan said looking his way. "Where did these heart attacks occur?"

"All around the world," Dick replied. "There is no specific place, that's what has made it so difficult to pin point the source of the problem."

"That just makes things a lot more complex."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it, it's only a matter of time before we make a break."

"That's one thing to think about, but then there's also the why," Conan said. "If someone is in fact responsible, they must have a motive."

"And we probably won't find out what it is until we find the person responsible," Dick said. "That is if what I believe holds true."

Things fell silent for the next few minutes. He turned on the radio as they drove on, listening to the weather broadcast for the day up until the end of the week. He could tell they were getting close, looking out the window to see a large construction site in the near distance.

"Any idea what they plan on building?" Conan asked.

"I know for a fact they're building an inside gym along with an outside track," Dick replied. "They also plan on setting up two smaller facilities out back, what they'll be used for is beyond me at this point."

"Guess we'll have to wait and see."

He casually lost speed as they paved the way, finding a spot near the end of the block before coming to a stop.

"We're here, this is as far as I go," Dick said. "If you need me to pick you up in the next hour or so be sure to call."

"Will do," Conan said pushing the door open. "You're positive he'll be here?"

"He's been planning this for the past two weeks, he'll be here." Dick assuringly replied.

With that he exited the car, waving as he watched him head off back into the direction they had come.

"Now to get some things cleared up."

He headed over to a group of people who stood in a long line, making his way to the back before looking up at the sky. He took notice of an officer near the gate door after facing forward. The weather was mild, making for a manageable wait. He reached into his pocket as the line progressed forward, pulling out the key card that was given to him. Just as it was his turn to enter past the gate he felt someone grab hold of his left hand, looking up to find a woman dressed in a light sweater with a hood laying over her head at his side.

"Not to be too fast pressing, but I'm going to need to see your entry card," The officer said from the side of the gate door. "We have a lot of spectators coming in, so I'd like to keep this as fast moving as we can."

Her grip tightened, glimpsing down at him with an softening grin.

"Alright honey, give the gentleman the card."

He became lost within the moment, captivated by her alluring eyes. He could feel the card slide out of his grasp, turning just in time to see the security guard slide the card which caused the door to slide open.

"You two are cleared to head in." The guard said before handing her the card.

"Thanks officer." She said with a nod.

She pulled him along as the two walked in, making their way past a group of people before coming to a stop. She kneeled down in front of him, brushing a red streak of her hair to the side as she slowly moved in closer.

"Appreciate the help handsome." She thanked before giving him a small peck on the cheek.

Everything fell stiff, feeling her slide the card into his pocket before watching her disappear amongst the crowd.

"Did I just let her use me to get past security?"

It took a few moments for everything to ease in to the mind, looking into the direction she had headed into.

"What could be so important that she used me to get in here," Conan said following after her. "Only one way to find out."

He carefully made his way past those standing around, taking notice of a fleet of chairs to the left lined up in front of a small stage.

"That must be where he'll be speaking at."

He faced forward once again only to unintentionally bump into someone which caused his glasses to fall from his eyes. Not wanting to lose any extra ground, he decided to leave them there for the time being. He finally caught sight of her after a few extra steps, taking cover behind a light pole.

"I knew she couldn't have gotten far, not with those boots she's wearing," Conan said. "But how did she know I came alone, was she watching me?"

He watched her from the tree she stood under, taking notice of the gloves on her hand he had failed to notice earlier.

"I wonder what's with the gloves."

He continued to look on from his position. It wasn't until another minute passed that a man dressed in a suit of black approached her.

"Looks like we're finally getting somewhere."

He did his best to get a look at his face, catching sight of an eye patch over his left eye. The hat atop his head made it hard for him to get a clearer view. The two engaged in conversation shortly after.

"Can't hear a word they're saying," Conan thought to himself. "But it's not like I can move in any closer, they'll most certainly see me."

He continued to look on, watching as the mystery man pulled a mini remote from within his jacket. The two exchanged a few additional words before he pressed down to the remote. She seemed delighted by this, smiling in response. Something dashed past his eyes. It was brief, but he had seen it.

"What was that flash of light." Conan said looking around.

He looked to all sides, unable to find where the light had come from. It then happened for a second time. He shot his head into the direction it had come from, looking up to a building overlooking the site to see someone holding a sniper in hand.

"That's not good," Conan said pushing away from the pole. "Looks like I'll have to put my little operation on hold."

He quickly raced over to a group of people, tugging at the end of a woman's dress to get her attention.

"How may I help you?" She asked looking down at him.

"There's a man with a gun on the roof," Conan pointed. "Someone needs to call the police."

"You have quite the imagination little boy." She said before turning away.

He then walked over to the left, tapping a man from behind who instantly glared down at him.

"Not now kid, can't you see I'm busy?"

He tried informing a few others, only to receive similar results.

"What's wrong with theses people," Conan said looking back to the roof to see the sniper still in position. "No one seems to want to listen to me."

There was only one thing left that came to mind, checking his watch to find he only had one stunner left.

"Only got one shot," Conan said taking aim. "Gotta make this count."

He quickly scoured the area, coming across a young man wearing a pair of glasses with a fine dress suit on.

"He looks well to do," Conan said locking down to the back of his neck. "I don't think anyone will have a problem listening to him."

Without hesitation he fired away, stepping back in anticipation of his fall. Surprisingly nothing happened.

"It didn't work!"

He walked forward, coming to a stop after finding his launched stunner laying on the ground. He reached for it, his eyes widening after finding it had snapped in half.

"There's just no way," Conan thought with the shake of his head. "I've never had a stunner have no affect, let alone break on me."

He then narrowed his eyes up at the man who stood over him,

"Was something wrong with the stunner, or did it have something to do with him?"

Just as he stood back to his feet a freighting scream glided past his ears. It caused everyone who heard it to look into that direction.

"And here I thought things couldn't get any worse."

To Be Continued