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It had been five years.
Kudo Shifted his weight from one leg to the other as he waited
for the signal to turn so he could cross the snow-packed street.
Five Long years.
The incident had all
started with that phone call.
"Kogoro Mouri's Detective
Agency, Kogoro Speaking." Mouri had said as Conan listened in,
"Can I help you?"
"Father? Father, HELP M--"
Ran's voice was muffled and was replaced by a sinister voice that
Conan knew all too well.
"We have your daughter." Gin
said, his vicious grin echoing through his voice. "If you want
her to go on living, you will do exactly what I say. You are going to
be down by the docks in warehouse 240 in two hours, no cops, no
back-up."
"YOU BASTARDS!" Kogoro shouted into the
phone, "YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS!"
Gin laughed and
continued, "Oh, and bring Shinichi Kudo with you. We have some
questions for him."
He hung up.
"HOLD ON, YOU
BASTARD!" Mouri shouted and then slammed the phone down. "Where
am I going to find that Detective Kid on such short notice?"
With his cover blown and Ran's life hanging in the balance, there
was no reason for Conan to hide it anymore.
"He is far
closer then you think, uncle." He said, "Come on, I will
explain on the way, we need to stop by the Professor's to pick up
some things, though."
They head quickly out the door.
"So... You were that Detective Kid all
along..." Mouri looked a little disoriented by the revelation,
but was keeping his cool. "I suppose I knew it all along, but it
was so far-fetched." His eyes hardened and he glared at the boy
sitting in the seat next to him. "We will talk about this more,
later, boy."
"Would you be quiet about it already? We
are almost there." Haibara said angrily. She had insisted on
coming along, presumably to keep an eye on Doctor Agasa.
"You
understand that watch I gave you, right, Mouri-Kun?" Agasa had
had several of the quick firing tranquilizer watches prepared, since
Conan was not the only one who could use one.
"Yeah, I get
it, Professor." Mouri said.
The breaks of the beetle
squealed as the car came to a stop.
The
Squealing breaks of the huge truck broke Conan out of his daze and he
began to cross the street.
Five years since then. Five years
since everything had gone to Hell.
End Part 1
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