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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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