IMPORTANT!
I'm positive that you readers don't and won't read this msg cause you want to read the story, so this is just letting you know that at the end of the chapter there is an author's note that is extremely important.
Gin and Vodka had been given a mission to assassinate this man who knew too much about the organization. They were in the Porsche parked outside of a nightclub. This was a shady neighborhood so they weren't too worried about killing someone in a simple alleyway as long as they didn't leave any evidence behind.
A man stumbled out of the nightclub, drunk. He was swaying this way and that, trying to make his way to an alley.
Gin and Vodka saw their chance. They got out of the car and followed the man. The alley the man had entered was deserted. The man had his back to them and Gin simply pulled out his gun and shot him. That was an easy job.
However, they had failed to see the woman that had walked out of the club after they had started for the alley. When Gin and Vodka turned around to make their way back to the Porsche, they saw her standing ten feet in front of them with her hands in front of her chest.
"Nice to see you got the job done quickly, Gin, Vodka," the woman said.
Gin and Vodka took their guns out and aimed it at the woman. They could not see her face, for the shadows of the buildings were blocking her face.
"That's a greeting I haven't gotten in five years. Don't you recognize me?" the woman asked. She stepped further into the alley and they could now see her smirking face.
"Silver."
"Glad to see you haven't forgotten, Gin," the woman now known as Silver said.
"I didn't know you were still alive," Vodka commented.
"I'm not a traitor so why would I be dead?" Silver asked.
"You disappeared for five years," Gin replied.
"You've never gotten a mission to come after me though, right?" she asked.
Vodka shook his head.
"I've been in America. The new budding singer, Angel," Silver explained.
Recognition flashed across Gin and Vodka's face and it was gone as fast as it had come. Vermouth had mentioned Angel a few times. It was ironic that Silver had chosen that as her stage name.
Silver was a part of the organization even though her codename was not an alcoholic beverage. The reason was unknown and it would give them an advantage anyway. Silver was a high ranking member of the Black Organization; the same rank as Gin.
Her aim was perfect and she was incredibly intelligent, just like Gin. She could also get out of practically any situation, just like Gin. What would you expect when the one who trained her was Gin?
However, she was nicknamed "Angel" by the organization. You could say she was the "purest" of them all. Silver did not kill unless absolutely necessary. She did not enjoy doing it unless the one she was sent to assassinate had done something horrible. If it was a mission to kill someone because they knew too much, Silver would usually avoid those. However, even though she was not a fan of killing, she kidnapped, blackmailed, and did many illegal things without batting an eye.
Silver was younger than Gin by about eight years. Five years ago, she had suddenly disappeared from the organization, but apparently no one had gotten a mission to assassinate her. They had all thought her already dead, but she did have a point: she didn't die easily.
Some members could not believe such a young girl was in the organization and had such a high rank too. However, what they found most unbelievable was how "pure" she was.
"Are you coming back with us?" Vodka asked.
"Yeah," Silver replied.
Without another word, the three headed toward the Porsche and got in. Silver sat in the back. Gin drove to one of their hideouts.
After walking through a magnificent building, Silver sat in front of a computer with Gin and Vodka at her side.
"It's nice to see you again, Silver," anokata said.
"Same to you. Though, I must say that I would've liked to see you in person," Silver replied.
"Yes. I trust your stay in America was good," anokata said.
"Yes, it was," Silver replied. She then got out of her seat and Gin and Vodka stepped forward.
"I trust the mission was successful," anokata said. It was more of a statement than a question.
Gin and Vodka nodded.
"Good. Vodka, can you step outside for a minute?" anokata ordered.
Vodka nodded again and stepped out of the room.
"This next mission will be to kill a traitor. He has given away information and had run to the FBI when on a mission. His name is Jason Mikami. The FBI is hiding him. I want him found, and I want him dead. Gin, Silver will accompany you on this mission. I want a report when the job is done," anokata said.
"Okay," Silver responded. Gin nodded.
"Vermouth," Silver called.
Said person turned around.
"Silver! I thought you were dead!" Vermouth exclaimed.
Silver sweat dropped.
"I'm alive, damn it! I'm standing right here!" she thought.
"No, I don't die easily," Silver replied.
"How was America, 'Angel?'" Vermouth asked.
"You knew?" Silver asked.
"I had a suspicion," Vermouth replied.
"It was okay. How've you been?" Silver asked.
"I've been okay. It's been boring," Vermouth replied.
The two girls arrived at Silver's room.
"Vermouth? Can you lend me something to wear to sleep? All my stuff is at the hotel I was staying at," Silver explained.
"Sure." Vermouth walked out of the room and down the hall to hers, while Silver took a quick shower.
Vermouth walked back into the room just as Silver stepped out of the bathroom. She handed the black spaghetti strap and the very short white shorts.
When Silver saw the nightclothes, she raised an eyebrow. Those were most definitely not what she expected.
"They were from when you lent it to me five years ago. I figured you wouldn't want to wear what I do when I go to sleep," Vermouth replied with a smirk.
Silver grimaced. She absolutely didn't want to wear that. Vermouth wore negligees to bed and Silver found them too short and too revealing.
The next morning, Silver woke up at five. She had a frightening dream; she wouldn't call it a nightmare. When it actually happened in her life, then she would say it was a nightmare. Walking over to the window, she looked outside and saw the beautiful ocean.
The sun wasn't even up yet, but she couldn't get back to sleep, so she just sat by her window and continued to look outside until the sun started to rise.
Silver walked over to the closet and grabbed a pair of faded blue jeans and a plain white tank top. On her feet, she wore white shoes. Grabbing her black coat, she walked out of her room, locked the door, and headed down the hall to Gin's room. He would be up by now. Gin usually woke at dawn.
She knocked on the door and didn't wait long before he opened it.
Stepping out of his room, Gin locked the door and walked down the hall with Silver. There was an uncomfortable silence between them, but unless you could tell from their expressionless face, you wouldn't have known.
They walked out of the hideout and over to Gin's Porsche. The two of them got in and silence passed while they headed toward the city.
Normally, you would be talking about what to do and how to find this person you were going to kill, but it was completely silent. Gin and Silver were a different pair. They already knew what the other were thinking when it came to a mission like this.
Before Silver had disappeared for five years, she and Gin had been partners. They were the best team and completed all the missions they were given. Though, Silver often wore a grimace when it came to killing. The two had not always gone on missions together. Silver had often worked with others in the organization; like scientists, and weapons masters. While she was busy doing that kind of stuff, Gin went on solo missions.
They were parked in a parking lot. When the traitor had escaped, he had not escaped unscathed. Apparently, Jason Mikami had a partner and that same partner had been injured during Jason's escape. However, he had managed to shoot Jason twice; once in his thigh and another in his shoulder. The FBI had gotten him out of there and put into a hospital. The only problem right now was that Silver and Gin had no way of finding Jason Mikami.
They had however, narrowed the hospitals down to three. Silver was to infiltrate the first one as a patient.
Silver normally had shoulder length brown hair with blue highlights, but she had dyed it a dirty blonde color for the mission.
Silver and Gin both got out of the car and Silver walked a few feet in front of Gin. Gin stepped away from the car, reached into his coat for his gun, and quickly shot Silver four times. The first three grazed her arms and left leg and the fourth went to her left shoulder, however, Gin made sure it didn't hit anything that would cause permanent damage.
Silver fell to the floor gasping. "I guess I forgot how much a bullet hurts…not to mention multiple bullets," she thought.
While she was gasping for air, Gin hurried into his car and drove away. Security or someone who worked close to there would come soon. He would however, watch from a distance.
Okay, I'm sure some of you who watch and follow the episodes of Detective Conan find the mission somewhat familiar. This is just to answer some of your questions.
Mizunashi, Rena is currently not in the story because I'm disregarding that part.
Vermouth is OOC and will probably continue to be. I do sometimes try to make the characters as close to their original personalities as possible (and I've only succeeded in my story Choice. According to my readers of that story, the characters aren't OOC)
Everyone else might also be OOC. I can't help that and I'm sorry.
Sherry and Gin had no romantic relation (I'm a big fan of that pairing, but I don't want anything like that in my story, at least not this time)
Anokata means "that person"
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and let me know what you think.