Shinichi's prodigious brain was going at full speed. The hamster was running so fast that smoke was coming from the wheel's hinges. The switch to the light bulb was being pummelled.
But he still couldn't think of a damn way out of this situation. Watch and belt empty, shoes soaked through and more than a bit short-circuited from his dip in the Teimuzu. He'd thought getting washed away would make them lose his trail, but no good. They were too good.
Now he was staring down the barrels of two guns. This time, there were no police around to stay their hands.
"Kudo," Gin sneered. "I'm going to do what I should have done in the first place." He nodded to his partner, who pointed his gun at Shinichi's skull. Gin, however, lowered his gun, to Shinichi's surprise. He reached into his coat, first removing a pair of black, evil-looking sunglasses, which he slid into place, careful not to let them catch on his hair. Then he reached in his coat again, this time withdrawing something slim and silver. Shinichi blinked quizzically at it. What was it, poison darts or something? Hadn't Gin learned his lesson about using poison?
Gin rotated his thumb on the back of the little silver tube, causing the top to pop up, exposing a little red light. What…?
There was a whine, and a flash.
Things went fuzzy. The brain ran to a halt. The hamster had fallen over. The switch to the lightbulb had been lost.
You've been very ill. Take this pill and you will be all right.
There was a hand, holding a pill. The pill would make everything all right.
You have been very ill. You will go home now. You will not wonder what has happened.
He ate the pill. Faintly, he felt a burning sensation, and darkness. These experiences slowly became sharper, more focused.
When he woke up, for some reason he was lying under a bridge over the Teimuzu, bare-ass naked, with his head swimming. He tried to remember. He'd been ill, hadn't he? He needed to go home. He needed to get some clothes.
As he tottered off, Gin- also known as G- smirked. Mission accomplished, liability neutralized. Flashing always did the trick.
This was going to be a bit of funsies for April Fool's Day, but thanks to Mother Nature taking out my internet and indeed my power periodically, didn't happen. So here it is now. The Men In Black doing what they do best :P I should really call this a crossover, but that would spoil the punchline….
I don't own Detective Conan or the Men In Black… unless I created them and then I got flashied so that I forgot that I did. Did I? I can't remember.
