Detective Conan and Magic Kaito characters, settings, and ideas do not belong to me but to Aoyama Gōshō.


Warnings: Violence, language, and character death


Blackout

A Collaborative Story by Stelra Etnae, neonquincy1217, and Taliya


Kudo Shinichi
Thursday, September 7: Thirteen minutes after initiation of Operation Raven


Temporarily restored nineteen-year-old Kudo Shinichi's feet pattered along the seemingly empty space, the sound drowned out by the report of gunfire that echoed within his metal and concrete environs. Within the cavernous building, members of the Organization fought against agents from the Japanese PSB and Tokyo MPD, American FBI and CIA, British MI6, German BND, and Canadian CSIS.

In the thirteen minutes past ten o'clock—the initiation of Operation Raven—he had managed to take out three unnamed members of the Organization with the judicious use of several smaller pieces of laboratory equipment lying about and a few well-aimed kicks. The base of the Organization's operations was a series of interconnected warehouses in Kawagoe's Warehouse District, the interiors of which had been either converted to offices or partitioned off by the strategic placement of various larger pieces of laboratory equipment that provided plenty of places to hide. He had managed to sneak in via a window near the ceiling: a nod to Kaitou KID was needed, as he had seen the thief in action too many times to not pick up some of his tricks.

His Sig Sauer, smuggled into the country courtesy of his parents, was clenched tightly in his right hand and ready at a moment's notice, though he carried it only as a last resort. He still preferred concussions to dead bodies any day. He peered out from behind an incubator, studying the layout. He fleetingly wondered if this had been one of the places Haibara had worked in, but his attention snapped towards the sound of running feet. He tensed, ready to run or fight as they came nearer. Sweat trickled down his temple, and he adjusted his grip on his gun, just in case.

His time as Edogawa Conan—despite the utter pain becoming a six year old again had been, had also had the unexpected bonus of several new and rather capable allies—primarily in the form of the American FBI. He had, not long after having had his plan to save Akai Shuichi's cover from Furuya Rei's investigation implemented, been approached by the American sniper with the intention of laying down the framework to take down the Organization.

The FBI had discreetly approached the intelligence agencies of various other countries, and thus a plan to bring the Organization to light had been hatched. Many of the agents gathered had initially objected to a child participating in such an operation, but they had quieted after he had laid out his proposal. None could find any major loopholes with his strategy, and thus they had begun working out the details: obtaining blueprints, taking a headcount, and estimating how much firepower their common enemy possessed. All that planning had culminated into this one night.

He winced as the report of shots rang out, followed by shrieks of pain and the unforgettable thud of bodies hitting the floor. That sound would haunt him for the rest of his life. Peering around the incubator, he barely had time to see who had been downed, let alone who the shooter was when he jerked back behind the safety of the incubator, a shot ringing against the steel machine.

"I know you're there," the shooter growled, and a chill swept down Shinichi's spine at the sound of Gin's voice.

Shinichi considered his two options. He could remain where he was, but he would be unable to leave due to Gin's presence; or he could make a run for it and hope that Gin was not the marksman that the detective knew he was. Taking a breath, he launched himself from his hiding spot, making a dash for the next table over when a searing pain in his leg blindsided him. He stumbled and collapsed to the floor with a pained yelp, realizing from the angle at which his leg had folded and twisted that his femur had likely been shattered by Gin's bullet. He squirmed on the floor in agony, breath hissing between clenched teeth as calm footsteps approached him. The sedative dart in his watch was useless against this man even had he not already used it—a hard-earned lesson learnt through experience. With great effort he uncurled himself long enough to glare at his would-be killer.

Gin gazed coldly back down, gun aimed at him. "Goodbye, little boy," he sneered mockingly and pulled the trigger.

There was a brief flare of excruciating agony between his eyes, then—

—nothing.


Written by Taliya