Disclaimer: not mine. Movie-verse and Anime-verse.
Summary – For Takagi-puppy and Sato-kitty.
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~Chapter 2~ Metropolitan Police Detective Story ~
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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T FIND THE BODY?!"
The detectives of Beika-cho's homicide department cringed at the angry yelling coming from Megure-keibu's desk. Slowly but surely, detectives made their way to the door with murmurs of needing coffee or smoke breaks with the unfortunate exception of homicide team one, who's desks were directly in front of Megure's desk.
Unable to escape, Takagi and Chiba made a valiant effort to look busy and even Shiratori seemed inordinately involved in re-organizing his desk drawers. Sato was the only one who was blatantly watching the vein in Megure's forehead throb.
"You were supposed to have the autopsy done yesterday! And now you're telling me that the body is missing from the morgue?!" Megure slammed his fist down on his desk hard enough to make the coffee in his cup slosh over the edge. "Have you idiots even done the autopsy or have you forgotten about that too?!"
Sato kicked her partner's foot lightly under the desk. She caught his eye when he looked up and shifted her eyes to Megure without any other movement. Takagi, as always, caught her hint and started short-handing a transcript of Megure's conversation as subtly as possible. Satisfied that her partner was paying close attention to the conversation she went back to listening and committing information to memory.
Megure had been in a black mood for the last few days after various files for the attack on the tower had gone missing. Then his acquisition forms to transport the remains of the helicopter from evidence to forensics had gotten lost… twice. And now it seemed the body of the foreigner Conan had led them to was missing from the morgue. It was starting to look like the only reliable evidence from a case involving so many high-ranking detectives was going to be their own testimonies. Sato felt a cover-up slowly working its way down the pipes and it left a bad taste.
"IDIOTS!" Megure slammed the phone back in its cradle and rounded on his team for a full session of heated shouting about the progress of the case when the doors of the homicide precinct swung open hard banging the walls loudly. His team winced, wondering who was insane enough to approach Megure when he was barely holding his temper together as it was. They rushed to their feet respectfully when they realized just who had walked in.
"Matsumoto-keishi, I suppose this isn't a social call," Megure challenged, glaring at the intimidating solidarity of the police superintendent flanked by officials.
For a moment, Mastumoto's eyes softened sadly at his subordinate before closing and the look was gone. "No, it's not," he answered darkly. "As of this moment, all investigating pertaining to the attack on Touto Tower and events prior has been deemed classified," Matsumoto-keishi announced. "I must ask that all detectives hand in any and all relevant reports, research, and data files." The two officials with him held out large boxes and began making their way down the aisles of desks.
Takagi locked eyes with Sato across his desk and gulped at the burning anger in her eyes. She began pulling folders from her drawers and slamming them on her desk none too gently. He followed suit much more hesitantly.
"Megure-keibu, I really must protest this course of action," Shiratori protested, making no attempt to gather his own materials. "This is our investigation; we were the first on the scene. And I don't see how an event so public can be written off as classified."
"Noted, Shiratori-kun," Megure answered, never dropping his glare at Matsumoto. "I will go on record protesting this as well. I thought surely you of all people would want us to get to the bottom of this case, Kiyonaga-kun."
"I'm sorry it's come to this," Matsumoto answered evenly. "Nevertheless, this order comes from above and you will all comply."
With a final sigh, Shiratori began clearing files out of his desk. Chiba dumped his own pile of folders in the box. "Your police notebook too," the official holding the box ordered roughly. The detectives of homicide team one looked up in surprised unison at that, exchanging looks ranging from confusion to outright anger.
"But I have information for other cases there," Chiba protested.
"Megure-keibu, this really is too much," Shiratori agreed. Takagi looked to Sato for her reaction and caught the flash of righteous determination in her eyes before her face went oddly blank.
"Do as they say, Chiba-kun," Megure ordered in a steely tone the detectives rarely heard. Reluctantly, and with an expression like he had been asked to give away a cherished pet, Chiba dropped his police notebook into the box and sat down sadly where he could no longer look at the box. Shiratori all but threw his stack of paperwork into the box of the official on his side of the desks in a rare display of emotionalism. The official holding the box had to take a few steps forward not to overbalance from the force of Shiratori's action. Takagi was actually shocked when Sato demurely placed her organized stack in the box.
"Your police notebook," the non-descript official demanded.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Sato answered with a charming smile. "Takagi-kun and I only stopped in to get some coffee and a few things done before we leave again. I left mine in the car. If you like, I can go get it for you right now." The other members of team one stared at Sato in surprise for making such a rookie mistake. Shiratori flashed a look at Takagi for his reaction. Takagi, for his part was caught off guard that Sato would dare make such a blatant lie in the face of such high-ranking superiors.
"Sato-kun, as a senior member of the force, you should know to keep your notebook on you at all times," Megure scolded.
Matsumoto stared down at Sato with sharp searching eyes. "…I see," he finally said. "And I suppose your partner left his there as well?"
Takagi burned with a heavy blush feeling the eyes of most of the room fall on him at the implication that any of his belongings dare be left among Sato's. "Ah… y-yes, I did," he stuttered under Shiratori's sharp glare.
"Well, go and get them," Megure ordered gruffly, directing his angry glare back to Matsumoto, "And be quick about it."
"Yes sir," Sato answered sounding almost chipper before rounding her desk to Takagi's side of the aisle and hooking her arm through his. "Come on, Takagi-kun, let's go." She hauled him after her leaving a contemplative Shiratori in her wake and Takagi's paperwork for someone else to turn in. The two men collecting reports exchanged looks and one followed Sato and Takagi out the door.
"Well, here you go," Sato smiled at the man sweetly; dropping two notebooks she had just pulled out of the glove compartment into the box. The official left grumbling about unprofessional detectives and not being paid to walk all over parking garages for two lousy notebooks.
Takagi observed Sato's hawk-glare at the man and kept silent besides her waiting until they saw him disappear into the parking garage elevator. "Why did you have extra police notebooks?" Takagi asked in hushed voice after their shadow had left.
"Shh," Sato hissed, giving a policeman's appraising search of the parking garage before walking around the car and slipping into the passenger's seat. Takagi took the hint and got in the car after her. He was about to turn on the car out of sheer habit when her hand on his stopped him.
"I've had the strangest feeling for a few days now that someone has been in my desk," she finally explained still keeping a watch for anyone coming. "So I thought it would be a good idea to start making backups of things important to the investigation, just in case. I made a copy of yours too. I tried to copy your handwriting as best I could."
Takagi unconsciously put a hand to his breast pocket over his notebook. "This means we're the only ones who still have our investigation notes," he mused.
"Takagi-kun, we're both violating direct orders now." Sato gave him a hard look. "If we keep investigating, and we're caught, it won't be a demotion this time. We could get fired over this. You don't have to follow me down this path."
Takagi's hands worried at the steering wheel while he considered his words. "Sato-san… do you believe… I mean, do you consider me… your partner?"
Sato's blinked at the sudden off-topic question. "Of course I do, Takagi-kun. I've always thought of us as partners."
"Then… you never need to ask me whether or not I'll follow you on a case." Takagi was almost talking to his hands gripping the wheel tightly. "No matter how dangerous it might be, or if all you have is a hunch or bad feeling…" He stopped his ramble when her slender hand covered his left and squeezed his hand fiercely. He chanced a glance her way to find her nearly as red as he was and staring intently somewhere around her knees.
"Thank you," she answered softly before they lapsed into a comfortable silence, in which he released his death grip on the steering wheel to better hold hers.
A soft ding from across the parking garage was the only warning Takagi heard before Sato gave a hard pull on his hand forcing him down across the front seats. She slid down into the foot space of her own seat. "Sato-sa…" Her hand clapped across his mouth before he could finish and the echoing footsteps in the empty parking lot answered his question for him. After a quick meeting of eyes, they both cautiously raised themselves to peek over the dashboard.
Matsumoto stood behind his two aides while they loaded boxes confiscated from evidence lockup into the trunk of a black sedan along with the recently confiscated paperwork. "If we're quite done here, I'd like to return to my office and get some honest work done today. I'll leave the rest of this distasteful affair to you," Matsumoto positively seethed.
"Of course, Matsumoto-keishi," one of the men replied in a tone that could almost be described as derisive. "The commissioner's office thanks you for your help today. Just remember not to stray too far from your leash." The two detectives in hiding couldn't help but notice Matsumoto's fists clench at his sides and the flex of his jaw before he turned on his heels and made for the elevator.
Sato motioned for Takagi to duck back down below the dashboard where they waited for both Matsumoto and the black sedan to leave. "What in the world is going on with this case?" Takagi wondered, hearing the car turn the corner. He righted himself to give Sato room to climb back into her seat.
"Whatever it is, I'd rather talk about it somewhere no one will see us," Sato replied, giving the empty garage a scrutinizing glare. "Just drive us somewhere. Get us away from here for a while."
Takagi obediently turned the engine and left the police station parking garage behind them. He glanced in the rearview mirror when a loud engine rev echoed off the concrete walls from an unfamiliar motorcycle pulling out of a parking space as they exited the building onto the street.
"Do you think there's any chance we can get copies of the news footage from that night," Sato asked in a low voice once the police station was out of sight. "I know most of the news crews on scene for the 8:00 live taping stayed late to film exterior shots for the 10:00 news."
"Megure-keibu collected all footage taken that night and entered it in evidence. I was going to start checking it this afternoon," Takagi answered back with a tensing in his jaw.
"Damn, that means it's all been confiscated." Sato bit a nail angrily. "We'll have to rely on eyewitnesses then."
"Our best bet is to speak with Kudo-kun," Takagi told her. "According to Ran-san, he was the last person standing after she fainted." He bit back a grin at Sato's slight twitch. It never ceased to amaze him that someone as strong as Sato could be unnerved by the young detective.
"Don't forget, Conan-kun was there too," Sato shot back defensively with a sideways glance. "We'll have a much easier time speaking with him than Kudo-kun."
"I thought Ran-san said Conan-kun got away just before Kudo-kun showed up?" Takagi mused.
"Can you really see that child running away from anything? Especially if Ran-chan is involved," Sato replied with reckless pride at Conan's talent for finding… and handling dangerous situations. "He must have seen something." She bit another nail staring unfocused at the dashboard thinking back on Conan's recent habit of avoiding the two of them. "In fact I'm sure he saw everything that happened that night."
Takagi watched her worry at her nails pensively until the green light forced his attention back to the road. "If that's where you want to start, then let's go," Takagi said turning the squad car toward the Beika-cho school district. "The elementary schools should be letting out soon."
"Alright," Sato answered resting her hand on the notebook in her pocket.
"Ah, Ayumi-chan," Takagi called to the child leaving the elementary school gates. "Have you seen Conan-kun? We need to talk to him."
"Takagi-keiji, Sato-keiji, what are you doing here?" Mitsuhiko asked rounding the gate. The three Shonen Tantei gathered around the detectives' car and a quiet Ai leaned against the school's fence watching over them.
"We were hoping to speak with Conan-kun," Sato told them leaning over Takagi to better see the children. Takagi flushed lightly and leaned back as far as he could in his seat before parts of Sato better left out of his imagination in the presence of small children could make accidental contact.
"Is Conan-kun in more trouble?" Ayumi asked innocently.
An unladylike snort came from Ai's direction but her face was impassive when Takagi glanced her way. He looked away before Ai noticed his scrutiny. The quiet girl could be more unnerving than Conan in her own way.
"Is Conan-kun in trouble?" Sato worried.
"Yeah! He was sent to the principal's office," Genta announced loudly. "He's gonna get grounded for sure."
"Uh-huh, Ran-san will definitely be angry with him," Mitsuhiko nodded sagely.
"Do you think Ran-san will yell at him?" Ayumi wondered aloud fearfully. "Ran-san is so nice but I don't think I'd want to make her angry."
"You don't think Ran-san will punish him with her karate?" Genta asked. From the car Sato covered her mouth at the giggle she bit back watching Conan's friends' worry.
Takagi, however, followed their conversation with serious attentiveness the moment they had mentioned Conan being in trouble. In all the time he'd known the strange child, he had never caused trouble or mischief beyond crawling around investigation sites. Of course, a child as smart as Conan could probably be quite the hellion if he chose to be. "What did Conan-kun do?" Takagi asked with a trepidation that matched the Shonen Tantei's concern. He leaned out the car window to better hear the children's conversation quite forgetting he was now pressing against Sato for window access.
"He slept through class," Ayumi whispered to him, her wide eyes completely scandalized.
"That's all?! I've done much worse things than that to be sent to the principal's office," Sato exclaimed. "Your teacher must be strict." The Shonen Tantei stared wide-eyed at Sato while her words caught up to her.
"Sato-keiji, you were sent to the principal's office?" Mitsuhiko finally ventured after the awkward silence. "And they still let you be a police officer?"
"Umm… It's nothing important, and that was a long time ago," Sato laughed in an embarrassed rush, "Anyway we do need to speak with Conan-kun right away, right Takagi-kun?" She pleaded silently for a bail out.
"Th-That's right," he responded quickly, fighting the blush from having her so close with such a cute unguarded expression in her eyes. "S-so if you haven't seen him, I guess we'll be…"
"He went to pick up Mouri-san from school," Ai piped up in her sotto voice. "If you hurry, you might catch up with him." She pushed off the wall and started for home. Mitsuhiko ran to catch up with her trailing Genta and Ayumi behind him.
"Bye Sato-keiji, Takagi-keiji," Ayumi called over her shoulder.
Sato waved after her before sliding back to her seat and off Takagi's lap. Takagi pulled away from the school and turned to head towards Teitan High School with occasional glances Sato's way. Sato leaned her head on her arm and watched him watching her out of the corner of her eye before giving an irritated huff. "What?!" she finally rounded on him.
"Ah… Uh… W-Why were you sent to the principals office?" Takagi stuttered at her cross look.
"Oh that?" Sato's eyes widened in surprise. Frankly, she had been expecting him to say something about her leaning across him the way he had tensed. "I may have, sort of, beat up a few bullies in elementary… and middle school."
Takagi chuckled. "You were in trouble for fighting?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, something wrong with that?" Sato challenged and not without a bit of pride. Takagi shook his head, quickly focusing his attention back on the road "Good. Besides those jerks had it coming," she pouted, settling back into the passenger's seat and ignoring her burning flush. "If you tell anyone back at the office I will shoot you and hide the body where even Kudo-kun can't find it," she added as an afterthought.
"Understood, Sato-san," Takagi answered catching the ghost of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, his own boyish smile spread across his face at the idea of sharing Sato's secret.
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Minutes later, the silver skyline pulled to a stop in front of Teitan High. "Isn't that Sonoko-chan?" Takagi asked staring into the school courtyard.
Sato leaned over him again to see the animate girl clinging onto the arm of a blonde-haired boy in an unfamiliar school uniform. "I thought Ran-chan told me she already had a boyfriend," she mused softly.
"Ah, she does, his name's Makoto-san," Takagi whispered back. Sato grinned cheekily up at him from her perch across his lap. She could always count on her partner for the latest gossip of the going-ons in the Mouri family circle. The two watched from their rather conspicuous position in the squad car as the blonde-haired boy attempted to pull himself free of Sonoko's cling without being overly rude. It was quite obvious to the two spies that the boy was very uncomfortable and trying to get away from the overly exuberant girl. The breeze carried unintelligible murmurs of their conversation and Takagi strained his ears to catch the occasional 'Kid-sama' coming from Sonoko.
"Isn't that Hakuba-keisou's son?" Sato finally asked squinting at the blonde boy.
"Ah, no wonder," Takagi mused with a pitying laugh. Sonoko's obsession for Kaitou Kid was as famous as Commissioner Hakuba's son's if Nakamori's complaints were to be believed. "Do you think we should rescue him?" He glanced down at Sato to see her actually mulling it over seriously.
"…do you think he's actually met Kaitou Kid?" Sato asked eyeing Hakuba seriously.
"…riiight." Takagi chided himself for forgetting Sato was also a Kaitou Kid fan.
"Ahh! Sato-keiji!" Sonoko called from the schoolyard waving merrily. Hakuba took the opportunity to finally dislodge her from his arm and beat a hasty retreat that was not running away… exactly. "Aww, you made me lose him," Sonoko whined at the two detectives while she made her way to the squad car. "I had more questions about Kid-sama to ask him."
"Sorry about that," Sato apologized through her grin, "We were wondering if you had seen Conan-kun or Ran-chan."
"You just missed them by a few minutes." Sonoko crooked an arm on the roof of the car above the window and leaned down to better see them both. "They should be home soon if it's really important. Is it about a case? Are you looking for Ran or the brat?"
"Both, actually," Takagi told her in hushed conspiratorial voice. "And Kudo-kun, if we can, too."
"Yeah, good luck with that," Sonoko retorted sarcastically. "If even Ran can barely catch that wandering husband of hers I seriously doubt you two can." The two detectives blinked at the high school girl's frank assessment. "As for the matched set, where you find one you'll find the other. The kid's been attached to Ran's skirts ever since they got hurt that night. He's gotten really weird about things."
"Eh? Really?" Takagi mused, eyebrows furrowed in thought. "That's not like him." For such a young child, Conan tended to be rather prickly about close contact.
"It would actually be pretty adorable if we were talking about a normal kid," Sonoko continued. "He was practically hiding behind Ran's legs fifteen minutes ago."
"Really?!" Sato laughed, "I've got to see that."
Takagi frowned thoughtfully while Sato enjoyed her mental theatre over Conan's antics. "You say he's been acting strange since when?" Takagi asked casually while his hands tightened on the steering wheel. Sato caught the edge in his tone and brought her attention back in focus.
"You know, ever since that night," Sonoko stage whispered. "Though I don't know what's the big deal about not talking about it."
"We really shouldn't let the public or media find out minors were involved in such a high profile case," Sato replied in a placating voice. "Besides, it would bring Ran-chan and Mouri-san too much unwanted attention."
"I guess," Sonoko pouted. "I also hear the pipsqueak's been having a lot of nightmares."
"Oh," Sato responded noticing Takagi was taking notes quietly.
"Ran thinks something scared him," she explained checking her watch. "I need to get going, Ran's waiting for me. I can have her call you when I get to her place, " Sonoko offered. "We're studying for a test tonight so we'll both be up late if you need to speak with her."
"No, that's all right, Sonoko-chan," Sato smiled. "We shouldn't bother you two the night before an exam. We'll just catch her tomorrow." Sonoko gave the detectives a wave and started on her way.
The two watched her go before Takagi turned to Sato. "I think we need to speak with Conan-kun," he said seriously.
Sato nodded in agreement. "It sounds like he may be able to help us. We have to catch them tomorrow. For now, lets just go back. Maybe Megure-keibu has some way to reach Kudo-kun."
"What excuse are you going to make for needing the information," Takagi asked offhandedly.
"What excuse," Sato tossed him a shark-like grin. "We'll just stay working late until he goes home and search his desk."
"S-Sato-san," Takagi worried shakily before giving a slumping sigh over the steering wheel.
"Don't be such a worrywart," Sato grinned, "No one will ever know."
Takagi shifted the car in gear with another sigh over his future employment status and started back to the station. A quick glance at his rearview made him frown when he noticed a vaguely familiar motorcycle turn from a street beside the high school and leave in the opposite direction.
"Tomorrow we'll just have to get to the high school quickly so we can wait for those two," Sato whispered in an aside to Takagi as they walked through the police department's corridors.
"It might also help to speak with Conan-kun alone," Takagi quietly answered back. He thought back to Conan's odd tendency to speak more maturely and confidently of his opinions when Ran wasn't around to see him. He was so lost in his memories of Conan's age difference in behavior he nearly ran into Sato's back when she suddenly stopped outside the Division One doorway. He glanced around her to see Shiratori leaning against one of the double doors looking for all the world like he had been waiting there since they had left mid-afternoon.
"So… the two who ran away while this department was turned upside down have returned," Shiratori muttered darkly. "Care to explain what you two were doing?"
"Shiratori-kun," Sato smiled while she slipped around him to the door, "What ever are you talking about? I did mention Takagi-kun and I had errands to run." She shot Takagi a sharp look before disappearing into the squad room. Takagi gulped as he was left alone in the hallway with Shiratori.
"Now, what were you really doing?" Shiratori glared down at him with that particular look in his eyes that always made Takagi feel two feet tall. "I already know the two of you lied about your police notebooks."
Takagi glanced around the empty hallways frantically. "Shiratori-san! Shh!" he hissed in a quiet frantic voice. "We shouldn't discuss these things where someone might hear."
Shiratori's eyes widened before narrowing as he came to realization. "You two are continuing your investigation." Takagi's startled guilty expression was all the confirmation he needed. He gripped Takagi's arm fiercely. "Are you two trying to get fired?!" he dropped his voice and gave the hallway a searching glance of his own. "Look, it's not as if I don't agree, but you will lose your jobs if anyone finds out," Shiratori warned.
"Well someone sure will if you keep asking about it in the middle of the police department," Takagi boldly hissed back.
Shiratori let go of him with a deep sigh. "Takagi-kun, if you let her get hurt…" Shiratori let the threat hang and glared at him expectantly.
"I won't let that happen," Takagi answered meeting Shiratori's challenging stare.
Shiratori held his gaze before finally letting it drop with his usually smirk. "I'll hold you to that, Takagi-kun." He pushed off from his stance at the door and started down the hall. "I'll stay out of it for now, because that's what she wants. But I will be keeping my eye on the two of you."
Takagi slouched with a relieved sigh once Shiratori was out of earshot. "Sorry… Shiratori-san," he whispered to the back growing smaller and smaller down the hall before following Sato into the squad room.
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Takagi ignored the glares of his fellow colleagues with a well-practiced oblivion and made his way to his desk. Sato was already seated and working on reports as though they had never left. She spared him a private glance and quirk of a questioning eyebrow. He responded with a slight shake of his head. There really was no need to worry her with the knowledge that Shiratori was already onto them.
Satisfied, Sato turned back to her paperwork. Takagi was settling himself in his chair when he was struck with a strange unsettled feeling. A careful exploration of his desk later and he knew what was wrong. The notepad he had been notating Megure's phone call that afternoon was missing. On a hunch, he pulled open a drawer and started searching for the notes he'd made from earlier phone calls that week.
Sato glanced up at his hurried movements in curiosity. She slid her foot under the desk until she made contact with his. Brought out of his headspace, he shut his drawer and gave her a lighthearted smile after which she went back to work.
Someone must have lumped the notepad together with the paperwork being confiscated was all he could conclude. It did make him worry that someone had gone through his desk looking for the rest, but things not pertinent to cases going missing from his desk wasn't all that strange. He spared a frustrated look over his shoulder at some of the more 'passionate' members of the Sato fan club. Nothing he had ever tried had gotten them to return his things before, so it was with a long suffering sigh that he started penning down the transcripts from memory.
~fin~
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AN:
Ah,Takagi-puppy and Sato-kitty, my favorite detectives. I've followed you two through the years (and detective love stories) and dealt with the tease that was episode 304 and the 200+ eps it took for you two to actually get anywhere. I DEMAND GRANDCHILDREN! (Kidnapping and adopting Conan still counts.)
My apologies for this coming out so late. I've been verysick since almost New Year's and haven't been able to do much of anything exceptbesick (about four to five times a day _) and am horribly behind in my writing. I've been trying to keep a two-chapter buffer between what I post and what I'm working on but it's been so long, I broke down. Sorry this one is short but this will probably be the last short chapter I write until this one's over. (It doesn't help my work speed that I write out of order either. I got distracted writing a scene for chapter 18 and then chapter 6 when I should be working on chapter 5. ^_^() )
Eps referenced this chapter: 240-241 The Bullet Train Transport Case pt1-2, 523 What She Really Wants to Ask. Third ep in an arc that starts on 521.
Movie 13: Did anyone else find the cut after Conan and Vermouth were in the mall parking lot strange? For some reason Agasa picks him up at night at a shrine and Ai seems to suggest he was there meeting Vermouth. I feel like I've been denied a really important scene by the editing department.
For Mikayasha: the instances of Snake are as follows:
Magical Kaitou Kid vol.1 file1 – Jii mentions the killers (plural) that murdered Toichi but no names are given.
Magical Kaitou Kid vol 3 file7 – the infamous Blue Birthday heist and Snake's first true appearance. He shoots Kaitou Kid in the heart (no worries, he got better) and Kid learns about Pandora and the organization looking for it. (my zip lists this as chapter 6. hmm?)
Magical Kaitou Kid vol4 file2 – the Red Tear heist. Snake shoots Kaitou Kid in the arm. Kid causes Snake to fall out a window. (I'm sure the bastard was fine) This is the wound I have Kid show Conan in chapter one. In all these instances, the police are not around to witness Snake's trying to kill Kid (but there were civilian witnesses in the Red Tear heist).
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To: Base # xxx
From Agent: xxxxxxxx
Time: 2100 hrs
Summary: Cleanup efforts continuing on schedule. Hardware disposal confirmed. Paper trail 88% retrieved. John Doe scheduled for cremation at 0400 tomorrow.
Information retrieval from Gunma, Saitama, Kanagawa, Shizuoka, and Nagano PD underway.
Estimate usefulness of Hostage Prime at one week pending full information retrieval from Beika PD. Continued cooperation expected. Continuing surveillance of secondary hostages. Secondary hostages still unawares, operation successful. However, suggest bugs be planted in home and workplace of secondary hostages.
Search for target(s) who initially released Hostage Prime continuing.
Search for target(s) who initiated return fire on our bird continuing.
End of report.
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