Kaito grinned excitedly. It wasn't often he got to use his skills for his own agenda, but this was special. He hadn't just stumbled upon the usual honking big rock that was generally his focus, but two agents of the Organization. Lapping his ice cream cone in the mid-afternoon heat, Kaito sidled casually behind his quarries. He was disguised as a woman a little bit younger than him, short feathery hair dyed bubble gum pink. Donning platform shoes, knee-high stripy socks, a shiny leather miniskirt, matching vest, and fingerless wool elbow gloves, he decided that dressing in all black was not the best option for 70 degree weather.
At least I didn't go with the long hair, he thought relievedly. Now that would have been torture. He focused on the two in front of him, carefully watching them walk down the street. Into the coffee shop, out of the coffee shop, around the block two or three times. Kaito resisted the urge to scream, and tried not to adjust his wig. Finally, mercifully, the muted chase led him to a large office building that was simply crawling with black-suited men and women. With a slight change of attire, he was in, still disguised as a girl for consistency's sake, though a bit older and with different hair.
Computers had never been Kaito's strong point. Sure, he could use one if need be, though the only one he had any experience in using was his absolutely-ancient-thirdhand-thrift-store-bought computer at home. But even he knew how to browse files on the huge desktop monitor in the first empty room. And what he saw was very interesting indeed.
Edogawa Conan.
What in the... Click.
Speculation. Status.
Speculation sounded intriguing. Click.
Likely connection to Kudo Shinichi. If the boy weren't marked as dead, I would say they may even be the same person. -Vermouth
Possible connection to Sherry. -Gin
If Vermouth and Gin's theories are correct, APTX-4869 may have unexpected results. -Campari
A chill crept lazily across Kaito's skin. Shinichi and Conan, the same person? How was that possible? Did it have something to do with APTX-4869, whatever that was?
On a lark, he clicked Status. The three words that appeared on the screen sealed whatever lurking doubts he'd had on what to do about this.
Slated for execution.