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Not proofread, so excuse any mistakes.

Vermouth had fallen out of contact for the past few weeks. Rumor was that she had been shacking up with a kid in Beika.

Gin lit his cigarette, not amused by the groveling man in front of him. People who fought to live were more interesting because killing them would be more satisfactory. Vodka was talking to the man, threatening him really and Gin felt disconnected from it all. The last time he had fun was when he had killed the Mouri family. That murder was personal too. That Mouri detective had been involved in a lot of cases that coincided with the Organization members. Gin didn't believe in coincidences, but Vermouth had shown her preference towards him and he had to back off. But after his name coming up in Haneda case, he knew that the detective had to go.

A little digging and he found that his wife, Kisaki Eri had a case that would require her going up against one of the Organization trusted arms dealer. They couldn't afford to lose their contact; that was the excuse Gin had given Anokata to get the mission cleared. To be honest, he didn't care at all whether his wife was involved or not. Primary motive of the Organization was to not leave a single trace after the murder and his wife could potentially become a thorn in their side.

And then, there was the daughter, Mouri Ran. Gin didn't know whether he wanted to recruit her or kill her. On one hand, she was an excellent karate practitioner; on the other hand she had been surrounded by detectives all her life. Her childhood friend was Kudo Shinichi, the detective brat that had been drugged by him. There was a possibility that she would hold some malice towards the people that had killed her friend and at first, he wanted to have her. He could make her one of their own. Brainwashing wasn't really one of the things he liked to do that required a lot of patience and getting into the victim's head; he was more of a shoot first, ask questions later person. But he was willing to make an exception for this girl. She would make a great addition to their hand to hand combat division.

Halfway through her parent's torture at the cabin, Gin was ready to go ahead with his recruiting plan but when that Mouri girl looked up at the camera that had been installed and Gin saw the fire beneath her dead eyes, he knew this girl wasn't going to operate. People like her lived by their principles and died by them. She was a lost case and so he had fed her the same drug that he had used on her friend, that detective brat.

He was brought out of his musings when he heard a smack; Vodka had apparently hit the guy on the head. Gin sighed. This was boring. He walked up to the sniveling, crying man on the ground and felt disgust. A teenager girl was stronger than this useless waste of space. He didn't even want to waste his bullet on this man, let alone kill him by his own hands. He decided on the drug and for the first time that he had administered the drug to somebody, he waited there. He wanted to see the drug's effect with his own two eyes. Hearing this pathetic man's cry would definitely lighten up his mood.

And so he and Vodka waited as the drug kicked in. The man screamed as pain hit him and Gin smiled. He closed his eyes and relaxed back against a crate. Screams were music to his ears. The man continued to cry out and Gin's mood brightened every second. Ah, he needed this.

"An… Aniki, there's something… something wrong." Vodka stammered and Gin opened his eyes in confusion. Something wrong? What could go wrong with a man dying?

He looked at the ground where a man's corpse was supposed to be and felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs when he saw a young man of twenty-something years lying on the ground.

Vodka ran towards the man, trying to get an ID from his wallet. When he read out the name, Gin laughed. Oh, this was getting good.

"So the drug de-ages you rather than kill you, huh?" He let out a puff of smoke from his lips and brought back the cigarette. He took out his pistol and shot the man in the temple. Gin wagered that he deserved a bullet from his pistol. After all, this man had revealed a lot of information.

That Mouri girl was alive. That detective Kudo was alive. And knowing Vermouth's interest in the Mouri detective, he could bet that the kid she had been living with these past few weeks was that Mouri girl. Vermouth was a traitor and he could bet this had been going on for a while.

His eyes sharpened and his face grew fierce as he remembered that he had given Vermouth the responsibility to kill Sherry. Knowing her disdain towards Sherry, Gin was sure that Vermouth must have gotten rid of her. But he wasn't now. Bourbon seemed suspicious too. He and Vermouth were close. And if he wasn't wrong, Bourbon had been undercover working at the Mouri Detective Agency.

"Let's go. We have a traitor to smoke out." Gin said and smiled. Who knew that an impromptu decision made by him would unravel a web of secrets that he had been blind to.

He knew Vermouth was Anokata's favorite but even he would not tolerate this treachery on her part.

At last, he would get rid of the people he couldn't tolerate and people he wanted to kill. Bourbon. Vermouth. And Sherry.

He couldn't wait to see them.

A/N: That's it for now. I am feeling burnt out and I have to focus on my exams. This is getting tiring and I have a near constant headache.

The next update may take a long while on all of my stories. I'll try to write whenever I can but don't expect a chapter any time soon.

Review to let me know what you thought and check out my other stories, if you're interested. I don't always write angst, it's just mostly angst.

Later!