Disclaimer : I don't own Detective Conan and make no profit with this story. All Detective Conan's characters belong to Aoyama Gosho. All of this story was just fictional. If there any same characters and names it was just purely coincidences.

Author's note : Pardon me if there's so many wrong grammar because I'm not native

Thank you for reading. Hopefully you'll enjoy the story so far

Nadine Moreau was waiting impatiently for tomorrow to come. Here she was, in a small and dirty motel in a country she didn't even understand their native language, actually afraid. She didn't dare to stay at hotel, since the risks are higher.

Though it was her job for years, being a contract killer, with high consequences for being killed by her own target, before she could finish him or her.

But she never failed before. That was what she thought at the first time she received this work.

Kill Prince Heiji Hattori.

Snorted, she now realize it was her their real target. Princess Dianne.

Moreau didn't know the reason but she didn't care either.

Apparently the Princess was way too smart, too calculate, too dangerous even for The Black Organization. Thus, they targeted her love interest, in purpose for baiting her.

Anxious, Moreau look down at her wrist watch for the nth time. Just for the next few hours, she would be saved. Hopefully.

Moreau did thinking that she would actually surrendered to her, when she heard soft knocks at the thin wood this motel supplied as the door.

Who's that? She didn't wait for anybody.

The door was knocked again, a little harder now.

Took her revolver and hide it behind her back, she answered the door, open it as wide as the weak security key chain allowed.

A face, pissed and alerted, just like hers, that belongs to Princess Dianne herself showed.

Breathing in relief, Moreau close the door, undid the security key chain, before fully open the door for her in silent invitation gesture. Quickly and quietly, the Princess allowed herself inside Moreau's motel bedroom.

"Je pensais que nous nous rencontrerions demain. Et ... (I thought we would meet tomorrow. And ...)," Moreau look up at her face in suspicious "Je crois que je ne t'ai pas informé où étais-je?" (I think I did not tell you where I was?).

Princess Dianne just smiled oddly. "Moreau...," the Princess said, but cut off by Moreau's phone that suddenly rang.

Picked up her phone, Moreau told her "Excusez-moi" then she walked to the corner of the room, standing in the front of bed desk before answered her phone.

"Oui?" and suddenly Moreau felt her blood froze in her vein as the color drained from her beautiful face.

"Nadine, éloigne du Japon à la fois. Dianne vient d'être agressée par un poison. Elle ne pouvait pas vous rencontrer demain ... (Nadine, get away from Japan at once. Dianne has just been assaulted by a poison. She could not meet you tomorrow ...)".

In a slow motion, Moreau turned her head only to face the muzzle of the gun.

"Good bye, Moreau," was all she heard before the gun exploded, and Moreau's body feel down on the bed, unmoving and dead.

"Nadine Moreau has been executed," she informed her boss.

"Good. Your target next, our favorite Princess". The woman smirked, as she teared her mask off her face.

The mask that was the face of her next target, Princess Dianne.

"You can count to me, Boss!"

"We'll see that, Vermouth," and then her boss hung up the phone.

Vermouth then look at Moreau's dead body before smirked sadistically.

It's nice to brought a little souvenir for her next target, she thought as she took out her favorite small scissors that made from gold