Conan stared with wide eyes at the tall silver haired man towering above him with a pistol aimed between his eyes. He was backed into a corner, both figuratively and literally, and he couldn't see a way out.
He swallowed nervously, the cold beads of sweat that trickled down his neck doing nothing to help ease his apprehension. The only thing blessing, if you could call it that, was the fact that Haibara and Ran would be safe.
Gin smirked, the cigarette clenched firmly between his teeth. "Say good-bye, pest."
"DO THE HUSTLE!"
The shout was off to the side of the building, but the effect was instantaneous.
"Doo-doo-doo..." Both Gin and his stalwart partner struck a pose, then began dancing, humming the tune they were dancing to. Glancing off to the side, he could see Ai frantically waving him over. Taking no chances, he scrambled to his feet and scurried over to where the blond scientist was hiding. She grabbed his hand, dragging him along as they ran for it.
"What the heck was that about?" He growled as soon as he felt they were safely out of earshot.
She shot him a dryly-amused look. "The real reason why they want me dead."
"They want you dead because of Disco?!" He hissed in disbelief.
Ai sniffed. "I'll have you know that the Black Ops is the 9-time Disco World Champions. They don't want me telling anyone the secret of the Electric Slide."
-fin-
... I have no clue.
Prolly the same reason why the Voices insist that Vodka carries around a Pink Plastic Lawn Flamingo under his coat named 'Tango'.
Why?
Because it takes 2 to Tango.
Ba-bum-bum.
*runs like the wind*
He swallowed nervously, the cold beads of sweat that trickled down his neck doing nothing to help ease his apprehension. The only thing blessing, if you could call it that, was the fact that Haibara and Ran would be safe.
Gin smirked, the cigarette clenched firmly between his teeth. "Say good-bye, pest."
"DO THE HUSTLE!"
The shout was off to the side of the building, but the effect was instantaneous.
"Doo-doo-doo..." Both Gin and his stalwart partner struck a pose, then began dancing, humming the tune they were dancing to. Glancing off to the side, he could see Ai frantically waving him over. Taking no chances, he scrambled to his feet and scurried over to where the blond scientist was hiding. She grabbed his hand, dragging him along as they ran for it.
"What the heck was that about?" He growled as soon as he felt they were safely out of earshot.
She shot him a dryly-amused look. "The real reason why they want me dead."
"They want you dead because of Disco?!" He hissed in disbelief.
Ai sniffed. "I'll have you know that the Black Ops is the 9-time Disco World Champions. They don't want me telling anyone the secret of the Electric Slide."
-fin-
... I have no clue.
Prolly the same reason why the Voices insist that Vodka carries around a Pink Plastic Lawn Flamingo under his coat named 'Tango'.
Why?
Because it takes 2 to Tango.
Ba-bum-bum.
*runs like the wind*