Back into civilization, and I had a bit of a writing spree while I was gone.  And characters kept DOING things when they weren't supposed to.  Ah well, in any case, the heist IS in the next chapter, and I know this because I actually do have part of it written now.  Lots of exciting things happen too!  Enjoy!

Moonlight Shadow

Chapter 04:

I Watched Your Vision Forming

For once as she slept, Aoko didn't dream her now-familiar dreams.  Instead, her mind harkened back to the story she had been told, and the love that bloomed between an ordinary girl and a boy who fancied himself a magician.  She woke feeling remarkably refreshed, and glowingly happy.  She got up with a smile, folded her blanket and took it and the pillow back to the cupboard, then went looking to see if there was anything to be done around the house.

Kaito stretched and yawned as class finally finished, then accosted Keiko for the extra notes she always took for Aoko when the inspector's daughter wasn't in class.  He thanked her politely with a carnation then headed home, whistling tunelessly.

When he got to his house, he could hear some sort of activity in the kitchen, so he silently let himself in the front door, dumped his bag in the living room, and snuck over to the kitchen to check it out.  Obviously Aoko must be feeling much better.  She and his mother were busily decorating cookies, and both of them had icing on their hands, aprons and faces.  Aoko even had one strategically placed dollop right on the tip of her nose, and he wondered for one brief, insane moment if he might be able to lick it off.  Right at that instant, Aoko looked up and met his eyes with a blush on her face, and he wondered if she was psychic.  Then he thought better of thinking such a thing.  The psychic part, anyway, he had no qualms with the licking icing off her part.

"I see you're back from school double-quick."  Aoko observed.

"And you thought you could sneak up on us, too." his mother smiled.  "No cookies until after dinner, you know the rules." she rapped his knuckles lightly with her wooden spoon as he surreptitiously reached for the plate of finished cookies on the counter.

"What about icing?" he grinned madly as he swiped his finger down Aoko's nose, catching the cutely-placed dollop of icing, then stuck his finger in his mouth, watching the flickering flames light up in her eyes.  "Yummy!" he said, still sucking on his finger.

It never did take much to get her going, and with an incoherent yell she grabbed a wooden spoon and took off after him as he ran down the hall, munching on a cookie he had filched as he left.  Unfortunately, in her haste Aoko had picked up the spoon they had been using for the blue icing, and she managed to splatter both herself and Kaito quite thoroughly, not to mention the speckles of blue icing which were now decorating the walls and floor all down the length of the hall.

"Oh!  Are you giving me more icing?  Thanks!" Kaito laughed as he danced away from her quick swings and jabs.  He reached past her guard to sweep his thumb over her cheekbone, where there was another large splatter of icing, dodging her retaliatory lunge at the very last second.

Her face went even brighter red than before, and Aoko screamed the vilest imprecation she could come up with on such short notice.

"Now don't go wearing yourself out again Aoko-chan!" Meimi called from the kitchen.

Aoko turned at the sound of her voice, and Kaito took advantage of her temporary distraction to disarm her gently.

"Kaachan's right, you're not well, so I shouldn't be baiting you.  Sorry about that, force of habit, I guess." he shrugged, then started licking the icing off the spoon.

"Kaito, you'd better go take a shower to get all that icing off now while Aoko and I finish with these cookies.  Then you can clean up the icing in the hall."

"Hai Kaachan." he sang out obediently.

Some time later, after both of them had washed up and dinner had been prepared and eaten, Kaito escorted Aoko back to her house.  Neither of them said anything to the other during that short walk, and it wasn't until they reached Aoko's front door that Kaito broke the unfamiliar silence.

"Will you be going to school tomorrow?" he asked her.

"I think so.  I'll certainly try." she shrugged.

"I'll see you in the morning then.  Oyasumi nasai, Aoko." Kaito said with a grin.  "I hope your dreams are good tonight.  No more nightmares, now, that's an order!"

"Hai hai." she waved him off.  She stood at her door and watched him walk away until he was out of sight.  "I don't remember ever mentioning I was having nightmares.  Weird dreams, sure, but not nightmares." she muttered thoughtfully.

Takage Daisuke sat in his downtown office, impatiently tapping his pen on his desk.  The operative Hirano-san had sent to him on assurance he was the best was late.  A whole five minutes late already.  Takage hated tardiness.  Hated it with a passion!  He was absolutely fuming by the time the operative finally arrived a whole six minutes and twenty-seven seconds late.

"You're late." he said sternly as the operative sauntered in.

The man in the black trenchcoat simply shrugged and sat down.  "Hirano-san said you have a job for me?"

"Yes.  Tomorrow night one of my buildings will be the target of Kaitou Kid's latest heist.  I've studied the Kid's reputation, and I seriously doubt the police can keep him from getting his target.  I want you to deal with him for me.  He CAN NOT be allowed to escape with it.  Do whatever it takes to keep him from escaping with the gem in hand."

"Will do.  Is there anyone I absolutely must avoid taking out if they get in the way?"

"No, I don't care who else gets hit, just as long as Kid is dealt with.

"Fine then." the operative nodded with a feral grin.

When Kaito got home from dropping Aoko off, his mother sat him down on the couch.

"Okay Kaito, we need to have a serious talk," she told him.

"About what?" he asked.

"Well, firstly, about your father."

"About Touchan?"  Kaito unconsciously took out a deck of cards and began shuffling them nervously.

"Yes.  Did you know your father and I enjoyed a very open and honest relationship?  We talked to each other about everything under the sun, and we kept no secrets from each other."

"You mean..."

"Don't interrupt.  There was a very good reason behind this.  When I was in highschool, I got into a foolish situation, and a man in a white suit with a hangglider rescued me.  I later realized he was the thief who would come to be called Kaitou Kid.  In the way these things often happen, I developed a crush on the brave and gallant thief who had saved me from certain death.  Your father and I were already good friends at the time, perhaps just on the verge of becoming more than friends, and Toichi was getting more and more put out with me mooning over this thief so he cornered me at lunch one day up on our school roof and explained a few facts to me.  The first of which being that he was the one who had rescued me.  I hadn't told him, hadn't told anybody, about having been rescued that night, so naturally I was stunned.  Then I was furious with him for not having told me at the time.  It didn't take me long to understand, though, why it was he hadn't said anything.  He didn't want me to be culpable as an accessory to his crimes, and he knew me well enough that he knew I would try to come along.  He'd had a long talk with his mother though, and she had told him that if he felt that strongly about me I would have to find out sooner or later, and better sooner, before the truly bizarre love triangle escalated.  The family frowns greatly on casually mentioning things to outsiders, but in the case of those who are likely to become part of that family in the near future it's better they know.  Now I've decided it's time I continue that tradition.  First, let me be completely frank with you.  I've known what you were doing as Kaitou Kid from the minute you found Toichi's secret room, I was merely waiting for you to come to me.  Why did you think that tape broke anyway?  That was because I used to spend hours listening to it after your touchan died.  You're a little too much like your father, you know, always trying to keep everyone you care about safely away from the dangers you surround yourself with.  It's an admirable trait, but it can be taken too far.  After talking to Aoko-chan about her dreams today, I decided it was time to bring things out into the open.  I know Nakamori-san told you her dreams are most likely prophetic.  He told me as well, so it's just a good thing I have a good poker face, otherwise I might have said something I shouldn't have when she told me her dreams had been about Kaitou Kid getting shot, only in her dream she recognized you.  The other important point in this dream was that you gave her the objective of your heist, a large moonstone."

Kaito swore quietly and gripped the cards he had been shuffling.

"Yes, that about says it," his mother agreed.  "There is a good side to all this, however.  She has been having these dreams for so long she's actually become quite accustomed to thinking of you as Kid.  And, she told me, even though she told her father about the dreams, she only said they were about Kaitou Kid and carefully made no mention of your name.

Kaitou let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding.  "So I'm safe for today at least.  As soon as Aoko figures out the dreams are real, though, I'm gonna have to do a lot of fast talking to persuade her to give me a chance to get away.  And then who would protect her?"  He shook his head sadly.  "Kaachan, did Nakamori explain to you why it is he's asked me to keep a close eye on Aoko from now on?"

"I assumed it was in case this stage she's going through made her sicker."

Kaito shook his head.  "It's because of what she will become.  In fact, he's not the only one who asked me to protect her.  It turns out that she and her dad have been in hiding since Aoko was two, after her mother died.  Even Aoko doesn't know.  She thinks her mother died of a simple wasting sickness, but that couldn't be further from the truth.  She was poisoned with thallium by the same syndicate which killed Touchan."

This time it was Meimi who gasped with shock.

"They wanted access to the legendary healing power the miko of her line had when in conjunction with the Tenshi no Namida moonstone," Kaito continued, "and didn't believe she didn't know where it was, so they killed her in the slowest, most painful way possible, so that she would be forced to produce the gem to save her own life."

"Oh poor Aoko-chan.  And now, of course, if they find out who she is, they'll be after her too."

Kaito nodded.  "Exactly."

Meimi sighed.  "Well, I don't think you're as badly off as all that.  I'm sure you think Aoko-chan will turn you in the moment she realizes who you are, but I think she may surprise even herself, given the depth of feeling she's hiding."

"But she hates the Kid."

"That may be so, but consider what happened to her mother.  Do you think, when she learns that, she won't want revenge?"

Kaito sighed deeply.  "So in the end it comes down to the choice I had hoped I would never force her to make."

"It would have eventually anyway, and much better sooner than later.  You're already going to have a fair bit of explaining to do.  I'm still a little disappointed that you didn't come to me on your own, you know.  Did you honestly think I'd try to stop you?  Or be angry with you?  Baka Kai-chan!" she hit him lightly on the head.  "I'm actually quite proud of you, and I know your touchan would be too."

"Really?" Kaito's face brightened.

"Really." his mother assured him.

"Alright Kaachan, I promise I'll talk to Aoko as soon as I can."

"Good enough, I suppose.  Now you get to bed.  You have a late night tomorrow, and no sneaking off to check in on Aoko-chan.  She can survive one more night of strange dreams, but if you want to get that moonstone for her tomorrow, you're going to need a proper night's rest tonight."

"Hai Kaachan." Kaito said, resigned.  He wondered if, now that things were out in the open between his mother and him, she would be nagging at him to do more research for his heists, and ordering him to bed like this the night before every heist.  The thought made him faintly disturbed for some reason.

In her dreams that night, Aoko was on the roof of the National Library.  She had landed there with Kaito, Kid, whoever, and she was getting really worried.  His left pant leg was crimson with blood, and his face was as white as his suit.

"Kami-sama.  Kaito, why didn't you tell me how bad it was?!"

He gave her a shaky smile she was sure was meant to be reassuring.  "Daijoubu." he whispered.  "Besides, I had to get you out of there." 

"Baka baka BAKA Kaito!!" she screamed, on the verge of tears, "You pushed yourself too hard!  I can't believe you!  Sit down here and give me some of those damn scarves you're always carrying around."  She helped him over to a switchbox, which looked to be about the right height, and sat him down.  With quick and nimble fingers she untied a few of the silk scarves and folded two of them into pads, which she placed over the entrance and exit wounds.  Ordering him to hold these in place, she then tied them down tightly with a third scarf.

"Itai!" Kaito yelped.

"Sorry, but I had to tie it good and tight or it wouldn't have been any help."

"I know, I know.  But Aoko, what are you going to do with me now?  I can't exactly go to the hospital looking like this, you know."

"I know.  I know!  Dammit Kaito, don't you think I realize that?"  She was crying now, the tears streaming down her face.

"Aoko," he said softly, "no matter what happens, I'm glad you know now.  So glad.  And," he tipped her face up to make her look at him, "I'm so, so sorry." He leaned forward ever-so-slightly and kissed her gently. 

She closed her eyes, and could feel herself start to fall again, but she fought against it.  She was going to help Kaito.  She was sure she could, somehow.

"Aoko, I sure hope your father knows what he's talking about for once." she heard Kaito whisper as he pulled back briefly from the kiss.

She opened her eyes...  And she was back in her own bed.  Her whole body was tingling, and she could tell there was no way she was going to get back to sleep anytime soon.  She lay back down and stared at the ceiling, trying to puzzle out the meaning behind her most recent dream.

Kaito had waited as long as he could in an effort to seem like he was complying with his mother's order to go to sleep, but now he had to go out.  He had to get that fake Angel's Tear from Nakamori.  He had decided he would pretend he had been forced to drop it during the heist.  That way, they would be less likely to suspect a counterfeit.  Kid grinned as he dangled by one hand from the edge of the roof in front of Aoko's window.  It looked like she was sleeping peacefully, and her window was open, as opposed to her father's, which was closed, so he figured he should be able to sneak in through her room.  It was such a relief to see her asleep in her bed without tossing and turning.  He casually slipped in the open window and snuck across the floor.

He was about halfway to the door when she sat up.

"You thought I was asleep, didn't you." she said softly.

"I did think you were lying there a little more quietly than usual." he admitted, using Kid's voice.

"And how would you know what's 'usual' for me?" she asked suspiciously.

"I've seen you waving your little placards at my various engagements." he pointed out smoothly.  "Now, I have an appointment to keep with your otousan.  If you will excuse me, ojousan."

"You...have an appointment...with Tousan?  I must still be dreaming." Aoko muttered quizzically.

"Just close your eyes, and when you open them you'll be somewhere else." he reassured her.

"But Kaito's not kissing me.  That only happens when Kaito's kissing me.  And if this is a dream, then you are Kaito anyway." she sulked, lying back on her bed and closing her eyes.

"Sweet dreams, Aoko." he whispered in his own voice as he continued to her door.

"Be safe Kaito." she whispered back.

When he was out of the room, he leaned against the wall to catch his breath and re-centre himself.  He couldn't get those words out of his head: "that only happens when Kaito's kissing me".  It had almost sounded like she had been implying he should kiss her, and that thought made his ears absolutely burn, not to mention the bright blush it painted across his cheeks.  He swiftly got himself back under control, though, by imagining Nakamori's reaction to seeing the Kid kissing his daughter.  Internally balanced once again, he proceeded down the hall to the inspector's room.

The light was on in his room, although the door was closed, so Kid knocked lightly.

"Come on in, Aoko." Nakamori called.

"Not quite Aoko," the Kid corrected him, "but I believe you were expecting me?"

"Ah yes.  You.  I guess you need this, don't you?" He reached into his desk drawer and brought out a flawless, two-inch-long teardrop-cut moonstone.

"Thank you." Kaitou Kid said politely as he took the gem, then made it disappear.  "I plan to drop this one for that nice Hirano-san, so he doesn't have to go looking for it.  Do you think you can manage to make it look like you're actually that close to catching me?"

"Of course." Nakamori's grin was only slightly feral.  Then he frowned.  "I know this will sound strange, coming from me, but be careful out there tomorrow.  Aoko's dreams have been about you getting shot after giving her a moonstone, and although I'd love to see you locked up for the rest of your natural life, I would rather not see you dead."

"I have no great desire to be dead either." Kid agreed. 

"You came in Aoko's window, didn't you?" Nakamori asked conversationally,  "How was she sleeping?  She was shouting 'baka' a lot about twenty minutes ago."

"Actually, she was half-awake, so I should probably not leave through her window again." Kid answered in the same air of casual conversation.  "I managed to make her think she was still dreaming, but I shouldn't push my luck."  He walked over to Nakamori's window and opened it, then hopped up onto the sill.  "Ja ne, Inspector, I'll see you tomorrow night!" he called back as he pulled himself onto the roof.

As she had rolled over and listened to the almost-silent tread of Kaitou Kid walking out of the room, Aoko had waited patiently for the dream-scene to change once again.  She waited and waited, but nothing happened.  Finally she realized she'd been duped.  She heard a knock, and knew it had to be the Kid knocking on her father's door, so she got out of bed and went to listen at the door.  She knew of one particularly good spot where you could hear almost everything that went on in her dad's room, so she heard the whole conversation.  She also heard the swearing that followed the Kid's departure.  After that, she carefully crept back to her bed, with an awful lot to think about.  Not the least of which was what the Kid had said to her when he thought she thought she was dreaming.  He'd said "sweet dreams, Aoko" and he had sounded exactly like Kaito.  It took her quite a while to get back to sleep.

First thing next morning, Kaito was once again lounging on Aoko's front step.  She was a bit bleary-eyed, but determined to hide it.  She didn't want to miss any more school over something so silly as lost sleep.  Although she had to admit, that passing out thing yesterday had been very disconcerting.  And annoying; she hated playing the "helpless maiden" role.  There was another reason she didn't want to be sitting at home today as well.  In the middle of the night last night, she had come to some rather disturbing conclusions, and also a plan of attack to confirm or deny them.

Kaito was feeling edgy.  Between the warnings about tonight's heist, having to cooperate with Nakamori, the discussion yesterday with his mother, Aoko's comments when she thought she was asleep, and his usual pre-heist nerves, he didn't quite know whether he was coming or going emotionally.  He could be forgiven, then, for not paying very close attention to what Aoko was saying as she chattered away on their walk to school, letting his brain supply answers on automatic pilot.  Normally it wouldn't have been a problem, but today Aoko was being sneaky.

"So anyway, I was wondering yesterday," she said casually, "how did you know I've been having nightmares?"

"Because if they were just weird dreams, why would you sound so scared and be crying in your sleep?" he answered logically.

"And how was it you knew I've been crying in my sleep?"  Her casual conventional voice had an edge to it now.

Kaito picked up on the change in her tone and did a quick mental conversation review.  When he realized just what it was he'd said, he swore.

"Well?  I'm waiting for an answer."

"Well, you see, I was worried about how distracted you were getting, so I went over to your place one night to talk to you, only you were asleep and having what looked like a nightmare.  You called for me, you know." he defended himself.

"Oh I did, did I?" she grated.

"Yes, you did.  And I was worried, okay?  So yes, before you ask, I did sneak into your room and try to get you to calm down, but that's all.  When you stopped whimpering and calling for me, I left again, okay?"

Something in his tone made Aoko blush slightly.  She was very tempted to get after him with the nearest available object (this being her schoolbag full of heavy books) but she remembered her plan and refrained.

"And what exactly did 'calming me down' involve?" she asked him suspiciously.

Kaito had a feeling this question had to do with her comment last night about him kissing her, so he answered it honestly.  After all, he hadn't done anything really bad.  "Um, well, I stroked your hair back from your face and held your hand, and I think I patted your shoulder a few times, and I told you I was there and you were safe and stuff like that."

"You didn't, um, kiss me, did you?" she muttered, her ears turning red.

"No!" he exclaimed.  "I know perfectly well that you'd kill me if I did that.  It was bad enough my being in your room without permission."

"Well," she breathed a sigh of relief, "at least you realize it was a bad idea..."

"No." he said firmly, "You would have been mad at me if you found me there, but I don't regret what I did, or apologize for it.  I was able to make the nightmares go away, and if that helped you at all, then I'm glad I did it."  They were coming close to the school, and he could see Akako up ahead, so he turned to Aoko.  "Look, I'm sure you have more to say about this, but let's continue this conversation later in private." he suggested.

"Fine.  But we will be continuing it today, you're not putting this off any longer." she told him sternly.

"I guess Kaachan was right, it is time I explained things." he muttered.

Koizumi Akako had been seeing some very strange things in her divinations lately, and they were confusing her.  It seemed almost as though Kuroba-kun was in very great danger and yet surrounded by a strong protective force at the same time.  It wasn't his luck though, that she would have recognized easily enough, it was some external protection whose source she couldn't pinpoint.  Divination was, after all, not an exact science, as was true for so much of the Art.  She was determined to figure this out.  She didn't particularly like things which obscured her vision.  Knowledge and Power and such.  And speak of the devil, there was Kuroba-kun himself, with the ever-attendant Nakamori-chan.  Akako was about to call out to them when she noticed something very strange about Nakamori-chan's aura.  It looked like it was just about to explode with power.  She wasn't sure what kind of power, but whatever it was, it looked to be barely leashed in.  Perhaps this wasn't the best day to confront Kuroba-kun, better by far to observe and learn. 

She didn't learn much that day, but what she did learn was very informative.  It seemed there was trouble of some sort between the two of them, definitely tension anyway, and Kuroba-kun was more keyed up than normal, even for a heist day.  Even stranger, Nakamori-chan was obviously restraining herself from going after him, even with provocation.  Whether that had to do with the leashed-in power or she was simply trying a new tactic, though, was in question.  The one thing no longer in question, though, was where that protective force she had foreseen had come from.  It was closely related to Nakamori-chan's aura.

All through the day Aoko tried to get Kaito alone, but it just couldn't be done.  It wasn't even like he was trying to avoid her, but things just kept getting in the way of them having proper privacy to talk.  It wasn't until they got almost to his house (his mother had a standing invitation for her to eat dinner at their house on heist nights) that Aoko was able to pick up where she left off.

"I still can't believe you would sneak into my room when I was sleeping." Aoko said, "Even if I was having nightmares."

"I wouldn't have," he admitted, "except that you kept calling for me.  I don't care how many times you try to hit me with a mop for being there, I'm your friend and I'm not just going to leave you to suffer."

Aoko wasn't quite sure how to respond to his vehement tone.  This was a side to her old friend that she rarely saw, and it brought up feelings in her that she wasn't sure how she wanted to deal with yet.

"I know you're serious, it's just I don't often see you being serious, you know?"

Kaito laughed.  "I guess that's true.  Should I flip your skirt, then, just so you don't think I've been abducted by aliens or something?"

"No, that's quite alright." she rolled her eyes.

"Aoko, why didn't you tell me you were having nightmares?"

"I... I guess I just thought it was not really important.  I mean, why should I make a big deal out of a few disturbing dreams." she shrugged.

"I guess so." he agreed.

"Actually, Kaito, there was one other thing I was going to ask you.  Were you talking to my dad last night?  I could have sworn I heard your voice."

"Right.  About last night.  That's, well, it's kinda gonna take some explaining.  A lot of explaining, actually.  It might take more time than I have tonight."

"Right.  Of course.  There's a Kaitou Kid heist tonight, isn't there; you can't miss that." she said, with a hint of irony in her voice.  "Why is it that you always insist you have to go, but I never see you in the crowd?"

"Well, I'm a magician, aren't I.  You don't think you'd actually see me do you?"  They were both skirting around the real issue, and they both knew it, but they were almost at Kaito's house, and neither of them wanted to have this particular conversation over the dinner table.

"Well, why don't you get started on the explanation now, and you can continue it later when we have more time."

"Okay." Kaito took a deep breath.  "Why don't we start off this way:  Do you remember that lesson Hirata-sensei gave last month about the importance of the shinobi in later-Tokugawa-era government?  About how they were hired to shame political opponents by stealing stuff from them in as showy and flamboyant a manner as possible, then casually giving it back to them?"

Aoko nodded.

"Did it strike you at the time as being somewhat familiar at all?"

"I didn't really think about it much," she admitted, "just took notes.  I was too distracted by my own thoughts.  I remember noticing you seemed to be paying more attention to the lesson than usual, though."  She thought back over the lesson.  "I see what you mean, though.  It sounds an awful lot like the methods Kaitou Kid uses."

"Ao-chan, you're a genius, you know that?  Personally, I was surprised Hakuba didn't figure it out, but unless he's holding back the information to try to trap the Kid later, he's made no indication he made that connection."

Aoko made no comment about the diminutive, although she couldn't stop herself from blushing slightly.

"Anyway, back to those shinobi.  Like most professions in the old days, the skills were passed from father to children, and their secrets were fiercely guarded.  They lived double lives, entertainers or swordsmiths or cooks by day, mysterious shinobi by night, and only family members, retainers, and the odd very close friend ever knew about their night jobs.  These traditions carried on down the years, being modified and added to as society changed, and most of the old families died out, either having developed too many enemies, or because of sons or daughters who wouldn't continue their forefathers' traditions, but there were a few who kept up the old ways, and one of those families..."

"Is named Kuroba." Aoko finished for him.

"Yes," he confirmed, "it is."  He took a deep breath, caught both of her hands in his and looked deep into her eyes.  "I decided after talking with Kaachan last night it's time I told you the whole truth, and I just hope you'll keep an open mind long enough for me to do what I have to do.  Can I trust you to trust me?"

Aoko caught her breath at the depth of knowledge and pain in his eyes.  It reminded her of the way he had looked nine years ago, the day he had found out his father had died.  Something in those eyes evoked her protective instincts, and she nodded.

"I'll listen.  I can't promise I won't get mad at you, but I promise I will trust you."

"Thank you."  He squeezed her hands, then let go.  "C'mon, let's get going, or Kaachan's going to wonder what we're doing standing around out here.

And poor little Kai-chan has some 'splainin' to do, ne?  Hope everyone likes my handling of how she finds out and such…kinda wished I'd had a Beta for this part, since the only people I could get to proof it for me didn't' know anything at all about the MK-verse…basically I was saying "okay, given what I've told you about these people, does this make some sense to you?"  I'd love a little feedback, ne?

Hopefully Chapter 5, and the heist, will be out post haste!