BUSTED: CHAPTER FOUR
Shinichi to Conan, The Black Org. HQ
DC (death88's comments, or Detective Conan!): Sorry for not continuing my trend of quick updates, but I had a humongous thesis to write. Thank you one and all reviewers, for showing so much interest in my story!
xeno: Thanks for the ideas. I might just use some of them.
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DaisyAnimeluvr: The chapters are going to be a little farther apart now, because I'm trying to make them longer.
Akewataru and Akehanareru: Dang right it would be a crime not to continue!
(Shinichi comes up and snaps handcuffs on me)
Me: HEY, WAIT! I am continuing!
Shinichi: Oops. (takes off handcuffs)
Me: ON TO THE STORY!
When the police, with Shinichi in the lead, reached the security office, they found two guards with a bullet in their heads, and an empty slot where the tape for the camera was supposed to be.
'I knew it! The Black Organization has been here… but where did they go? They must be close by, these guards haven't been dead for a while… there are too many places they could go. I need to narrow it down. There's only one way they could've gone, and that's through the construction site. That means they would run through the mud, which means…'
"Come on, Ran! We have to catch him!"
Shinichi and Ran dodged through the construction site, and saw some footprints leading away from the security office.
"The distance between these prints is large, as if the person who made them was running. This must be the man."
The prints led into an alley that had tire tracks coming out of it, and the smell of burnt rubber and coolant fluid.
"The man must have had his accomplice waiting for him in a car in this alley. IT was idling here for a while, because the coolant puddle is large, suggesting that the air conditioner was on for some time. We won't be able to find them now."
"So what do we do now, Shinichi?"
Suddenly, Shinichi felt an excruciating pain in his stomach. Ai's mostly-ignored words came floating to the top of his memory.
Free tacos every Tuesday at Bob's Taco Stand!
No, not that.
Also, you will change back to Conan once some time within twenty-four hours. You will stay that way for about thirty minutes, whereupon you will revert back to Shinichi, or die.
'No! Not now, not Conan again right now!'
"Ran, you need to go back and tell Inspector Megure that we lost the trail. I just remembered something I need to…"
Shinichi trailed off into a fit of coughing.
"Shinichi! Should I get a doctor?"
"No, just tell Megure… that I had to go!"
Shinichi ran off into the crowds, causing Ran to lose sight of him almost instantly.
"NO!"
Shinichi barely made it to his house before collapsing inside the door. Ten minutes later, he woke up as Conan again.
'Conan again! Now I have to hide from Ran for thirty minutes.'
He walked next door to Agasa's lab, and came face to face with a bemused Ai Haibara.
"Let me guess. You ignored my warning, almost got caught changing back to Conan by Ran, and had to run off from her as usual."
"Damn it, Haibara, I was investigating. We found a dead Black Organization member in an alley. Here's the note that was on his person."
Haibara read the note, and her eyes widened.
"This is a code, Shinichi. It says: Good work on getting the information on the traitor. We will take over from here."
"How do you figure that?"
"I used to work for them. This is one of the simpler codes. There's not much time, we have to do something!"
"We? I'm stuck as Conan, and I'm not going to change back for another twenty five minutes."
"We'll just have to wait. Let's make a plan while we're at it."
"Okay. We need to either find the Black Organization, or make them think we're no longer around."
"Shinichi, do you still have that 2005 Bentley Azure your parents gave you?"
"Yes, but I don't have a license."
"I do."
"Oh no way. If anyone's driving, it will be me."
"Fine. We have to concentrate on finding the Black Organization. I know that Gin drives a classic Porsche 346A…"
"Then we have all we need. A coolant fluid leak occurs either when your car is really run down, or you just had some maintenance done and the coolant reservoir has been overfilled. If it's a classic, we can infer that Gin will want to keep it in good shape, which involves regular maintenance. With older car models, it is possible to do it yourself, but I'm doubting that Gin would. Therefore, due to the leak, we can assume that they recently had service done on it. Then, we cross-reference that with all the service stations up near where I found the tire tracks. They have to have left some sort of name and address, so we will have some sort of lead."
"I see why they call you the 'Great Detective of the West'."
"Thanks."
"I was JOKING."
This continued for a couple more minutes before Shinichi fell over on the floor and passed out. Another fifteen minutes later, he was full size again, and was about to step out the door when Ai called to him.
"What?"
"The Black Organization is going to be looking for a little girl. I intend to be an 18 year old."
"You can't be serious. Almost every day you've reminded me how dangerous it would be for you to take the antidote, and now you plan on doing it? Are you just purposely trying to make me mad?"
"That's up to you."
"Ugh, I give up. I'll get the car, come out whenever you're ready."
Ten minutes later, Shiho Miyano walked out of the professor's lab and joined Shinichi in the car.
'Dang. I never knew she was this…'
"Shinichi? Are you going to drive, or will I have to take over."
"Your sarcasm is still here. Let's go!"
Shinichi floored the accelerator, and the twin turbocharged V8 engine roared as the car increased speed drastically. He pulled on to the highway doing 70 miles per hour.
"You don't have to kill us, just drive as you normally would."
"Now you see why I don't have a license."
Shiho happened to glance over at the other lanes, and saw a very familiar Porsche.
"There they are!"
In retrospect, she should've just told him to take the next turn and go back. Shinichi swerved across five lanes of traffic, fishtailing the Bentley into the outer guardrail.
"AAAGH!"
"WOO HOO!"
"Shinichi?"
"What, Shiho?"
"Remind me never to ride in a car with you driving again."
"Will do. Can I put the top down?"
"Going 90 mph on the freeway?"
Too late. Shinichi clicked the switch and the top glided down into the back of the car. This had the side effect of blowing Shiho's hair up.
"Shinichi!"
The Porsche they were following turned off the highway, and slowed down drastically, causing Shinichi to slam down on the brakes and send Shiho flying into the front windshield.
"Shinichi, whatever you do, you had better hope we don't go back to the lab alive, because I'll force feed you APTX-4869 and never give you the antidote."
"Eep!"
Shinichi's driving calmed down considerably, although it was still quite reckless. The black convertible they were following turned onto a side street in the warehouse district, and pulled inside a gate, which clanged shut.
"Well, I think it's safe to say that we found the hideout."
Suddenly, Shinichi's cell phone rang. The caller ID read 'Ran Mouri'.
"OH NO, RAN! I forgot to call her!"
"Why not just drop me off at the lab, and go pick her up some flowers. You also could surprise her by picking her up in the Bentley."
"Thanks, Shiho. You're a lifesaver."
He was too absorbed with getting back to the lab as fast as he could that he didn't hear Shiho mutter three words.
"No' I'm not."
DC (death88's comments or Detective Conan!): The cars were just something that popped into my head, while browsing online. The Porsche is actually the car that Gin drives. Thanks to Aikachi for that little tidbit. The Bentley Azure is a convertible, and yes, it actually does have a twin turbocharged V8 engine. I think it's an awesome car. Sorry, xeno. I didn't use your ideas in this chapter. But I have a big surprise coming up, so stay tuned!
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