Good evening everyone and Happy New Year! Today I bring you the new chapter of this week, I hope you enjoy it.
ATTENTION! The following story you are about to read is a non-profit fan fic that is intended solely to entertain Detective Conan fans looking to have a good time. The reproduction rights, characterization of the characters do not belong to me, but to the great Gosho Aoyama, creator of the series and that I hope he can continue writing for many more years IbaƱez in number of years? Doesn't matter, whatever it is, Detective Conan is already inside the Olympus of the best comics in history) Let's start!
Chapter 1. A traitor like ours
10:00 p.m. Wednesday - Karasuma Group's main building 4th Floor. Location: Somewhere in Tokyo.
At the end of a wide white corridor that reached as far as the eye could see, there was a room with a plaque above the number panel where "R+D" was written. Inside it, darkness dominated the place, but by a slight glow coming out of a computer at the back of the room, you could see several books scattered on the floor and unplaced from their shelves, and next to these, there were many papers scattered all over the place. whoever entered there, would have thought that a hurricane had passed through there, destroying everything.
In front of the turned on computer, I was sitting on a desk chair in a black silhouette, which if it weren't for the glare from the computer, you wouldn't notice.
The fingers of the silhouette move from key to key in a frenetic rhythm, while the noise of the keys forms a peculiar artificial tune, without foundation for anyone, but of great importance for its composer. The silhouette already had everything planned in his head since he decided to betray the organization of the men in black, but regardless of his motives, he always thought that one day he would end up doing something similar, after all, it was thanks to her that he was able to make that decision.
It can be seen how several drops of sweat slide from her forehead mixed with the nervousness of the moment. She knew what she was doing and the consequences it would trigger from the moment she pressed the last button. He closed his eyes, took a heavy breath and after three seconds he opened them again and pressed the shift key with determination. -I
whispered that
there were a lot of documents open with the initials CELTs in their headers. A loading bar appeared in the middle of the monitor and every three seconds it was filled with 10% or 20%. One minute later, you hear footsteps outside and the silhouette quickly turns towards the door in fear, but five seconds later you hear the footsteps moving away and you take a breath, look at the monitor again and check that you are at 90% load.
-Come on, come on, come on-he encouraged by the bajini, as if some of it encouraged him to charge faster. Three seconds later, it reaches 100% and instead of the bar appears a text in capital letters PROCESS FINISHED. A slight smile is formed on the silhouette.
-Well-celebrates by whispering the silhouette.
He then takes out his SD card and looks at it between his fingers, holding it by its tips, as if it were a treasure trove. -
Finally, the days of darkness are over," she whispers. She
presses her right shoe against her knee, and presses what appears to be a heel button, which slides automatically to reveal a small secret compartment big enough to hold a USB memory stick. She puts the SD memory in and presses the button again to close it.
It focuses on the monitor, quickly closes all open documents on the monitor, and turns off the computer, adding to the darkness of the room.
10:05 p.m. - Highway. Location: Somewhere in Tokyo
A porch of the 356-A drives along a highway somewhere in Tokyo. Those inside are two men dressed in black who look quite menacing. The driver is a fairly tall man with long silver hair and an intimidating look. Between his lips, he holds a lit cigarette, without taking his eyes off the lane where he is driving. His companion, a shorter man, robust, with sunglasses in his eyes, observes some reports that he has in his hands.
-He had never doubted his partner's perfect reasoning before, but this time he wanted to be sure it was a good idea after all. Gin, takes out one of her hands from the wheel and holds the cigarette with it. He takes it away from his mouth and lets out a mountain of smoke.
-In these times, we cannot afford traitors or spies infiltrating our organization," he said in a cold, almost mob-like voice. "And I don't care whose son that dirty, filthy rat is, he must be taught that if he messes with the crows, he will be devoured.
-I don't know, Aniki," he said with some concern, "but that person has been very loyal to our organization since forever, even before Sherry betrayed us.
-When Sherry betrayed us, rumors of murders and conspiracies spread through the R&D lab. There were small casualties, voluntary layoffs and even traitors," Gin hardened her eyes just remembering. "That whore has become the heroine of them all - a smile crossed her face - we even know how much she means to that rat.
-What are you talking about?
-It's a story from years ago," she said with contempt, "that they say Rossetto was one of the few people Sherry has imposed on her in this life, until she betrayed him.
-I was not aware of that report- I confess Vodka showing an expression of surprise.
- Yeah, neither you nor anyone else, I'm the only one who knew about it. The people upstairs didn't like the strange relationship they had, so they asked me to nip it in the bud," she says, puffing out her cigarette and then blowing it out again. "But I'm surprised that after all these years he still appreciates her, when he knows that for her the only thing left from that relationship are only the bad memories of a betrayal, or at least that's how he wanted her to think," he smiles wickedly and throws the cigarette out of his mouth through the window, "but that doesn't matter, those are things that are in the past. Vodka, did you find out more about the other thing?
-The CELTs project," he said in surprise while reviewing the reports, "We are just like in the beginning, without files, without secret data. If you think he's our guy, the bastard hid all traces very well.
Gin smiles wickedly and a grim laugh comes out of her mouth. His partner, Vodka, looks at him as if he were crazy.
-Never mind, that rat won't get off so easily. He doesn't know that we've been watching him very closely these days. Very soon he will tell us everything we want to know. Get ready, Rossetto!
A cell phone rings. It's the vodka phone, he pulls it out of his pocket and looks at the number.
-It's her-Vodka puts the phone on speakerphone.
-Gin? speaks a female voice at the other end of the line.
-Are you in position, Vermout? -I ask.
10:05 p.m. - laboratory hall. Location: Somewhere in Tokyo
Vermouth, a young blonde, blue-eyed American girl with a beautiful complexion answered the call while Kir, a tall, brown-haired Japanese girl of the same complexion, looks at the time on her digital watch. Vermouth didn't take her eyes off her partner, who she had always suspected of being an impostor, but luckily for her, she hadn't found anything, since then she analyzed her every move and reaction in case something didn't add up.
-Although I don't understand why you're so sure he's the traitor, when there are others who could be," he says, looking at his companion with a scowl.
-Focus on the mission and nothing else," said Gin angrily from the other side, "find and neutralize the target, don't kill him, we need him," said Gin from the other side.
-She said and hung up her angry tongue, "Men," she looked at her partner with some repulsion.
Kir scowls at him, even though he was a CIA agent, he had to keep his cool, as he had dealt with guys much worse than Vermout before. Although that time was different, he knew what it meant, he was going to capture one of his internal accomplices, one of the best who informed him of all the plans, documents of the organization, he was very sorry not to continue counting on him, but he had to find a way to make him safe from Vermouth no matter what it took. He owed it to her.
22:05 - lab corridor, floor 7. Location: Somewhere in Tokyo
A young scientist. Stop. Somewhat hunched over but not losing his physical attractiveness; he walks down the long corridor on the seventh floor. His objective, to arrive at the elevator without calling too much the attention of scientists or personnel of the area, a quite complicated task for someone as shy as he was, if they did not capture him with their words, his nerves would do it, to avoid that, he looked for an effective solution that had served him in multiple occasions to relax, repeating by heart the 46 forms of the hiragana alphabet in his mind he repeated "A, i, u, e, o, ka, ki, ku, ke, ko..." Suddenly, one of the young scientists appeared from the right, alarming Ryouri so that he was forced to repeat it faster and as he passed by he did not hesitate to greet him.
-Good evening, overtime," he said with a smile, Ryouri copied "Yes, stealing valuable information that will affect the organization.
-You see, work makes money," he said with a small nervous laugh, fortunately I don't take it into account.
-And so, until tomorrow, I end up waving and walking away.
Ryouri said goodbye with one hand and walked away at a fast pace, breathing quickly, "God, please, I hope you didn't notice.
Meanwhile, that kind young man when he lost sight of Ryouri in the distance of the corridor, his expression became serious as he took a walkie out of his pocket.
-Here Mojito, subject is going to the elevator, over-
Finally, Ryouri arrived at the elevator that was next to a door leading to an emergency staircase. He pressed one of the elevator buttons and saw how a panel on top of it illuminated the numbers of the different floors from 1 to 10.
"I didn't know it was so easy to get it, for a moment I thought I would have to use plan B" he thought excitedly stroking his pocket, then a sweet smile appears on his face "Now I have to meet her again, how? I'll figure out how to do it once I get out of this damn lab"
The elevator doors open and as he turns to his terror, he sees Kir and Vermouth in the elevator. His expression becomes nervous for a moment, but he remembers Hiragana's chart "Ka, ki, ku, ke, ko..." He takes a breath, he had to keep up appearances.
-Good evening," he said somewhat nervously.
-Good evening," they replied at once.
The young man enters the elevator nervously, Vermout fixes his gaze on it as if it were a lion posing on its prey . The young man turns to face the corridor while making a terrified face until the elevator doors close. He begins to descend. For several seconds there was a very uncomfortable silence until Vermouth spoke.
-Working so late?
-Huh? Oh yes," he said shaking with a slight smile, "I had to deliver some reports and the R&D office, because that was the only place I could do it," he said.
-Ah," said Vermouth. "By the way, have you heard the rumors?
Kir looked away for a brief moment to concentrate on the floors that were descending, he knew that he was putting him in a fix and he didn't feel good when he saw it.
-Ru...rumors, you say?" asked the young man shaking, who slowly felt a strange cramp in his stomach area, "Do you know that or are you just trying to play with my mind?
-They say that someone from within the organization has been working in secret for months on a secret project whose intentions are known to no one outside the group," confessed Vermout, whispering in the ear of the young man who slowly entered a spiral of fear and anguish. Now the hiragana alphabet was not going to be of any use to him for what awaited him - but thanks to an informant, we think we have found that rat...
Ryouri's eyes suddenly opened that in his cherished eyes you could see the terror, "He knows, shit, but calm down. Maybe he's telling me because he trusts me? or..." Its luck I touch, the doors of the elevator are opened and saw an opportunity to escape of that one, or that believed.
-Well, I wish you good luck in your search for the traitor, now if you'll excuse me I have to rest, tomorrow I have a very hard day ahead of me," he said.
-You're wrong, this isn't the floor of the staff rooms," Vermout said behind his back as he heard a very familiar sound, the sound of the trigger when a gun was loaded, could only mean he had a revolver in the back of his head. His eyes are shaking," said Vermout, holding the gun in his right hand, "I don't understand. Why, after so many years in our service, being a faithful servant, would you go and betray us now?
"Why?" thinks Rossetto, shocked by the blonde's words, opening his eyes, then he stops shaking, clenching his fists tightly. At that moment the nerves had disappeared and in their place remained a sea of emotions that he thought he would not unleash: anger, pain, hatred, thirst for revenge. All that while in his head appeared flashes of a girl with cut red hair and eyes as beautiful as the sky. Seeing her in his mind motivated him "You have no idea why" thought Roseto as he turned his face to look at Vermouth pointing the barrel of his gun at him.
-Vengeance-he answered with a look full of rage. while his eyes reflected what his heart felt at that moment, it made Vermout tremble a little "This guy
At that time, Ryouri, took advantage of the deconcentration of Vermout to take a pen from his lab coat and in a quick movement of arms, moves the hand of the gun to one side and nails the pen in the middle of his arm, Vermout scream in pain dropping his gun .
-Ouch, you fucking brat.
Ryouri looked down on Vermout, who looked at him in the same way and walked out of there, through the door of the emergency stairs. Vermout is alarmed and slowly gets up, looks at Kir who is paralyzed.
-Quickly, don't let her get away.
-Yes," Kir started to walk and once he left Vermout, he smiled at the young man's intervention, something he had taught him to do during his meetings, but he was surprised at how effectively he had done it.
Meanwhile, Ryouri frantically climbed the ten floors of the building, only waiting for Vermout not to catch him and for Kir to give him a few minutes of advantage.
Shortly after, he opened the roof door, and watched from the balcony if there was any way out, looking all around the edge, but in if he was trapped. Half of the building faced a wide highway that passed by and on the right the channel of a river. That was his only chance and he knew he had to put his plan B into action. He took out of his robe pocket a red and white capsule with the inscription APTX 4869. He looked at it with his fingertips, closed his eyes, "Let's go there" he thought and took it to the corner of his mouth and swallowed it. Immediately Rossetto raised his arms in a sign of surrender, when he heard how Kir and Vermout were entering the roof behind him.
-Don't try anything funny if you don't want me to shoot your head off," said Vermout with a sharp pain in his arm.
Ryouri puts his hands up without turning around and starts laughing to the surprise of Vermout and Kir.
-If you kill me, everything you know about CELTs will disappear, but I swear that their legacy will never die, because after me, another person will come who, together with CELTs, will put an end to this organization of evil," he said with a smile, walking backwards to the edge of the roof overlooking the river. Vermout opens his eyes to the confession of that young man.
-What are you talking about? What the hell is CELTs? And what person are you referring to? -I ask lowering the gun little by little to Kir's surprise. Then Rossetto, climbs to the edge of the roof overlooking the river, turns to look at them with a victorious expression.
- Hehe, stay until the end of the show and you'll know-
Vermout scowls, but suddenly his eyes open in surprise, as he watches Rossetto open his arms and drop to the bottom of the abyss. Kir was at that moment horrified... Both approach the edge and observe a stain of water "At least he fell into the river, but it is impossible for anyone to survive a fall from such height" Vermout lets out a laugh, although deep down she felt really frustrated for having failed in the mission
-That guy is a real box of surprises" said Vermout with a certain tone of surprise in his voice, while he takes out a phone from his pocket and starts dialing numbers -but I think it's time to leave this to a real professional.
-What are you doing," she asked, but instead of getting an answer, Vermout answers a call.
-She spoke on the phone, Kir's face turned dark and she thought, "He can't be serious. Vermout smiled mischievously at the face of her enemy-Yes. I'm Vermout. Would you like to work for us again?
22:30 p.m. Walker Mansion.
A dark room with a large window overlooking the impressive views of the illuminated city of Tokyo, are the great spectacle that Mr. Walker, a silhouette that was sitting on a velvet armchair in the middle of the room, with a glass full of Johnnie Walker in his right hand and the other hand holding a cell phone. without looking away from the middle of all that light show.
-Of course, you know that I am always at your service for whatever you need, Vermont," he said in a thick, choppy voice with a southern accent, "I was not from that country. He takes a drink from his glass to his mouth and returns it with a satisfied expression, "What's the point this time?
Receive a photo on your mobile. While Vermout's voice is on speakerphone
-The one in the photo is called Ryouri Hantaro, aka Rossetto, he was the head of the R&D department of one of our laboratories. A few days ago, we found out that he was working on a secret project behind the organization's back. I want you to locate him and capture him, since you are one of the best trackers we have ever had.
-Received," he said with a half smile.
-but don't trust the first photo, it is possible that he has used one of our experiments and changed his physical appearance to that of a child. Here's a photo we found in the archives of the orphanage he was going to -
-He was a very imposing man: tall, big, wearing black clothes and sunglasses on his face. He hung up and looked at the illuminated city, since always, that place was his playground, he imagined Ryouri, his prey walking those streets all confident that nothing would happen to him. What a waste of time, he had no idea who he was facing. The theatrical and evil laughter of that man, filled the room in a place where no one would like to be.
...
-You're really crazy to trust that guy, you know that?" confessed Kir angrily. "Remember we need the kid alive and a killer doesn't come into the picture.
-Plans have changed since the boy jumped over the edge, but Johnny will find him, his specialty is "tracking down missing persons" - said Vermout emphasizing the last words
-And as for the other thing, what was that comment about?
-Just a hunch I have," he said as he held a red and white pill in his hand behind him.
Kir approaches Vermout's face with a very threatening eyebrow.
-You're hiding something, aren't you? -I ask curiously.
-And you? You're not the best one to talk to in these cases, impostor," she said, putting it aside with a cold and neutral tone, emphasizing the latter. "Keep your little secrets to yourself and I'll keep mine.
Kir watched menacingly, as he walked away to the Vermout door with his fresh and rebellious pose, while inside he wondered who was this Johnny Walker? and what secret is Vermout keeping that he doesn't want anyone to know?
Continued in Chapter 2: Memories We Share Together
ABOUT ME...
I am a very complicated person in love. Normally I like a girl for her personality, good taste, a good person and a bit tsundere (It doesn't have to be like that) like Ai Haibara / Shiho Miyano, Asuka Langley or Aisaka Taiga ... Why? I am a very observant person and I have noticed that I usually identify with them because they are people who find it difficult to show their true feelings: whether they are cold, stubborn, introverted or have a bad temper.
Maybe me and my family are all tsundere and being with them gives me a lot of security. That could be another reason why I like them so much, but I have to admit that whoever the girl is, I'm not going to just focus on that. (If I ever got married, we don't know xd) It would be something a bit stupid, because 3D people are a world and not a fixed plane of a color character that only appears a couple of times on the screen and It is done. People are better. They are like you and me. Humans.
Thank you all very much for reading this chapter and see you in the next one. By the way, to all Spanish men and women (and countries that celebrate it) I hope that the wise men bring you many gifts ... Some like me are old for that, but it is a great joy to see the happiness of the youngest when opening their presents.
