Shinichi had a secret that no one other than him, and the FBI, knew. It was so easy to keep, he truly thought at one moment that they already knew, however unlikely it may seem. The truth was, he had become an assassin. This was not completely his choice. The FBI had a secret gathering of assassins. They had seen his courage and survival skills along with his resourcefulness. They "kidnapped" him a few months ago, though they insisted on calling it borrowing, and brought him into a holding room at an abandoned airport somewhere he didn't know. Now, he originally was against it because of his nature, but they weren't giving him a choice. They needed a recruit and he already knew about it. His choice was life or death, and he decided to pick life.

His major question was about the timing. The FBI now knew that he was Shinichi, so why did they recruit him while he was stuck in this cursed body? They didn't answer.

Jodie Starling, an FBI agent he noted, led him into the hidden training room somewhere else in the building. He wasn't sure whether he was to be introduced to the others or if he was going to be trained, neither seemed good to him.

The inside of the training room was enormous, something that would seem impossible from the outside. The dilapidated building was a front. He didn't like where this seemed to be heading. The room was painted bright pink, an awful color if you asked him, and had exercise equipment strewn around everywhere. There were designated squares for certain things, and some seemed more violent than others. The ones with gray floors were relatively clean and had small equipment or weights. The ones with black floors were scary looking, to say the least, and had large weights and knives thrown either into dartboards or targets. He decided to steer clear of those at all costs.

"So? What do you think?" Jodie interrupted his thoughts.

" …you want to know what I think…of this." He managed, still slightly shaken.

"Of course!" she exclaimed happily. She had to have been afraid of this at first. So why wasn't she now?

He didn't know why, but something about her tone struck a nerve with him, "You want to know what I think of a training room for ASSASSINS!? You must be crazy! You know who I am right!? I am a detective, one of the best even, and you're asking me how I feel about THIS!? This goes against my morals to the biggest extreme possible! And you want me to become the one thing I despise most!? I would be living a double life on the exact opposite of the spectrum from my current!" he yelled. He was aware that he may have been ranting at that point, but he didn't care. He was dumbfounded. How could she expect him to be fine with this? How was SHE fine with this?

"Calm down." she told him, "you need to understand. You ultimately chose this. You had the choice to back out."

"And die!?" he yelled, not yet completely calm, "I think not!"

"I understand. I reacted the same way when I was asked to participate. It took me a few weeks, maybe even months, to get used to it and accept it. I learned that the world is better without some people." she said

"I severely doubt that will happen," he said finally starting to calm down.

"I severely doubt you're getting a choice in this." she retorted.

The shrunken boy continued to assess the building. He wondered around the equipment stashes and stumbled across some…suspicious stains. For the first time since arriving, he took the time to notice that the building was empty. He began to feel a slight onset of anxiety. What would he do? He had no choice but to participate.

While he sat distracted, Jodie locked the door and left. To where he didn't know. He snapped out of his stupor and glanced around. He began to panic slightly. Suddenly she popped out from behind a wall sporting athletic clothes and a sword. He was able to dodge for a few moments before he became tired. He would have to work on this stamina problem he had. Jodie laughed and stood to her full height.

"Good…good," she whispered as she helped him to his feet.

"GOOD!?" he yelled. Maybe he hadn't calmed down completely yet.

A few moments passed as she allowed him to recuperate. During this time she dragged out a toy box. It was suspicious. Shinichi decided this immediately. Jodie whistled merrily as she sorted through a large ring of keys. Settling on a nondescript silver key, she walked to him and held it out.

"Go on." she urged gently. Her face was disarming, but the struggle she went through to move the box completely disintegrated any effect it might have had. He didn't want to take it, he really didn't. He needed an escape plan. Thinking left Shinichi's face blank.

The FBI agent sighed with an air of tiredness about her. 'Too bad' the pseudo child thought. He surely wouldn't accept it immediately.

"I know this isn't what you want to do." she whispered, "but…you have to understand that this program is the only reason that Japan isn't overrun with criminals. I wasn't going to tell you initially. The comic books say that killing a murderer doesn't change the amount left in the world. That's wishful thinking…that it would only stay stagnant." she went silent.

Shinichi had to admit, that was a pretty convincing speech, but his morals wouldn't allow him to think that way. He deliberated with himself for a moment. 'if I accept this key, I won't have the choice to leave, or maybe I will. I don't know what's in the box.' his curiosity won out and during that second he felt like a cat. He took the key and walked purposefully towards the toy box. Inside, he found a collection of knives and a handgun fitted with a silencer.