While still aching from his morning workout, he proceeded with the afternoon. His main incentive for this was being able to be himself, literally. Of course, he also wanted to survive. His phone blinked on the floor beside him.

'Will you be able to speak?' He almost threw his phone across the room. No, he decided. He would rather not talk.

'Yeah,' Jodie called immediately after and was subjected to the glory of him trying to regain breath after a rather tricky set.

"Hello!" She greeted loudly, "I can only assume from your labored breathing that you are right on track with the program?"

"Hrngh," He huffed unhappily. Against his better judgment, he answered the call. He regretted everything.

She continued unfazed, "Well, I would like to inform you of further details. If need be, you can write down anything useful, but I would advise against it. I'm already taking a chance talking over this phone." She stopped and seemed to move papers around, "The address is 243 Hein St. You will rendezvous at the 24-hour café called Blood Moon and will travel with Agent Allium. She's perfect for stake-outs. You'll love her!"

Stake-outs? "What type of mission is this anyway?" He replied soon after. Shinichi wasn't sure what she wanted him to do.

"Well, you'll get more information from our agent before the mission. Although, I can assure you that you will not come into any intentional contact with the enemy. Our intel department had already gathered as much information as possible from a distance, and this phase is exclusively for what we couldn't get. As such, I look forward to your first pseudo-mission!" She hung up.

The teen continued his workout and thought for a moment. When were they meant to meet? She hadn't said. He shot her a quick text and changed himself before he was able to expose his teenage form.

"Conan!" Ran's voice rang out from the living room, "Dinner's ready!"

He quickly showered and joined them at the table. His hair wasn't dried yet, and he was scolded briefly before getting food.

"So, how was school?" Ran asked.

"It was fine. I couldn't go with the Professor 'cause I have somewhere to be this weekend. They were all so sad!" He lamented in his sickly sweet children's voice. He wasn't sure how her, a high school student, could ask a question so dreaded by every child, but he gave in.

"Oh? What do you need to do?" she asked.

He froze and cursed himself for the millionth time today. He needed to get his story straight before he began his lies, "Uh, my mom is here, and I wanted to spend the weekend with her. I'm sorry I didn't tell you! I was just so excited." he babbled, and rather than putting the lie in jeopardy, the childish panic helped cement it.

"Your mother? Why doesn't she come and say hi then?" Ran, bless her heart, was only trying to be nice, but Shinichi's panic needed her to stop.

Thankfully, he was able to convince her that his mother was one: time conscious, and two: shy. Besides, Kogoro had started a rant that changed the subject.

The small boy carefully slinked away and into bed during the dispute. He would typically stay up later, but his exercise mixed with stress had allowed him to sleep immediately.

Shinichi woke with a start on Friday. His week had been boring, and was actually looking forward to the assassin work. Haibara had seemed slightly suspicious from his behavior that Monday evening, but he had been careful around her from then on. After some deliberation with his new 'boss,' he had agreed to take classes concerning his acting skills and additional sessions for dealing with any possible shock. Though he liked to believe that killing someone wouldn't be much different than his previous job, the prospect still haunted him. He wondered if he would ever be able to do it.

His first few 'classes' had been over the phone as he had no way to reach them. Thankfully, the acting classes began on inflection and not facial cues. He was pleasantly surprised and terrified at the fact that he had improved so quickly.

His day began like any other. He had memorized and created a routine for his exercises. The sun shone at precisely the same time, and his schooling had not changed in the slightest, yet he felt uneasy. While he was looking forward to the stake-out, he was not entirely sure if he would ever be able to accept what came after. He knew what they were gathering information for.

As night fell, his mind raced. Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be his first official assignment. Tomorrow would be his first willing assistance in illegal activities. Tomorrow would be his first time meeting a fellow agent. Tomorrow.