"Ran!" Sonoko and I shouted in sync.

"Don't worry Conan-kun. I know which school that uniform is from. We can track the kidnapper from there," Sonoko told me with her hand on my head. I must have looked worried. I suppose even she could be quite level headed at times.

"Thanks, Sonoko."

"Father said our school had a better domestic business program than theirs, but I could have gotten in easily," She boasted with a slight chuckle. Though level headed, Sonoko was a bit arrogant all the same.

"Anyways, we shouldn't take any chances. Let's take your family's car and follow them quickly, okay!"

"Right, right. I'll call my father's driver so we can head to their campus as quickly as possible," she agreed.

A sleek Mercedes sedan arrived to pick us up within a few minutes. I didn't want to jump to any conclusions, but if that flirtatious student did anything to Ran, I wouldn't forgive him.

He seemed well to do, but what puzzles me is what he said:

"I think you'd be perfect."

What did he mean by that? Could this have something to do with the organization? Have they found out about me? These kind of thoughts raced through my head as we pulled up to the school gates of the International Studies Academy.

"This school is known for their emphasis on letting students run the school to get the most practical experience out of school. If anyone would know how to find Ran, it's their student body government," Sonoko informed me as we ran toward the entrance of the administrative building.

We walked into their administrative building to see quite a bit of students students huddled in groups. A few groups had presentations running complete with charts and diagrams being shown by projector.

This place looks impressive.

I snapped back to reality. It's not the time for admiration.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where can we find the president? Its urgent that we see them," I asked a bookish looking girl close to us.

"Uhm, they would be in the executive's lounge up the stairs. I can take you there if you want," she replied.

"Thanks," I replied as we walked toward the stairs. The bookish looking girl led us toward this wide stair well, but she ended up tripping on the first step and her glasses fell off. "Ouch!"

I picked them up for her and realized that both the lenses were missing. She took the frame and put them back on with the the lenses still missing. She continued up the grand stairwell.