All right guys, this fic is quickly drawing to a close. I am expecting maybe four to five more chapters, and then I will be giving this one up. Don't worry though; I will ride it out until the very end. I know what I want to write about, and I am sure it will be a fun ride.

I walked into the foyer to see Yukiko hugging the boy like her life depended on it, Conan putting up with the doting treatment with only slight embarrassment and irritation, and Yusaku standing in the doorway looking on with a dear fondness at his wife and son. It was a wholesome picture to be sure, and I felt immediately like I was intruding on something I shouldn't have. Before I could retreat however, Yukiko caught sight of me.

"Ah, without your disguise Subaru-kun."

She whisked towards me, but I was slightly more interested in Conan and Yusaku. It was the first time I had seen the father and son together. There was no words exchanged between them, just a clear gaze, but I could tell that even though they stood feet apart, they were having a conversation no one else could hear, just the two of them. Conan was the first to turn away with a smirk, and Yusaku mirrored it.

"I will make some breakfast for us Subaru-kun."

She rounded on the youngest here.

"As for you Sh-Conan-kun. You need to get to school don't you?"

My eyes flickered to the clock to see it was close to eight. Yes, if he left now he could possibly make it in time. Conan waved a hand.

"I am skipping today."

Yukiko's eyes quickly turned terrifying, and took up an intimidating stance, towering over the younger boy bearing that grin that didn't quite reach her eyes. Even I took a slight step back.

"Now Conan-kun, your education is important. You should go to school."

Conan blinked stupidly at Yukiko in disbelief, before he protested indignantly.

"Keeping him alive is way more important than learning how to write kanji, which I already know how to do!"

Yukiko stomped her foot down and Conan cowered slightly, almost backing down. I hear a small chuckle and Yusaku stepped forward.

"Dear let him have the day off. He needs to help us prepare after all."

Conan, realizing he had an ally, stood a little taller. Yukiko glanced between her husband and her son, realized she was in a one versus two fight, before she puffed out her cheeks in a pout.

"That's no fair."

Conan and Yusaku glanced each other and I could feel the eye rolls. Yukiko grinned as she almost tackled Conan into the floor.

"Of course you want to spend the day with your loving m—"

She was cut off by Conan shoving a hand over her mouth in a panic, glancing at me to see if I had heard. Yusaku sighed in exasperation.

"Yukiko dear."

I couldn't help it. The picture was too perfect. Yusaku's exasperated face at his wife's antics, Conan's close to panic and embarrassment as he shoving at Yukiko to get off, and Yukiko hugging the daylights out of her son was just too comical. I chuckled loudly, covering my mouth with my hand and turning away slightly so the Boya wouldn't see.

"See look, Subaru-san is laughing at us."

I turn back to see the Kudos looking at me with something akin to amusement. Well the older Kudos anyway. Conan just looked at me sheepishly. I waved a hand.

"Sorry. It is just…well you all are a breath of fresh air is all."

Yukiko grinned, standing up from the floor, dusting herself off.

"Now then, I will fix breakfast."

She whirled down the hallway. Yusaku smiled pleasantly and held his hand forward to me.

"Ah, nice to see you again Subaru-kun."

I shook his hand and I could tell by the callouses that this man was a writer. I see the same look of interest that Conan had when he first shook my hand, and I bet he is analyzing far more than I did.

"Likewise Kudo-san."

It was worth it to see Conan's interested face as he regarded us carefully.

"You know each other?"

Yusaku nodded.

"Yes. I came over a few weeks ago to visit. We met then."

Conan glanced at me suspiciously, before turning his attention back to Yusaku.

"Did you bring the items I asked for?"

Yusaku tapped a suitcase that I hadn't notice he had rolled in behind him.

"Yes, I collected them. Many of my friends asked several questions, but I said it was for detective work."

I stepped forward opening the suitcase to expose a variety of spy equipment. Spy cameras, computer monitors, laptops, microphones, ear pieces, and listening bugs lay in a tangled mess. Oh, that must be what he plans to use to monitor the conversation between Bourbon and Yusaku-san. Conan nodded in approval and zipped it back up.

"I will take it upstairs for our base of operations."

I grabbed the handles.

"I got it Boya."

Somehow I got the impression if he tried to take that upstairs he would topple over with the weight.

"Boys, come eat first. We can do business later."

We all glanced at each other and decided that can wait; Yukiko is quite insistent in what she wants, and none of us felt the need to fight her on it.

Within a few minutes Yukiko had four omelets on the table with refills of coffee, and we sat down to eat. I mostly stayed silent, listening as Conan caught up with Yukiko and Yusaku, telling them about his recent exploits and asking them about their travels. Yukiko made sure to ask about his school life as well as his friends and social life, while Yusaku was more interested in the mysteries. Conan would inform him about the recent crimes that he had solved, and it was amazing how they mirrored each other as they both got excited as they figured out the culprit, both Conan in the retelling, and Yusaku in the description, like they were discussing their favorite books. The look of enthusiasm on both of their faces was almost contagious.

They tried to pull me into the conversation often, well Yusaku and Yukiko did, asking if anything had happened interesting to me. I answered calmly, but quickly turned the attention back to Conan and their lives. It felt precious, their time together, so I didn't want to disturb it.

Conan was the first to slurp up his omelet and run out of the room.

"Ok I am going to go work on the getting the system up and running."

I glance at my plate, shoveling down the few bites I had left.

"I will go help him."

Yukiko chuckled as she picked up both his and my plates.

"All right. I am going to get started on Yu-chan's disguise. Call if you need anything."

I strolled out into the hall to see Boya inspecting the suitcase, pulling at the handles halfheartedly to gauge the weight. I picked it up out of his grasp.

"I got it. Where are we heading with this?"

Conan pointed to the second floor.

"Upstairs. I want to get far enough away that Bourbon can't sense me."

I lug the suitcase up the stairs with Conan trotting ahead of me, pushing open the door to one of the rooms.

"Here we go."

I set the case down and immediately Boya is rifling through the equipment, picking up different things and setting them out on the floor.

"Would you set up the computers and check the placement of the cameras? I will go set them up. Unless you want to do that?"

He looked up at me, and I debated. I would be able to place them better, considering my height, and if he sets them up then Bourbon will probably figure out who is really behind this scheme, if he hasn't already.

"No Boya, let's switch, unless you don't know how to do the computers?"

I highly doubt Conan doesn't know how to set up the software for this. He shook his head, and I see the spark of understanding.

"Ah, yes you are right. With this he will more than likely guess the FBI is observing the exchange then me."

He hopped up to the desk, starting to clear it of any miscellaneous items. I picked up at least five of the cameras. There were almost fifteen in there.

"Are we using all of these?"

It seems a bit excessive, and if we use this much Bourbon will most definitely spot them and conclude this is set up.

"No only a few. I would say at least eight of them? First though we need to set up the computers."

We spent the next hour hooking up the cameras and connecting them to the computers. It was nostalgic, reminding me of less dangerous operations when I was an FBI agent, when we broke drug deals and took down smaller crime syndicates and gangs with intel gathering.

We had a pretty good system going, with me fixing up the camera, with Conan busily typing programs, pulling up the view and auditory recordings on a window of the monitors, and positioning the three screens and two laptops where he desired. We talked, me mostly giving him pointers about how to do it better. Not that he wasn't doing a good job, but it was more of a textbook step by step way of doing it instead of doing it with the shortcuts you learn after experience of doing them in the field. Point was it was not as efficient as he could be. He took the advice to heart and eventually he fell into a groove.

"Hey Akai-san?"

I didn't look up from my task.

"Yes?"

"Can you teach me how to be a sniper?"

I pause, looking up at the miniature detective, who was still turned toward the computers. That was quite a tall order, and a bit out of character for the boy. He usually wants to save people, not cause death. Why could he want to know how to snipe?

"What brings this up Conan-kun?"

He seemed to sense my seriousness and turned around, reaching for the next camera.

"It is a useful skill to have is it not? What happens if I have to deal with an enemy from far away, like Chianti and Korn?"

I think the Boya is missing the point. Snipers kill people. I raise my hand in the form of a finger gun.

"Conan."

He turned, and my finger hit him right in the forehead. He froze, eyes focused on the finger in his face. I wait a moment, before asking quietly.

"Are you prepared to kill someone?"

His eyes left the fake gun and focused back on my face.

"Not at all Akai-san. I wish to incapacitate them, to protect others."

Ah, thought so. Then this is not the job for the Boya. I withdraw my hand.

"Boya, there is only one spot that guarantees no injury or death of another person in protecting them: the brain stem, which kills instantly and causes no spasms or repercussions. Snipers kill to protect others. Incapacitating shots are not nearly as common."

His face hardens and he protested.

"You shot Kevin Yoshino to incapacitate him."

I raise an eyebrow. Ah, the sniper spree from a few weeks ago. Is that what brought up this idea in his head?

"Boya, Mouri Ran was in the way. If I had shot for the tip of his nose to kill him, it wouldn't have been as accurate with the distance, and could have hurt or killed her in the process."

He sighed, bowing his head.

"I just…during that case, I was next to useless, and it was because of you that he was apprehended. If you weren't there, Ran…neechan and Jodie Sensei and everyone else would have gotten hurt or killed. I am a pretty good shot with a pistol, but that has limited range. I am confident in my ability to incapacitate a criminal if it comes to that. However what happens in the future, when you aren't there to have my back? I want to save people in a realistic way, and I think learning how to be a sniper would achieve that goal."

He looked back up at me, eyes sparking.

"I don't want to feel that useless again."

The Boya felt useless? He had been the most crucial part of that case. If he hadn't have given me the light, I would have never been able to shoot. I get where he is coming from though. As a sniper, it is a privilege to have the longest reach to protect those in need, especially the ones that we care about. I also understand how frustrating it is being too far away to be able to do anything. I felt that on the top of Asakusa Sky Court, when I didn't have a clear shot because of the lack of light.

However, it is impossible for a human to be able to save everyone. It is a childish ideal that fosters unrealistic dreams. Conan is probably used to everything working out in the end, but he has experienced that failure before, at least with Akemi. That is probably why he is thinking about this. It was a noble thought, but unachievable. I turned from where I had been sitting on the floor to kneel in front of Conan.

"I thought you would make a pretty good sniper with your soccer ball to be honest."

He frowned, staring at the ground in front of him, not looking at me.

"It didn't reach completely."

I think he is missing the point again. He needs to understand. Sniping isn't just about skill, but personality. He doesn't have that killer vibe about him, and I think even though he has seen the worst people in the world and the atrocities they commit, has trudged through the filth of the criminal underworld, he has kept his kind nature. It is obvious in the way he treats people, law enforcement, strangers, loved ones, and even criminals alike. He will not have it in him to pull the trigger to completely silence someone, and somewhere down the road, he will have to make that choice.

It is naïve to think he won't come across cases where he will have to kill a man to protect people if he turned into a sniper. Not to mention to get that good takes years of training. It is just not something feasible for the Boya to do. I tapped his knee, making him look directly at me.

"Conan-kun, what am I?"

He narrowed his eyes in semi-confusion.

"A sniper?"

I shrugged. He was part right. I rephrased.

"What else?"

He answered dutifully.

"An FBI investigator."

I nodded.

"And what are you?"

His eyes flashed with conviction, as he gave me the same answer he said when he first introduced himself.

"A detective."

I smirked, raising a hand to ruffle his hair, which he displaced with a displeased protest.

"Exactly Conan-kun. Detectives seek the truth, unravel crime scenes, and occasionally catch the criminals that commit the deed; however they seek justice by incarcerating criminals. Investigators do that as well, although they are not afraid to kill in order for their justice to be met. Their philosophies are different. It is best to stick with what you are best at, and leave things you aren't good at to other people. Do not forget your ideals in order to achieve your goals."

I withdraw my hand and lean back.

"Besides, if you need a sniper for anything, you know you can call me for anything. I will always have your back for as long as I am able."

Yes, even when I was a whole lot older, or whenever we had gone back to our lives after the organization has been put into jail, and Kudo Shinichi is back on the stage, if he calls me or needs me for a case, I will always be willing to help him. I am sure the feeling is mutual. If I ever need to take down any organizations, or have an oracle depict the future for me, I know exactly who to call. Conan sighed, before giving me a gentle smile.

"Ah, I wasn't thinking clearly. You are right of course."

He turned back to his work.

"Thank you Akai-san, for refusing my request."

He finally got it. I turned back to my work, clicking the cameras back on.

"No problem Boya, I am glad you understand now."

After about another half an hour, everything was hooked up to the system. Conan sat in the chair, looking over all the screens to check them. It was strange how small he looked in the set up, where I had seen bigger men that weren't nearly as qualified.

"Everything seems to be in order."

I picked up two of the ear pieces from the bag, placing one in my ear, while handing the other to him.

"Any particular places you want them?"

Conan attached the earpiece to his ear, the mouthpiece curving around his cheek.

"No I will leave that up to your expert opinion. I will just tell you what the best angle will be. I would like Yusaku-san to talk to Bourbon in the living room."

I grabbed a handful of the cameras and stuff them in my pockets, descending the staircase to the first floor. The living room huh? It was the room closest to the door, so we can set up cameras in there and in the foyer to document his whole stay. I walk past the kitchen to hear Yukiko blabbering away as Yusaku sat obediently, letting his wife paint the disguise on his face.

I scope out possible spots and secure the cameras under the Boya's directions. Within an hour, we had all the cameras positioned correctly. I was tempted to ask the Boya to use Kudo Shinichi's voice, considering I could only hear, not see him, but thought better of it. It would have been strange to ask considering I had technically never met his real self.

I strolled back up the stairs to the control center to see Conan fiddling with a microphone and the cold mask. I look over his shoulder to see how everything looked. It was different between setting up the pieces and looking at it as a whole picture. I could see the exchange from multiple angles, so Bourbon couldn't hide anything behind his back or anything like that. If he tried anything, Conan could warn Yusaku in time to deal with the threat.

Which brings up another question that had been poking at the back of my brain. What if we were wrong? What if Bourbon was not a NOC? I doubt Conan's deduction is incorrect, but…it was impossible to predict some things even for a miracle. What if he turned on Yusaku with a gun, and the Boya had to watch his father die in front of him? I opened my mouth to ask when Conan stated calmly.

"Do you doubt my guarantee Akai-san?"

I froze, and noticed how my face, looking rather grave was reflected in one of the darkened screens, a few inches below mine, Boya's piercing gaze was just as potent in the reflection. I feel a slight feeling of déjà vu of the same words that I spoke to him during the Kir operation. I smirked in response and stood. Right, I was foolish for doubting the Boya's plan. Even if there was a slight chance that we were wrong, Yusaku and Conan should be well prepared to deal with him. I know how relentless Conan is with criminals and how damaging his tranquilizer watch is as well as his soccer balls, and Yusaku was a detective at one time as well; I can tell by his aura that he would have made a great FBI agent to rival my skills. I should trust both of them to handle the situation at hand.

"Not at all Boya."

He turned back to his tinkering.

"It won't take me long to finish this. You can go see how Yusaku-san's disguise is going if you would like."

I take that as a signal I am dismissed from my mini boss and stalk back downstairs, to check and see what was happening. I walk in to Yukiko about halfway through with painting the foundation onto the mask, with Yusaku patiently putting up with it. I pull up a stool to watch the work. Yukiko, hearing the scrap of the legs against the kitchen tile, didn't look up from her work as she asked.

"You want to help me Subaru-kun? It would get it done faster."

I freeze in my seat. Me, help? Was I good enough? I know I had been practicing but was it enough? I suppose it would go by faster. I pull the stool up so I was sitting right beside Yukiko-san. I pull out a blending sponge and where she painted I gently dabbed at it, blending it into the latex mask. I was concentrating on my work, but I can sense Yukiko's radiant smile with how the room brightened by about a hundred watts. There was something niggling at the back of my mind so I asked.

"Kudo-san, do you know the particulars of how I came to be at this house?"

I was curious if the great Kudo Yusaku had figured out, or had been informed about how the trick was done, the one that convinced me Conan was a masterful detective. Ah, he can't answer, not with us working on his face. Moving while Yukiko was working on your disguise was like asking to be berated and given a slight smack on the wrist. Yusaku raised his hand, folding his fingers into gestures that I soon recognized as sign language.

No not enough info.

Ho? How interesting. I picked up a brush, painting on some blush into the cheeks.

"Oh, would you like me to tell you now or would you rather figure it out later?"

Either way he will hear of his son's genius by the end of the day, if I, or Bourbon and Conan will tell him. He seemed to think about it, before he pointed to me, before folding his hand into a fist, gesturing yes.

I smirk as I gladly take the slight distraction that helps with the monotony of disguising. I started at the very beginning, at when the Boya picked out which of the three men was the culprit. I kept the details short and sweet, keeping to the facts. I painted the scene in the format of a crime report more than a story. I didn't know if Yukiko would be able to figure out the genius behind the mystery.

After I finished explaining, about where Kir shot me on Raiha pass and I drove here to get my disguise, no amount of chiding from Yukiko could keep the man from smiling. His eyes sparkled with emotions that I could barely recognize as he motioned silently.

I see. That is quite the plan.

I couldn't help but laugh softly.

"That is an understatement."

That sounds like something I would write in one of my books.

Yusaku gave me more signs, this time slightly more firm, yet gentle at the same time.

I am so proud of him.

I pause. Ah, that would be the emotion I saw earlier. A look of pride in his son's abilities, as well as awe at thinking up such a thing, as he should be. His child has gained recognition from Jodie, Camel, and me, as well as Vermouth and I am sure Bourbon with his brilliance and clear judgement. His son had managed to make significant progress against the organization that no one seemed to get a grip on. He has every right to be a proud father.

My thoughts were interrupted from a light tap on my wrist. I glance from where I had been shading in the mask around the neck area to see Yusaku's eyes sparkle as he signed slowly.

Find what you were looking for?

It took me a few moments to figure out what he was asking. Ah, right. I hadn't talked to Yusaku since I had discovered the true identity of Edogawa Conan. I smirked.

"Ah yes, I closed that investigation a while ago."

I see Yusaku's eyes brightened as he let out a half chuckle through his nose.

"What investigation?"

I froze, glancing toward the door to see Conan walking in, eyes wide in his innocent child routine. Ah crap, he is trying to lower my guard. I answer seriously, not looking at Yusaku to give anything away.

"Last time I was here Yusaku san left me a little mystery to figure out that's all."

Conan paused, but didn't ask anything else.

"Hey Ok-Yukiko-san, what is for lunch?"

I glance over at the clock. Man, noon already? We are already basically finished with Yusaku's disguise. Yukiko stuck out her tongue to the side, an act of focus as she worked on the eyebrows, before she answered.

"You want to go get some fast food? I don't have the time to fix you boys something. Why don't you go on over to Poirot and get some of their sandwiches?"

I see Conan stiffen a little. Ah, Bourbon is working there is he not? If he catches the boy skipping school he will admonish him, or tell the Mouris, or do something else to mess up the plan like detain him. I offer helpfully.

"I am craving Café Columbo food myself. Conan-kun can you go get some?"

Conan relaxed and nodded. Yukiko gestured out the door with her free hand.

"Purse is in the hall dear."

Conan disappeared from view and in about a minute I heard the door open and shut.

"Why did you not want Poirot?"

I glanced over at Yukiko who was still looking at her husband, but I can tell her attention is on me. Yusaku also was looking at me gravely, as if sensing something was wrong. I sigh.

"Has Conan-kun told you what this is about?"

Yukiko shook her head, answering for both of them.

"No, he said that he needed Yusaku to disguise as you."

I pause. Can I tell them that their son is living above a person from the organization that may be a double agent? I decided not and to tell a little fib.

"I just like Café Columbo's food better."

I know I should probably tell them, but what they don't know won't hurt them. Yukiko would fret needlessly, begging me to take care of Conan again, and I don't know how Yusaku would react.

Yusaku asked with his hands, holding up first all of his fingers, and then a one on his right hand, and a four on his left. I cock my head to the left, trying to decipher the message. Fifteen? No he wouldn't have separated them like that. Wait, police code. Ten, and then a one and four…10-14? If I remember correctly, that was reporting a prowler.

Ah, yes. He was asking if there was a suspicious person at Poirot. I nodded, not needing words to confirm his suspicions. Yusaku's brow tightened fractionally and I see the discreet glance toward his wife. I thank him silently. I feel like if we told Yukiko her son was that close to an Organization member she might freak out a little. Yusaku on the other hand…I know he is also worried but he is less likely to freak out. I need to reassure him somehow, but I don't exactly know how.

Yusaku raised his hand again, flashing one and zero multiple times. One zero one zero one, so 10-101? Ah, I remember that one. What is status, or are you secure? He was asking if Conan was safe at the Mouris. I blink before I replied, using my hands as well, except they were tapping the numbers out on Yusaku's hand, out of Yukiko's sight.

10-106.

Status secure. Conan is safe. He is aware of it and has been acting accordingly. I add as an afterthought.

"Maybe I can invite the Poroit cook over to teach him a lesson."

There was a discreet hint that Yusaku could pick up on, that the same man would be coming over here tonight. There was no acknowledgment besides the slight smirk and twinkle in the man's eye. He knows now, and he can also gauge how dangerous this man is that is around his son tonight.

"Oh, have you made that much progress on your cooking Subaru-kun?"

I startled, looking up from my work. I forgot Yukiko was also part of this conversation. I cover it up with an easy smile.

"Ah, I have a great teacher Yukiko-san."

Yukiko giggled like a school girl. I sigh inwardly and pick up another brush.

A few minutes later I hear the sound of the door opening. I place my brush down and rush out into the hall to see Conan slipping on the house slippers, plastic bag full of food in his hand. I knelt in front of him whispering.

"Are you going to tell Yusaku-san about the plan?"

Conan raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. I will inform him of it after Yukiko-san and you leave. We have to come up with a code to communicate as well."

I blink. I have to leave? With Yukiko-san? Why? Conan answered my questions easily before I even asked them.

"After Yukiko-san is finished with Yusaku-san's disguise she is heading back to the airport. I would assume you wouldn't want to walk around in broad daylight as yourself so she was going to drop you off at Camel's car. Is that agreeable?"

Of course. I nodded and stood back up, taking the food bag from the boy.

"Yes, thank you."

We walked back in to Yukiko-san standing straight up clapping her hands in excitement.

"Voila, you are done dear."

There sitting in the chair was Okiya Subaru. He looked exactly like my alter ego. I step forward; studying his face, looking for flaws that I knew weren't there.

"Looks wonderful Yukiko-san."

She looked at her watch and frowned.

"Just in time too. My flight is soon. Come on Subaru-kun. I am giving you a ride right?"

I take two of the sandwiches out of the bag, and walk toward the door.

"Yes, let me grab something."

I make my way to my nightstand, where the pistol that Kusada Rikumichi shot himself with lay in a drawer. I take it out easily, trying not to get my fingerprints on it. I had been thinking about it, and this was the best peace offering I could give. Not only was it a share of information, but Bourbon if he was PSB, he knew about Japan and how he could have gotten the pistol in the first place. It was a bone to occupy the dog that was attacking me, diverting his attention away from me. It was killing two birds with one stone.

I grab one of the earpieces from the suitcase and stick it in my ear, before joining Yukiko by the door.

"All right, I am ready."

I turn around to see Conan and Yusaku standing in the kitchen doorway. I wonder how they will act when I leave. I throw them a nod.

"Good luck."

Conan smirked, holding up two fingers. Peace? No, V for victory. I smirk in return, tapping the ear piece.

"Keep me in the loop."

Conan nodded once, and then I was gone with Yukiko-san, out to the rental car that was outside the house.

Yukiko-san was a superb driver, possibly on par with Camel, even if she was a speed demon. I however wasn't that concerned about it, only clamping my fingers around the seatbelt a few times as the woman drifted around cars, switching lanes with ease. Even though it should have been a ten minute drive, it turned into five. She pulled into the parking spot right beside Camel's, and unlocked the door.

"Good bye Subaru-kun. I will be back tomorrow to make sure you reattach your disguise correctly. This will be your final test."

I raise my eyebrow. Was I that good already?

"I didn't think I was that close to being completely independent."

Yukiko bit her lip.

"Well, the fact that Yu-chan is playing you must mean your disguise is compromised right? If this person is investigating you, then me coming and going every week will draw unwanted attention. The sooner I cut ties with you the better right?"

Ah, so Yusaku is not the only ones with the brains in the family. Even given such vague clues as what Conan must have given her, she figured out most of the situation out on her own. No wonder Conan is so intelligent; both of his parents are geniuses in their own right. Yukiko made a shooing noise.

"Get going. I have to be back in Los Angeles so I can get my Yu-chan disguise ready."

I glance around, and hopped out of the car before it reversed and revved its way out of the parking lot. It took me a little longer than thirty seconds to pick the lock to the inside of Camel's car. I sat in the back, and locked it again. I glance at the pile of jackets in the backseat and decide it would be a great thing to hide underneath. Ah yes, I was going to look that up.

I pull out my phone, clicking in the keys to the search engine. It didn't take long to hack into the Japan's police academy graduates. If this guy was PSB, then he had to have been good, enough to graduate with honors. I went back through every year, looking through the names. Zero was his nickname as a child so that narrows it down surely. Unless they wiped his name from all the records, which would make this a wasted effort.

Finally after two hours of searching did I find it. Furuya Rei, graduated with honors. Zero as a nickname, check. I click on his name and a photograph of a much younger version of Bourbon popped up, along with a bio that said he disappeared off the record a few years ago. I smirk. Ah Boya, you were right. Now that I have his real name, it should shock his system a bit. I glance at my watch and yawn. I had an early start this morning, and it would be awhile before any moves are made by either party. A nap seems to be in order.

I lay back, pulling my signature hat down over my eyes to block out the sun. When I wake up, it will be time to fight the most crucial battle to date. I can't be over confident and cocky just because it is a three on one fight. Bourbon might pull something out from under us if we aren't careful. I have to trust that Conan and Yusaku will be able to take care of things on their end smoothly, while taking care of my end just as easily.

I take a deep breath, and have no trouble allowing my consciousness to fade away.