Hi guys, this will cover about half of movie twenty. Sorry it took so long. I was going to make it one big chapter, but then it would have been like fifteen thousand words and taken even longer, so I split it up. I should be able to update soon though!

It was about a week later when I finally got another message from Kir. I was expecting another update on the Rum situation, possibly more clarification or specifics about his movements, but I got something totally different instead. The email subject said urgent, so I assumed it would be about that topic but when I opened it I got something totally different.

Raid on PSB headquarters for info. Curacao. Goal is NOC list. Help.

I suck in a quick breath. Yes, if this agent, Curacao managed to get into the international database in the PSB building, she could look up all agents undercover around the world, especially those in the Organization. If that was discovered…Kir could be in danger. She would be killed immediately. Oh crap, Bourbon too I suppose.

Now what should I do? I could call James, get the FBI involved, but I feel like if we managed to muck it up, the PSB would have fingers ready to point directly at us. On the other hand, if we don't warn them, then Curacao would get away with priceless information. I could go myself, but that leads to me being rediscovered as being alive. I had to do something though; sitting still was not an option.

Should I warn Bourbon? He is working at Poirot today, and I think it would be worth it to incur his wrath if he was not caught unawares. I could easily call and let him know discreetly. Wait, if Kir knows of this operation, then it is a sure bet that he also knows and is already preparing a counterattack.

So…should I do something? That was the main thing. Kir wouldn't have contacted me if she didn't think she needed my services, but she also doesn't know Bourbon is a double agent. Although, thinking about it, could they need my set of skills specifically? I am a decent hand to hand combat specialist, probably not needed, but if she tries to use an automobile to get away, I am a pretty decent driver as well. Also, I don't know if the PSB have any snipers.

It's official, I am going. However, my Subaru car is quite distinct and can get traced back to me, as well as if we did get into a high-speed chase, there was no way I could compete with other cars. I go out the door, typing in James's number. I don't want to buy a new one, but if I recall correctly, Camel just bought a new one to make up for the new one that got ruined last week in the chase. The tire rim was so bent it had bent the axel, so Camel had bought a new red mustang I believe. That would be perfect for my needs. I don't think he would mind if I borrowed it.

"Yes?"

"James, does Camel need his car tonight?"

There was a slight pause.

"Do you need it for something?"

I might as well inform him of the situation.

"An Organization member is invading the PSB headquarters to try to find a NOC list by hacking into the Database. I want to be there in case things go south."

James hummed softly.

"Do you think you will need backup?"

I pause as I walked down the road, toward our own temporary headquarters.

"No, I am thinking the PSB agents won't be incompetent. I was going to act as backup for them. Also, no need to give them a reason to blame us for something."

James replied after a few seconds of thinking.

"Yes, you can borrow the car. Camel requests you turn it back in in one piece however."

That was difficult, considering the amount of bullets that are probably going to be shot at me.

"No promises, but I will try my best."

"All right, you heading over to pick it up?"

"Yeah, be there soon."

It was finally night. I was sitting in the mustang, across from the PSB headquarters. I was sitting as my normal self, sniper rifle across from me in the passenger seat, listening to the radio talk about a wreck on a highway somewhere. I was watching the building intently, waiting for the inevitable hunt to begin. Maybe we will get lucky, and capture Curacao before she ever gets out here, but I doubt it. I remember she was exceptionally good at espionage, one of the best. She is not a caged bird for sure.

Suddenly a light goes on one of the upper floors. I raise my eyebrows and my fingers twist around the wheel in anticipation. I took it for a test drive this afternoon, and it handles well. I was just ready to bust this baby wide open. Now, will she come out the front entrance, or sneak out the ba—

My eyes were immediately drawn to one of the top floors as a window burst open, a figure flying through it. I watch in amazement as the figure does some of the most dangerous parkour stunts I had ever seen flawlessly, flying effortlessly through the air to halfway land in a tree, jump to a pole and twirl down to the ground.

People are sprinting out of the building now, chasing after her, it must be a her with that kind of figure, runs out in front of a car. The driver slams on his breaks, shrieking to a halt. Immediately he gets out, only for him to be kicked and his car stolen. The car does a U-turn, spinning off into traffic, causing honks and squealed tires along the way.

Curacao. It has to be. I turn the car on and mash on the gas pedal, speeding after the blue sedan. Ah crap, as of right now I can't really stop her. I can't drive and shoot; and getting close to her is dangerous. Who knows what she might do to civilians just to get away in one piece? Suddenly, a memory of months ago.

That was my fault. I should have predicted he would try to kill himself before trying to contact the organization again.

Why was I remembering that now of all times? Because that was also a car chase? Although, leaving her now and tailing at a distance might allow her to lead us to an Organization stronghold, or possibly other useful information. The only difference between this chase and that one is that his phone was ruined; her's probably not. Maybe since she is going so fast she has to focus on driving more then sending information hopefully. Besides, exposing myself here can get messy. Right now I shouldn't do anything rash except keep up with her.

She blows through the toll booth to the bridge and I follow right behind her, almost hitting the security guard that leans out the window to get a clear view. Sorry pal, but I need to stay with this car.

She weaves in an out of traffic easily, showing she is also an experienced driver. I pull back, keeping her in sight. Suddenly I hear screeching behind me. I look in my rearview mirror just in time to see a white car spin out from behind a semi-truck, zooming past me.

Wait isn't that Bourbon's car? Ah, so he is involved and was chasing her. Why him though? Nothing cements the fact he is a NOC more than him actually apprehending the agent. Well there goes the subtle tailing plan. He obviously wants to apprehend her now, which is for the best before she has time to send out that information.

He gives her a love tap, before pulling up beside her. I shift gears, shooting forward so that I was right behind them. She seems to realize her predicament and cuts right in front of Bourbon, drifting to the side as she slides by another truck. Bourbon copies her, and I immediately follow suit.

I see Bourbon realize that there are in fact three cars instead of two as he looks right at me. I see him mouth my name in shock. I just pray he doesn't do anything stupid. We slide right by the truck and immediately straighten out again. I see the truck slide and wreck in the mirror before it shoots out of sight. Curacao pull ahead on the bridge, heading toward a red car and another truck while Bourbon bumps against me several times.

I get his message. He wants me to leave, but he doesn't have that luxury. We cannot afford to hash it out here right now; we have bigger enemies to worry about then his petty grudge. I see the rage on his face, but I ignore it as I narrow my eyes. What is she doing?

She is ramming the tiny red car against the truck several times. Finally, it flips backwards, multiple times, higher each time it hits the ground. My hands tighten against the wheel as it pops up, ready to come down on me and Bourbon.

Oh shit.

I spun the wheel, separating from Bourbon as it crashed down, causing it to tumble and crumple like tin foil, effectively wrecking another truck coming up behind us. I glance back, hoping the people involved were ok. I see all people in both vehicles climb out, understandably terrified.

Hold on a second. Isn't this the road that has backed up traffic that I was listening to earlier because of a wreck? If that is the case, then she has to come back this way, or risk getting caught. I slide my car to park, blocking the road effectively.

Fine Bourbon, you can have her. In fact, you can be the hound to chase the fox right into an ambush. If I stayed in that mess I probably would have distracted Bourbon and divided our forces. Now Bourbon can just worry about her and not worry about running me off the bridge. I just hope he isn't a complete idiot. She has just shown that she is not above causing innocent casualties to get away. More people can get injured or killed if he doesn't play it smart. I hop out of the car, running over to the people.

"Are you all ok?"

The truck driver looked just frightened and the couple was miraculously unharmed. I sighed in relief as the woman asked hysterically.

"What is going on?"

I pointed.

"I suggest going that way. They might be coming back. Go call the police."

They seemed to think that was an acceptable answer and took off. I meanwhile reached into my mustang, pulling out the rifle and assembling it with practiced ease. It was only a matter of time. I pull the scope up next to my eye gazing through it, trying to find my target and chuckle. There she was, stopped in traffic, unable to do a thing.

She whipped the car around, heading back this way. I grit my teeth. Driving the opposite direction on a busy highway? This was getting more and more troublesome. I kneel down, setting the rifle on the hood of the mustang, putting the scope back to my eye. She should be…right there.

I see her eyes widen, before a demonic grin widens across her face. It's a battle of speed now; who will reach the other first, her car, or my bullet. I inhale to calm myself, finger posed on the trigger. I aim right at her head. There is no going back now. She is way more dangerous alive then dead with the information she currently has. We cannot allow her to escape.

She ducks her head down, behind the dashboard. I gasp lightly. Crap, I need to adjust me aim, and that will take precious seconds, seconds I didn't have. I gritted my teeth and narrowed my eyes. So that is how you want to play Curacao. Fine.

I dip the rifle, finding the right tire. She is about two hundred meters, so I can't screw this up. I fire.

The tire disintegrates, leaving only the rim. She pops her head up for a millisecond, scowling as she tries to regain control. The car spins past me, ramming into the rail before careening back toward the other wreck, engine combusting. I flinch slightly as sparks fly around me, but I watch as the car slams into the red car and truck, backing up against the railing. Except the railing is gone. I watch, unable to do a thing as the whole mess, both cars and truck, get dragged off the bridge.

There were a few seconds of silence, before the cracks of hitting the ground, followed by an explosion as the tanker truck exploded. I shielded my face as the heat and shockwave rattled against me. Whoops, that was totally my bad. Although, the probability of her being dead is slim. After watching her jump from a seven-story building without being fazed, I doubt she is dead. Hurt probably, but not dead.

I hear tires braking against the asphalt and turn to see Bourbon sprinting over to the hole in the bridge, looking down at the carnage in disbelief.

Suddenly I feel slightly nervous. This was the first time I had seen Bourbon face to face, at least as Akai, in a long time. Would he try to kill me here? Surely not. I was holding a gun. He wouldn't try to pull that stunt right?

He realized I was here and turned, eyes widening. I shifted into a casual stance, but I was ready to fire if need be, which is stupid because we were on the same side. His eyes drifted to the rifle, and I see the puzzle pieces click together in his head.

"Akai. You bastard."

I narrowed my eyes. Don't do it. It's not worth it. He takes a menacing step toward me, but I refuse to move or show that I consider him a threat. He would attack at that rate. I was about to say something, when sirens in the distance caused both of us to turn toward the sound. Right, major wrecks and fires. The authorities should be here soon, and the media, and neither of us want to be questioned or be anywhere near this scene.

I see Bourbon clench his fists, give me a glare that promised the next time we met it would end in blood, before sprinting back to his car. I had bigger problems. I pulled out my phone, dialing James's number as Bourbon spun away in his car.

"It's me."

"She got away. Please take care of the cleanup."

"Understood."

I hang up and grit my teeth as I look down at where Curacao disappeared. I want to go search the area where she fell, to confirm her death or survival with my own eyes, but that involves driving around the bridge that is close to collapsing and possibly running into police and firemen with questions, both would result in time wasted on my part. It looks like I will have to withdraw for now.

I get into the mustang and drive straight for James.

It was late when I got there, but Jodie and Camel were there too, sitting there looking grim.

"What happened Akai-kun?"

I turned to James and reported.

"The Black Organization agent led Bourbon and I on a chase. I shot out her tire and she crashed over the bridge. I didn't see a body."

James nodded.

"I told some of the police officers to patrol the river with boats to try to find her. Do you think she is still alive?"

I narrowed my eyes.

"There is a distinct possibility, and she got the NOC list. I don't know how many were on it, but since Bourbon was there she would definitely tell them about him fighting back against her."

Yes, Bourbon was in danger, not even counting the other agents that could have been on that list. If the organization gets a hold of those names, the entire world would fall into disarray and collapse. The Organization would have the edge. It was a dire situation, all riding on one woman. Jodie looked to James.

"What do we do?"

I step forward.

"I am going to tail Bourbon."

Yes, that was the right call. If I stay with him, sooner or later the organization will come for him. They will probably take him in for questioning, or an execution. If that happens, the best I can do is try to protect him and possibly get on his good side, or I can at least pinpoint some crows while I am at it. Camel looked concerned.

"Are you sure Akai-san? Won't that be dangerous?"

Jodie held her chin in her hand.

"No, Shu is right. He can best keep him alive that way, if the enemy saw him trying to interfere with retrieving the NOC list. The best we can do is try to find the agent ourselves."

That's settled then. It was already late, but I had a long night ahead of me as I would have to go directly after Bourbon. I don't know when the Organization will make their move, so I need to be prepared. I was about to walk out the door, when I paused. I feel like I am forgetting something; what is it?

I went over tonight's events in my head, and nothing seems too out of the ordinary.

"Shu? Is something wrong?"

I turned slightly to see Jodie look at me in concern. Not really, I was just going to try to mention something that might help our case… Ah, that might be it.

"If you are struggling in finding her, I would call up the Boya. He seems to have an ability of sniffing out Organization members."

Yes, Conan and Haibara had that unnatural ability to sense and somehow draw in organization members, whether the agents themselves knew about them or not. I am sure Boya with his infinite connections and observation skills could pick out such a suspicious person. However, I don't want to bother them as soon as possible. Haibara would freak out if she knew an Organization member was nearby, and Boya would sprint off into danger if it was possible. Jodie smiled faintly at the mention of Boya as I walked out, and closed the door, yawning. Tonight, is going to be a long night.

I walked back to the Kudo residence just to pick up my normal car. A red mustang was too inconspicuous to tail in, and Bourbon already knew that was 'my' car, so driving in a more normal car would suit my needs better.

The first place I went was the PSB headquarters, trying to spy that white RX-7 he drives. Ah, yes it was in the parking lot. I bet he was checking to see what information was stolen. I settle down across the street a little bit, and get out of the car. I slowly make my way into the parking lot, keeping an eye open for guards. Seeing none, I stole across to his car, putting a transmitter that Agasa Hakase had given me to 'test' on the bumper, and going straight back to my car. Now even if I lose him I know where he is going.

It was early hours in the morning, almost dawn, when Bourbon finally emerged, looking troubled and irritated as he went for his car. Hmm, if I tail him now the probability of me being spotted it high, considering there is no traffic this early in the morning. I sigh, pulling the hat from my eyes that I had been kind of using as a cover, as I watch him race away. I can still track him using the GPS on my phone, so for now, I should head home, rest, and then get back to it.

I get back home and turn on the television as I fix some breakfast, and immediately there is the story about a blackout caused by an explosion and reckless drivers on the freeway. I sigh; right, all of our work is covered up by some bull crap story. That was fine with me; staying in the shadows was my specialty. The story sounded like they hadn't found the organization agent, so I was stuck without any leads at the moment. Checking my GPS, to see Bourbon hadn't moved from what looked like a residential area, means that I can get a quick nap in.

It was around noon when I checked the clock again and I sat up, stretching and checking my phone. There were no new messages form James or Jodie, and Bourbon was driving somewhere. I grab a quick piece of toast and a portable coffee mug, and head directly out the door.

I drive and check my GPS frequently, to track Bourbon. Where was he going? It wasn't PSB, and it wasn't Poirot, not that I think that he would work today of all days. Ah, he stopped. Where was that? Ah that's just a fast food place. He must be getting lunch. I hop in my car and start on the road to intercept.

I was almost there, when my phone rang. I flicked the accept call button easily, bringing it up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Akai-kun. There have been several incidents."

I turn left, going down the street.

"What do you mean?"

"Three agents from different law agencies that were in the Organization turned up dead."

I clenched the steering wheel. When? When did she have the time to give that information out? Surely not during our chase last night, right? If so she was better at multitasking, then I originally realized.

"Have you found the agent yet?"

"We believe she has been in contact with Conan-kun, and are going to pick him up now."

Of course, I'm not surprised my hunch earlier was correct.

"Keep me updated."

I hang up the phone, mouth in a grim line. If they are already on assassinations, then Bourbon could be next on the list. I need to stick to him like glue.

Bourbon left the little café in a rush, phone to his ear. Oh, did he know where Curacao was? Maybe tailing him would lead me to the agent in question. Even better. I follow him discreetly as he drove, checking my GPS at random intervals to make sure I was still following him correctly. He finally turned into… The police hospital? Was someone injured last night at the PSB when that organization agent left? No they wouldn't use the police hospital, would they?

I parked across the street and got an email from James.

Conan says she has amnesia, and is being kept in the police hospital. Is working to restore her cellphone with data on it. Will keep in touch.

Ho? So that's why he is here, to keep an eye on her.

I watch the parking lot as Bourbon got out of the car, walking toward the entrance, when a woman with platinum blond hair stepped in front of him. Vermouth. Of course, the organization must want their crow back in their midst, especially with such valuable info. They must be monitoring her situation as well.

They speak for a few moments, I clearly see Vermouth speaking confidently, but Bourbon looks slightly on edge, covered up by that pleasant disposition of his. He knows why she is here, and he knows that she might take him in. Then I see it. Vermouth smiles pleasantly holding her right hand forward, covered in a jacket, but I see the glint of a silencer peeking out from underneath. Ah, so to take him in then.

I see Bourbon stiffen seriously for a millisecond before he smoothed it over. He said something else and Vermouth nodded, stepping forward. They both entered Bourbon's car, and it idled slowly out of the parking lot. I start my car, watching as they drove out of sight, before following in my own.

What should I do? I still have my rifle in this car, for just in case purposes, but other then that I couldn't possibly take on multiple crows, and the number one person for getting rid of the so called 'rats' of the organization, Gin, will definitely be there. The best I can do is provide support.

They drove for awhile, driving toward the warehouse district down by the docks. I stayed several minutes behind them, tracking them with GPS more then with my eyes. I couldn't afford to get close; both of them would spot me. Finally, they parked, it looks like in front of a warehouse. I park a few blocks away, so they don't sense me and pull out my phone to send a quick message to James.

They took Bourbon in. Awaiting orders.

It might not just be Bourbon. Kir could be in this little predicament as well, and the FBI need her alive as a valuable information source as well. There was a swift reply.

Working on the phone. Plan to send a message nullifying the one sent. Stall in the meantime.

Ok that might work. However, he didn't give me a time limit. It could take hours or mere minutes from now. In any case I should head in there.

I slip slowly in between the buildings, every hair on the back of neck standing on end as I am on constant alert mode. My hands tighten on my rifle that I brought, for stalling purposes, as I peer out from behind a warehouse. There seem to be only one car here right now, Bourbon's, so was it safe to assume that Bourbon and Vermouth were the only ones here? Maybe they were waiting for something. Vermouth wouldn't bring him out here just to kill him by herself. Which means I might have a little time. There, his car was parked in front of that warehouse. I sidle up to it, looking at the walls. Metal, no windows, around the entire building. I paused as I heard a distinct purring noise. A Porche, 356A model to be exact. Gin, so he did come.

I hide behind the back of the building until I heard the door open and shut. I peer out to make sure all people were inside, before sneaking forward. I can't go in exactly, but in my search I found a small hole next to the back door that I could barely peek through if I needed it. I crouch next to the hole, listening intently. It was dark, and I couldn't see, but the voices echoed nicely in the metallic building.

"Gin, what is the meaning of this!"

Ah no, that's Kir's voice. So they did catch her to. Another irritated voice chimed in.

"It looks like you suspect us of being NOC's."

Bourbon, rightfully indignant at the accusation, even if it was true. Another, cold voice spoke up.

"It'd seem that the NOC list Curacao sent us, had your names on it."

I blinked as a bright light flooded the place. I could see Gin standing next to the portable flood lights, but I couldn't see anyone else from this angle.

"Curacao? Rum's confidant?"

"Yes, and information gathering specialist."

Ah, way to play dumb Bourbon and Kir, and so Rum was involved. Maybe this was the warning Kir tried to warn me about. I glanced around, making sure there was still no one in sight, before tuning back into the conversation.

"You seem to know a lot about her."

Vermouth now. Bourbon cut in.

"What's outstanding about her is her appearance, that her eyes are two different colors. She is an 'odd-eye'."

Kir added.

"She is pretty well known in the organization."

A new voice chimed in.

"We are all old pals, if you confess right away we can send you off without any suffering."

Ah, Vodka, figures he would be here. Where there is Gin, there is Vodka, and vice versa. I checked my phone, no new messages, and my surroundings, no new enemies, before I looked back inside.

"Heh, the only reason you didn't kill us, but kidnapped us is because the information from Curacao is incomplete. Am I wrong?"

Oi Bourbon, now is not the time to taunt an enemy. It brings an excellent point however. As far as I could tell the other three were assassinated right on the spot. These two were special cases, because they were in the maybe category, but Gin wasn't one to take chances. He would squash any bug if he thought it was a threat in any way. Gin let out a dark chuckle.

"Impressive, Bourbon."

I hear the steps of high heels.

"That she managed to steal the list was great, but she got found out by police and in the midst of escaping had an accident."

Well, at least they didn't know it was me and Bourbon chasing her. Vodka added.

"And as a result turned amnesiac."

I hear a clinking sound. Chains, or probably handcuffs.

"Then why not recapture Curacao and get the NOC list? Gin, you can check whether we are NOCs or not after you obtain the list, can't you?"

Kir, getting desperate, but acting just like a person who was about to die would say. Their acting is good to say the least. They are trying to remain logical in the face of death, trying to reason with the devil himself. Gin nodded.

"That may be true, but—"

He slowly reached into his breast pocket, and stood in one fluid movement, pistol pointed away from him. I hear the protests of Vermouth, and Vodka, and I stiffened.

"My way is to root out trouble at its earliest stage. Now, it is time for the traitors to be judged. "

He really was going to kill them, and I am sure that James and them haven't sent the message yet. What should I do, to stall for time?

I cannot shoot Gin, that would be like poking the sleeping dragon with a stick. Vodka and Vermouth against me…I could take them all down, but they would kill Bourbon and Kir immediately, and I don't want that to happen. What should I do?

I take a deep breath. There are two goals, get Kir and Bourbon out of this alive, and to do it without the organization finding out that Akai Shuuichi is alive. Easier said then done, but I have done more difficult things in the past. Ok, Gin wants to shoot them. What do you need to shoot? You need a gun. I could take out Gin's gun, but he could always grab another one, and I would get discovered. A steady hand; shoot his hand, again I get discovered, and Vermouth or Vodka would finish the job. Sight…ah, there is only one source of light in that entire building, those floodlights. If I could knock them out somehow. A bullet would lead to my discovery. I look around, searching for something that I could possibly take out. The light directly above the flood light looks like it is on it's last legs. Make that fall and disable the flood lights; got it. That will buy a few seconds, and protect them from all three of the agents.

A gunshot interrupts my thinking and I froze, looking through the hole at the smoking gun. No, who did he kill? No, there was a grunt of pain. Not kill, disable. It wasn't like Gin to miss so he must have a purpose.

"Kir!"

Kir was hit? That will make escaping harder, but at least she isn't dead. I can't see the extent of her injuries.

"What's wrong Kir? Continue. You were undoing the handcuffs, weren't you?"

Ah, a punishing shot then. A flesh wound, nothing vital it seems. Although, if Kir was doing that, then there is a way for them to escape, right by them in fact. Could they pick the locks in the few seconds that I can buy them? Probably. I can focus on my task at hand then. I take out my rifle, screwing on the silencer to it easily, while still keeping an eye on the situation on the inside. Bourbon protested.

"You shot a comrade despite that she is only a suspect."

Ah, careful Bourbon, your policeman side is showing through. A crow wouldn't act like that. Gin countered harshly.

"I decide if you are comrades or not, not you. I will give you one last minute of grace. I will let who ever will sell out the other witness a rat's miserable death. Vodka, Countdown."

I had one minute then. There was still no signal that James had succeeded. Crap. I raise my rifle, thinking. The light will only be a minor distraction. I need to somehow get rid of one of them. Three on two is unfair but two on two is more passable. I need to split their forces somehow. I glance over looking at the back door that was a few meters away. It was a door that opened into the warehouse. I could make it seem like one of them left if I opened it and ran, and someone would have to come sprinting out here to chase them. All right, I had a full plan now.

"Forty seconds."

"So you are accomplices and decide to help each other?"

"Helping her? I don't know if she is a NOC or not."

"Me either, but I will say this I am not a NOC."

"Thirty seconds."

"That's what I should say."

Thank goodness Bourbon isn't ratting Kir out. He has definite proof, the fact that I am still alive, as evidence in her being a double agent. I had thought he might rat her out to bring forces down on me, but maybe I was underestimating his ability to deal with the organization.

"Twenty seconds."

"So which one of you is the rat?"

"Gin, don't tell me you are serious about this?"

I ready my rifle, pointing it straight at the connection between the light and the ceiling. I see the point where I need to shoot. I need to time this just right.

"Which one of you will bail first?"

I hear the countdown reach ten, and I tighten my finger on the trigger.

"You Bourbon? Or Kir?"

The countdown reached one, and I didn't listen to Gin as I put my plan in action. I pulled the trigger.

The bullet zinged forward, hitting directly on the screws holding the light in place, severing the connection in an instant. I hear a small gasp, and almost immediately the light crashed to the ground.

"What? What happened?"

"The lights!"

"Kir, Bourbon, don't move."

All right, distraction success. Kir and Bourbon weren't exactly expecting a rescue, but I doubt they would just sit around. They both would try to react. There was the faint glow of an artificial light, from a cellphone it looked like, before Vermouth reported.

"Bourbon is gone. He ran."

Ah, well one out of two isn't bad, although he isn't the one I would have preferred to escape, but I suppose asking Kir to escape with a busted arm or leg was asking a bit much. Now on to phase two. Now that they know that one of is escaped in the warehouse somewhere they will expect him to run. He will draw their attention, hopefully making them prioritize recapturing him then killing Kir. I sprint over to the door, take a deep breath, and kick it wide open, taking ding dong ditching to the next level.

"After him."

I hear Gin cry. I quickly retreat, running around the back of the building and peeking out to see Vodka run toward the cars. Fantastic. That will buy a little time I think. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I flicked open the message to see it was from James.

Just sent mail to Rum.

Just in time barely. That will keep them alive for the moment. I haven't heard any more gunshots, so Kir and Bourbon had to be alive. Gin will have to wait on killing both of them until they confirm if the message was real or fake or not, but it will give us more time to save them from their predicament. They will focus on recapturing Curacao to verify the information, then kill them. If that was the case, then my work here was done. I needed to withdraw before I was noticed. I was about to leave, when I heard voices. Mostly Gin's.

"Bourbon and Kir can wait until we recapture Curacao."

"But the police and PSB are guarding the hospital."

"Curacao has already left the hospital."

She has? Why? Although, this is information I need. If I can get one step ahead of them and beat them to her, I can protect her from getting into their hands.

"Where are they going?"

I leaned closer, listening intently.

"Their destination is Touto Aquarium."

An aquarium? Why there? Ah well, no matter. If that is where she is going, then I must be going there as well. Time to take my leave. I slipped in between the buildings quickly, back to my car.

I open my phone and pushed the call button as I sink into the driver's seat. It picked up after a single ring.

"James, Bourbon and Kir are still alive. They are going after Curacao, who is heading to Touto Aquarium with the PSB. Kir is being held at Warehouse C1 in the warehouse district. Bourbon escaped so he should be ok for the moment."

Now that I have reported, maybe James will let me go ahead and go to Curacao. I can't do much, but as a sniper in the shadows I can be vital in keeping the crows from their prey.

"I understand. Head there as soon as you can. We'll handle the rescue."

"Roger."

I hang up and put the keys in the ignition. I needed to get out of here before Gin and company decide to leave. Now I had a destination and a plan of action. Although, why would they want her to go to Touto Aquarium? That is such a public place, not at all for confrontation between the good and bad guys.

I was halfway there when my phone started ringing. Huh, I didn't expect another call from James for a while. Did he forget something? Or was he telling me about the rescue of Kir. I press accept call without looking, answering the phone.

"Yes?"

"Akai-san!"

I start, looking down at the number. Conan? What could he want? Although, I put the phone back to my ear, he must have called me for a reason.

"What is it Boya?"

"Curacao is going to be on the Ferris Wheel, and she is the NOC list. The PSB is trying to make her regain her memories."

I gasp lightly. She was the NOC list? I knew she was an information specialist, but was it possible to remember that much information? No, Rum must have made her an information specialist for that very reason.

"What does the Ferris wheel have to do with it Boya?"

I was curious about his theories.

"She almost regained her memory there this afternoon, but she had a seizure there and had to be taken to the hospitals The colors of the lights are what she uses to help her remember things. I am sure that is where she will be. Do you know how the Organization is going to attack?"

I hissed slightly as I came to a stoplight, wasting valuable time.

"No clue, but Gin is the type to go big or go home. Something bad is coming. He is the type to do anything in his power to get something he wants."

There was a small hesitation, before Conan asked.

"You mean like a helicopter?"

I narrow my eyes and glance at the phone. That wasn't just a random guess was it? Boya had to have proof of saying such a thing.

"What makes you say that?"

Conan stated casually.

"Gin has used a helicopter to dispose of an agent before. I just thought he might use the same tactic."

It wasn't a bad idea. That meant that Conan has seen him in a helicopter before, and had seen him dispose of an agent? That was just enough information to pique my interest.

"Maybe Boya, I will keep it in mind. I will have you tell me that story later."

I hear a small affirmation over the phone, followed by some other noise. I pause as I listen. Wait, what was that sound? Wind? Was Boya in a car?

"Where are you Boya?"

I hear a small grunt on the other end, before an answer came in a rush.

"On my way to Touto Aquarium. James-san kicked me out of the FBI car, so I am heading there on my skateboard."

I gave a small chuckle. Trying to shut Conan out of an investigation, especially one involving the Black Organization, was futile. James should know that by now.

"I will see you there then Boya."

So there is a Ferris wheel huh? And Curacao is going to be riding it. Tall and the object of everyone's attention. Sounds like a perfect sniping spot. Bring it on Crows. You will not win this if I had anything to do about it.