"Ryuzaki, you didn't tell me they were armed!" Light yelled into his headset.
"How was I supposed to know a gang of five thirteen year olds would have pistols?" L replied coolly from his spot in one of Abho's labs.
"You're L, that's how!" Light shouted, clutching his bleeding left shoulder. "You've figured harder things out than whether a gang has guns or not!"
"You should have seen it coming. Are you armed?"
"Yeah."
"Take 'em down."
"You want me to kill them?!"
Light heard L sigh on the other side. "Fine. Do as you wish. Just do it before they find where you're hiding."
Light got his gun ready and ran out of his hiding place.
...
"I still don't see how you managed to crash your car into the third floor of an office building," L said as he inspected Light's shoulder. Abho was busy, so L had to tend to Light's wound.
"I don't either. And how did the gang crash their car into the part of the store that says "Target" on the front?"
"I don't know, but at least they hit the middle of the target." L looked at the back of Light's shoulder. "The bullet exited out the other side."
"That's a relief. What did you do with the gang?"
L got up and began rummaging through the cabinets and drawers full of medical supplies in the lab's hospital wing. "I locked them up in separate cells. Abho said he'd deal with them later." L came back with a variety of stuff. He sat back down next to Light on the bed. Light winced as L cleaned the wound.
When he was done, L handed Light his shirt, which had been taken off for easy access to the bullet wound. "There. All better."
Light put his shirt on and fell back on the bed. He was so tired that he didn't even care about the pain he'd just inflicted upon shoulder by doing so.
"Light, roll onto your side," L ordered. Light rolled over. "Your right side, you ding dong." Light rolled onto his right side and fell asleep. L pulled the blanket over Light. "Good night, Light."
...
Abho drank more coffee as he worked on his computer late into the night. Finally! he thought. I'm almost in Near's computer! Suddenly the screen turned white. In the middle was a black L.
"Greetings Mr. Imugust Abho," said a voice that was electronically distorted. "I see you're trying to hack into my system. Well, I'd like to suggest that you stop wasting your time. You're not going to get any information, get the Death Note, find me, or eliminate me. I'm already one step ahead of you. Or perhaps it's more like five steps."
"You're bluffing," Abho said, forgetting L and Light might hear him. "You can't possibly be that far ahead. I've been covering my tracks too well."
"Oh? That's unfortunate for me, isn't it? Too bad your accomplice Ihsekat Atabo came to me and guiltily admit everything. Well, everything I needed to know. He didn't tell me about you, but I recently uncovered some helpful information pointing to you."
"That's impossible!" Atabo, when I get my hands on you...
"It's actually quite possible. I even know where you are at this very moment."
"But I've been moving constantly!"
"Have you? Thank you for that bit of information. Now I know for certain you have several hideouts you can now run to. Now allow me to share some information with you. I just totally pwned you."