"Why, hello there, gents! If it isn't my favorite crack-induced dream chasers!"
A few of the underlings stepped back from Snake.
"So, we looking into the ghost myth of the girl who was dragged to Japan during the war only to be murdered and buried under a ton of rock? Cuz I am totally for that, but, you know, seeing as you're technically the bad guys, I don't think you'd like to meet a ghost. If they existed. But, seeing magic stones exist, according to you, I figure, hey, ghosts have to exist for these guys too."
Snake calmly – that was a sign that there was something wrong, all by itself, a calm Snake – loaded his gun.
Kaitou Kid stepped back behind his shield for the night (a building) and continued to talk into the microphone. "And then, since it's going to be a New Year soon, maybe there'll be some kind of fairy who grants wishes going around-"
In a clear voice, Snake calmly announced his news. "I quit."
"EHH?!" Kid stuck his head out from the building at the shocking news.
And then was rewarded with a bullet directly between his eyes. The real Kid dropped the mannequin head from his safe place behind the building and made a face. Of course it was too good to be true. "So my clear logic and dashing charms haven't won you over to the KID side," he sighed, ditching the Black Swan pendant. It had satellite GPS trackers on military levels in the box, the chain, the side gems and the space between the gem and the setting. It would be fine.
"Later!"
And, like every other heist night, the police force and the Organization after Pandora was forced to watch the white-clad thief - be he the dummy or the real one - fly away on his trusty hang-glider.
I have no idea where I'm going with this story.