One of the most important things to him was justice, which meant always doing the right thing, never compromising.
Yet here he was, about to commit a theft. A robbery. HIM!
He had no choice though. It was his own fault for allowing his secrets to be discovered. The only consolation, and it was a small one, was that he had negotiated this to be a one time deal.
Normally his target would be well out of his reach, but his blackmailers had seen he had the power of flight. Invisable, as he did not want to get caught and have to explain this, he hoverered up to his target. He reached through the container and grabbed as much as he could hold.
That should be enough to satisfy them.
He flew back to the appointed meeting place.
"Did you get them?" he was eagerly asked by his blackmailers.
"Yeah," he said, turning over the goods. "Now don't ever make me do that again!"
His blackmailers divided the take amongst themselves, unaffected by his anger.
Shinichi still didn't know why fate had given him these powers.
But he was sure as hell it wasn't to steal cookies off the top of the fridge for the rest of Dective Boys.