Squeak
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Kid's target that night was in the form of a golden mouse statue holding a large, extremely shiny ruby cut in the vague shape of a seed by the name of The Imperial Mus. Conan rather thought it was gaudy. Apparently, though, the owner of the collection had bought it for his daughter's fifth birthday, right before she died.
Rumor had it the jewel was cursed and brought on death by sickness or some such. Conan personally figured that if that was the case the mouse ought to, logically, be a rat, but what did he know about art, really? Not to mention the completely illogical nature of magical jewels. Life was bad enough with drug's that shrunk people. Cursed jewels did not need to be added to the equation, thank you very much.
"Will someone get that kid away from the jewel?!" Nakamori-keibu bellowed form somewhere behind him The man was in exceptional form tonight.
Conan allowed himself to be hauled away from the mouse statue with its shiny bounty, and deposited next to his 'babysitter'. He'd managed to get away because Heiji was too busy sniping at Hakuba Saguru to notice. Personally, he thought it was just as well; it made his own task easier.
Unfortunately, as time ticked onward, everyone started getting antsier, and the two taller detectives had stopped bickering in favor of watching their surroundings.
Conan wasn't at all surprised when, with a loud squeak and a puff of smoke, a small white mouse appeared on Hakuba's head. Hakuba's surprised yelp was nearly drowned out when more mice started spilling from his cloths. Even started to appear from Heiji's and several members of the Task Force as well.
The shrunken detective ignored the two behind him, as well the mass chaos around him, and focused on the pedestal where the jewel was displayed.
In a larger explosion of smoke Kid 'appeared' standing behind it, hands hovering either side of the golden mouse's chubby belly, and grinned a wide grin at him from the shadow of his top hat.
Conan smirked back, because now, the chase was on.