Glitch
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Conan's hopes for a quick escape were put down like a rabid bear. The murder, in fact, turned into a three ring circus when a news crew nearby got word of it and hightailed it down to record the entire fiasco, live. This little, unforeseen glitch made things much more difficult for economy sized detectives.
Not only did he have to lead the police around by their hands, but he'd had to be wary of the nosy reporters and their camera men to boot.
By the end of the case Conan was looking as bedraggled and worn out as he felt, and was quite happy to crawl into the back seat of Agasa's car and flop down face first on the seat. Ai peered around at him from the front seat, smirked and commented softly, "Finally acting at the level of your dignity?"
Growling, Conan forced himself up right and glared at the shrunken scientist from behind lopsided glasses. "Die, Haibara. And do it gruesomely so I can have the pleasure of declaring your death unsolvable."
"A case that even the great Kudou Shinichi can't solve?" She gasped, eyes closing and a smug little look coming over her face. She raised her hands in an exaggerated shrug. "Here I was thinking that wasn't possible. Oh, wait..."
Conan made a strangled little sound, and was contemplating trying to kill her himself when Agasa finally slid into the driver's seat after escaping the reporters.
"Let's try not to do that in front of the news people again."
"Sorry, Hakase..." Conan said, then sighed heavily and slumped down in the seat until his head was stuck at an odd angle that jammed his chin into his chest.
Forget killing Ai, maybe the world would suddenly show the kindness to smite him.