Rhythm
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Kid had disappeared shortly, as Ran had immediately confiscated Conan's phone (luckily the correct one), as her's had gone missing, and called the police. As of now the place was swarming with them; all of them chattering and looking for evidence while the lights of the cars flashed a synchronized rhythm cross the facade of the building.
Conan, too, had made a call while Ran was making hers. His, however, had been to someone else entirely. He stood now, having given his statement and slipped the police's notice in time to keep the downed Black Organization member from discovery. It was easy enough to lead anyone who came too near astray with his voice modifier, after all.
He wasn't left waiting long before Agasa's beetle crept into the dark space behind the building and Ai came flying out, looking torn between irate and her usual bored expression. He smirked at her as she came to meet him, scowling faintly.
Immediately the shrunken scientist smacked him upside the head before going to look at her new friend.
Conan clutched his skull, scowling at the girl. Agasa coughed lightly, and cast an amused smile down at him. Conan made a face at Ai's back.
"I saw that Kudou."
Grimacing he said, "Don't get so nasty with me Haibara, it's exactly as I said it was."
"I don't have to like it."
"When do you like anything?"
Ai's head turned enough to give him a nasty glare and Conan wilted under the look. "You should get back to Mouri-chan. We'll take care of him."
Nodding, Conan chose to skedaddle rather than stay and face her wrath.