Twist
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In a word, the cover party was boring. It was nothing more than one of those social gatherings for the rich. People fluttered from group to group like brainless birds chattering, and offering up fake smiles to those they spoke with. The only thing keeping Shinichi aware was the knowledge that any of these people could be part of the Black Organization. He and Shiho moved about placidly, circulating and socializing within the gathering. He was, frankly, getting tired of hearing what a lovely pair they made.
If the grip on his arm was anything to go by, Shiho was a few steps away from committing murder.
"Look sharp," Shiho murmured, leaning in close enough that her breath stirred the hair near his ear. "Near the far right exit."
Shinichi glanced over. Sure enough a rather familiar face was leading an aged man out of the room. Bumping shoulders with her slightly to show he understood, Shinichi began to direct them toward the exit, stopping to chit chat here and there as they drifted across the room. Spotting several of the members on their team, he gave them the signal that he was making a move. He also failed to spot others among the operation. It seemed things were, indeed, underway.
He fought back the slightly vicious smirk that wanted to make an appearance and slipped through the door, unnoticed by anyone. On quiet but quick feet the two set off down the corridor in the direction they knew headed toward the elevators from here. The meeting was to take place several floors above this one.
Something must have tipped Vodka off though, or he was heading back to collect another person as, when they rounded the corner, they came face to face with the broad man.
"What're you doing out here?"
Shinichi easily put on a bland smile. "I'm afraid we got lost. Do you know where the bathroom is?"
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Shiho twist the cap off of something. The next second she stepped forward and brought up what looked like a small perfume bottle. Pressing down on the top before Vodka had a chance to think, she sprayed whatever was inside right into the man's face. He dropped like a fly, out before he even hit the ground.
Blinking, Shinichi raised a brow at her. Shiho scoffed. "Like you're the only one who gets the gadgets?"
Couldn't argue with that logic.
Shiho kneeled down, pulling a strip of plastic like one would see on shipping boxes, from where ever she'd managed to spirit it. Shinichi nudged Vodka over onto his back with one foot then stood back as Shiho bound the big man's arms behind his back.
"If Vodka's here, then so is Gin," he mused.
"Get going, Kudou. I'll stay here."
Shooting her a side long glance he nodded and stepped over Vodka, heading toward the elevators. As he stepped into one and hit the floor he wanted he put his earpiece in place and turned on his mic. "I'm heading to the Showroom Floor now. Miyano-san's going to need some help with clean up."
"Good, good. Takagi-kun and Satou-kun will meet you there, Shinichi-kun." Megure's voice answered him. "I'll make sure someone goes to help with clean up."