Rage
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As soon as he stepped out of the elevator he nearly tripped over two downed men. Glancing up he could see why they were currently sprawled unconscious on the floor. They had, apparently, fallen prey to the rage of typhoon Satou. The woman in question scowled at him while Takagi coughed lightly at her side.
"I don't see why we're stuck babysitting him," Satou grumbled.
While he pulled off his mask and swiped at the bit of make-up he'd had to put on for his disguise Shinichi rolled his eyes. She certainly never minded 'babysitting' him as Conan.
Shoving the disguise stuff into his pockets Shinichi retrieved the gun he'd been given from its hidden holster. A quick check to make sure it was in working order and he joined the two, who had also drawn their weapons as well. Together they set off down the hall toward the large double doors. Jodie-sensei and Shiratori approached from the opposite direction.
"We're all set," Satou commented softly.
"Make your move now. We've got the perimeter set up. No one's getting out of that building, or even off those two floors if I can help it."
A slight exchange of nods were had, then Satou and Shiratori slammed the doors open, rushing into the room. The people seated at the large conference table were mostly half on their feet, while a few remained seated, looking almost resigned. Guns held at the ready Jodie-sensei and the three police officers advanced into the room.
Standing by the door Shinichi scanned the seats at the table. There was no sign of Gin in the room, nor was the seat at the head of the table occupied. The leader wasn't there.
Without a word he stepped back and slipped off, unnoticed.