Detective Conan and Magic Kaito characters, settings, and ideas do not belong to me but to Aoyama Gōshō.
Warnings: Language, minor violence
TMPD Antics
By Taliya
LXXXVIII: Hattori and Kuroba
Heiji and Shinichi made it to the topmost floor of the building without further incident. Both of them winced when the elevator dinged to signal that they had reached their destination. On quiet feet they began to investigate the outer ring of offices on the north and east sides of the floor. "Hey, Hakuba," Heiji whispered into the headset, "Which side and how many window panes are they from the corner?" Each office had a width of three or so windows, dependent on the thickness of the walls that separated the individual office spaces.
"South side, eight panes in," Saguru replied after a moment's silence of counting. "They've cut a hole out of the ninth pane so they could use it both as access and as a base for their rifle."
"Probably in the third office then," Shinichi muttered.
The two detectives jumped as a muffled explosion rang in their equipped ears. "What is KID doing?" Heiji hissed, resisting the urge to snatch the earpiece out to rub his abused organ.
"Sorry," KID panted, "Had to create another smokescreen to keep them from getting desperate enough to pick out people from the crowd." His words descended into some rather creative swearing involving the snipers' mothers and lightbulbs—Heiji decided he would rather keep his sanity and tuned KID out.
The homicide detectives continued on, and Shinichi whipped across a cracked doorway of an office, gesturing for absolute silence. At his urging, they both pulled their gas masks on before Heiji leaned down to peer through the open sliver.
With the help of the full moon, the Osakan was able to see the still forms of two figures, one laid flat across a desk that had been shoved up against the windowed wall, and the other stood by with a pair of binoculars. Heiji signaled for Shinichi to press his ear to the crack to listen in to their conversation.
"See him yet?"
"Fucker's tossed more smoke pellets. Not yet. And he's covered the crowd, too. Tch."
"Doesn't help that there's nearly no wind tonight either." A silenced shot was followed by a near instantaneous yelp in their ears. "Did you get him?"
"Missed again. Asshole's more slippery than Hisa's wet—"
Both detectives decided they did not want to hear the rest of the sniper's comparison, so Shinichi opened fire with several sleeping gas pellets. Once the two were undoubtedly out, Heiji and Shinichi entered the room and quickly disarmed and secured them.
"We got them," Shinichi declared with a quiet, content sigh.
Heiji whooped.
"Well done," Saguru congratulated.
"It's time to CELEBRATE!" KID cheered, and as Heiji and Shinichi glanced out of the window, a bouquet of brilliant, glittering fireworks bloomed from the shrouded heist location.
Author's Note: And they catch some, if not all of KID's chasers. It's a start in the right direction, regardless. It's getting a little difficult to keep a focus on just two characters at a time when there's so much going on. I hope you enjoyed it.
Completed: 27.07.2016