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
XCV: Hattori and Hakuba
"Well… this sucks."
Saguru turned at the thick Kansai accent to find Heiji standing behind him. Sighing, he returned his gaze to the body before him. "Indeed."
The blond was still at the site of a KID heist; the man before him was one of the members of the Syndicate that he, Heiji, and Shinichi had helped capture members of at a previous heist. This man had apparently been shot by one of his own team members. Blood and grey matter was splattered across the concrete like a spectacularly gory work of abstract art.
"One of Them?" Heiji asked with quiet solemnness.
"Yes," Saguru replied. "No ID, though we've taken fingerprints and will comb through dental records as well. He's European—I'd say likely from southern Europe based on his complexion, so I don't hold much hope for getting the name of this man."
As the half-Briton spoke, Heiji had pulled on latex gloves and had begun prodding the body, eyes cataloguing various details. "Did KID get away?"
Saguru huffed. "As always. But he was shot at again."
Heiji's eyes snapped sharply to Saguru's. "Was he injured?"
"He was unharmed," Saguru confirmed with a shake of his head.
This time the Osakan sighed as he ripped off his gloves and pulled out his phone. "I should probably get Kudou over here. He'll likely want to know about the status of our mutual friend."
"Mutual friend, huh?" Saguru echoed with a snort. "You mean mutual pain in the bloody arse, right?"
Heiji smirked at the blond. "That too," he agreed before Shinichi picked up his phone. "Yo, Kudou, you might want to get your ass down here…"
Author's Note: And a little male bonding action that had been facilitated by none other than our favorite phantom thief. T-minus five… I hope you enjoyed it.
Completed: 02.09.2016