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  1. Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 4 A Trip to Take He was attentive to the one who took center stage, ready to hear what it was he had to share. "It's just as I had expected," Flash began. "Central City is the location for where your guy has been getting his stuff produced." He was surprised to learn this, but didn't allow it to be expressed in the least. "Is that right?" "I infiltrated the place ten minutes ago, it was all there," Flash added. "From the supplies they were using to produce the toxin, along with a list of all upcoming shipments." "And Crane?" He lightly chuckled for what he was to be conveyed next. "Now here is the funny part.. depending what you consider humorous this might not be funny at all," Flash continued with a sudden pause. "Crane was nowhere to be found, or anyone for that matter." There was an awkward shift in his eyes to see in light of receiving this news. "What?" "It is just as it sounds." He was finding this hard to believe. "Are you certain of this?" "I searched the lab up and down, and then some." "I see," Bruce said. Silence fell between the two for seconds to come. He took the time to process everything collected to this point before speaking further. "Tell me about the scheduled shipments you obtained." "Yea, about that," Flash replied laughing softly. "There's just one problem." "What?" "I've tried, but haven't been able to open any of the files as of yet." "Then how did you come to conclude that they have a set schedule for shipments for Crane's toxin?" "There are names on each folder that were found on the hard drive I took from the facility, each folder is encrypted with a password," Flash informed. "And since that is the case we won't be able to open any of the files until the." "Security lock is bypassed." Bruce interjected. "The detective marks his spot." "Send me all files now," Bruce instructed. "I'll have everything decoded before." "Already did," Flash noted. "The second I made contact with you was the moment all collected data was forwarded to you." "Is there anything else I should know?" "Besides the files and the chemicals discovered there was something else I came across," Flash conveyed. "Something that not only pertains to Central City but Gotham as well, this whole thing is a lot deeper than just the selling and shipping of Dr. Crane's fear toxin." "How so?" "I can't confirm anything at this exact moment," Flash said in response. "But if I wind up with something concrete on my hunch you can be rest assured you'll be the first one to hear from me." "If you have nothing more, I'd like to focus my efforts on getting these files open." The man in a suit of gold and red nodded. "Good luck." "Wait.." Bruce said with another thought coming to mind. "What is it?" "Have you alerted the police about your findings?" "No, you're the first to learn of the situation," Flash answered. "I'm going to call and inform them as soon as." "Don't," Bruce interrupted. "If the police are to learn of this matter all details are bound to be released to the public, that would give Crane the chance to adjust any further plans he may have." "You're right," Flash said coming to the same realization. "This also in affect gives us the advantage, we could plan an approach f surprise." "Exactly." There was now a clear understanding between them. "Keep me informed, Flash out." The transmission between the two ended, leaving the large monitor above blank. He immediately opened a new window which showed he had a newly received message. "There it is," Bruce said opening the message to find the content inside. "Here are the files Barry sent." "I find this all to be rather intriguing, don't you sir." His comments led to him shifting in position, slightly turning in the chair to glimpse back at him. "What do you mean?" "You and Mr. Allen," Alfred clarified. "Outside of your work with the League you both rarely find yourselves intertwined in a mission that calls for a correlation between you two." "That may be true, but when a situation arises such as this I'm open collaborating with Barry," Bruce said in response to this. "He's a detective in his own right, and is excellent in his studied field of forensics." "As are you." "Time is our greatest challenge," Bruce said turning back for the computer. "I need to decode these files as soon as possible." …. The search had been launched. They waited patiently with an anticipation that could clearly be felt among them. The amount of time that passed since beginning was uncertain. His hands were now down at his side, all attention on the screen as the given search seemingly came to an end with a small list of results coming in. "Is this it?" "Yes," Hiroshi replied as he looked over the listed names. "From what you diagnosed earlier the list has now been narrowed down to four companies, three in Tampa with only one registering from Gotham." "An improvement," Conan acknowledged as he crossed of his arms over his chest. "But we've still got a ways to go, finding out which company is behind the shipments is our ultimate goal." He couldn't agree anymore. "Which would you prefer we start with?" Hiroshi asked. "The obvious is Gotham, being that only one result came up in its corner we may be able to eliminate that city from the equation completely pending what we learn about the company in question," Conan replied. "That would then lead us with only Tampa Florida to focus on." "Excellent decision Shinichi, I'm inclined to agree." With the decision made he clicked on the link which resided under the line which read 'Gotham'. After doing so a new page appeared, one which revealed the title of the company. "Wayne Enterprises," Conan read as he uncrossed his arms. There was an immediate familiarity, one which he voiced. "I've heard of some of their services they have to offer, particularly with their technology and aerospace programs." "There is a full list of all services here," Hiroshi pointed out with a move of the computer mouse. "Why don't we take a look?" There was no reason not to, standing there as a new window popped up with a list to show. "Wow, this list is longer than I had been expecting." Conan admitted. What was at the top was the two branches that had already been mentioned. "So we have Wayne Industries, Electronics, a medical department," Hiroshi began as his eyes traced down the list. "Then there's a research institute, there is even a couple running foundations." The broad list brought much to consider. He looked over each titled branch individually, mentally subjecting them in line with the case they now found themselves intertwined with. "Wayne Chemicals," Conan pointed. This was definitely one that caught his interest. "Take us to that page." "As you wish." Hiroshi said complying with what was asked of him. After navigating to another page a description was given about Wayne Chemicals. He raised a hand to his chin as he began reading through the information. He watched him the entire time as he did. "So what do you think?" Hiroshi asked looking back at him. "It appears Wayne Chemicals is primarily a development and research firm, and not what I was expecting initially." "And what do you make of that?" "Even so Wayne Enterprises can't be eliminated from consideration," Conan responded. "Let's shift our focus on those who run and operate the company." "In the case of that don't you think we should begin from the top?" "That would be a good start, yes." Conan replied in agreement. "There's none higher on that list than the owner of the company himself, Bruce Wayne," Hiroshi noted. "Whether he's someone we should suspecting in the spread of this new drug is another question in itself." "Until further notice everyone in high position will be in consideration," Conan declared. "That goes for the other three companies as well." "I expected that much." "We know he owns the company in name, but is it also true he runs the daily operations?" Conan asked. "One moment." He navigated once more, heading back to the main page which featured the sought information. Once there it didn't take long for a name to be spotted with the listed position. "It says here the company's operations are mainly handled by a man named Lucius Fox," Hiroshi pointed. "Which isn't all that surprising, it is common that owners of large corporations leave the running of their business to others." ".. I see." "So, what do you think?" "Wayne Enterprises is definitely worth looking into," Conan concluded. "But before we go any further with our investigation I would first like to have a look at the other companies, the sooner we can get the list narrowed down the better." "Then let us continue." The decision was anonymous. "I'll find out what's going on, the reveal of the truth is inevitable." …. For most a task such as this would be considered a top end difficulty, a skill which required a substantial amount of time to master. To his credit this was something he had put much time into. It was due to this fact that an ending was reached within a short period. He opened the sitting folder with the click of a button. "It's all here," Bruce announced. "The Scarecrow's toxin has been being distributed in high quantities throughout several regions of the world just as I had predicted." "How soon until the next load is shipped out?" Alfred asked upon hearing this. He continued to the next line of information to find out just that. "Less than two hours from now," Bruce informed. "Lucky for us they're shipping the toxin from the Gotham airport which means I'll be able to get there in time to intercept the load." "What airline is being used to ship the gas?" He clutched his right fist after reading over the next bit of information, keeping his eyes to the screen as he conveyed the information to him with a subtle bitterness in tone. "They're using a private plane, one from Wayne Electronics." His eyes widened after learning this. "What?!" "I for one didn't authorize this," Bruce stated. He stood up from the chair with an added motivation. "That's a question in itself, one which I don't have the time to dwell on momentarily." "What now Master Bruce?" "What needs to be done, I'm going to board that plane," Bruce declared. "I need to know who is receiving the toxin and who's buying, above all I need to confirm that what was decoded from those files is true." "You have your doubts?" "Flash said Crane nor anyone else was at the site when he infiltrated the place," Bruce reminded. "Something isn't adding up." "What about the plane, how do you plan on entering without being seen?" "I've got an idea or two," Bruce assured. He faced him with intent now burning in his eyes. "Alfred, I want you to call Wayne Enterprises to schedule a meeting for tomorrow evening." "For what reason?" "I need an alibi." He was confused now more than ever. "I don't understand?" "I'll explain later," Bruce promised. "If they ask for what reason, tell them it's to address the incident that occurred at Skytale." "Understood sir," Alfred said with the nod of his head. "I do have one final question." "What is it?" "Where is the fear toxin being shipped," Alfred asked. "Where will your travels be taking you?" He turned to face him with two words to give. "Novosibirsk, Russia." … There was nothing to see or predict. And how could there be? As it stood there was only a blank board that sat atop the table in front of him, not a single piece had yet to be set in place. It wasn't a matter of when it would begin, because it already had. The only thing to remain was to stamp everything to where it was in their favor, no.. to where victory was guaranteed. The silence of this very thought was broken by the crack of the door on the far end of the room, bringing in a small streak of light in its wake. There was no denying the presence of another, tilting his head with an obvious irritation with the first words to give. "I see you've returned, how did your... presentation go?" He inquired. "I have been accepted," A voice of another spoke pleased to announce. "I did what was required, the Organization was nothing short of impressed." "Outstanding Tia.." They began only to be cut off. "It is Horilka now." Nothing was spoken for many seconds. "With this our plan can now move forward." "Undisputedly." "My base of operation requires a presence in Japan, will that be a problem?" Horilka asked. "No, not at all," He answered. "We will do what we must to see our vision through." "Even so we must remain weary; it will only be a matter of time before he suspects." Moments passed following the spoken. "I've already accounted for the, Sleeping Kogoro," He insisted. "When the green light hits, him nor anyone else will have a clue as to what is going on; not with all eight phases that have been put into play." "So what's our plan once I've taken out the visionary, will we spring our entrance then?" "Your comprehension of my words fall short, it only begins there," He continued. "When all hits the entire world will feel the affects of the change to come, and when that occurs not even the Earth's so called defenders will be able to stop the chain reaction; in short laying seed for another symbol in the form of our cause." "We do not have the means to take on the League, or even a nations army for that matter," Horilka quickly reminded. "We are in no position to allow arrogance to cloud." "Patience," He interrupted. "While the structure of your mind might be primitive in nature, you too will come to understand that no matter what they do they won't be able to fight us.. for my dear, we will be one of them." To Be Continued
  2. Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 3 Piece to the Puzzle Could it be any more climatic? The stakes were on the brink of peaking over the edge. One move right or wrong would ultimately decide the outcome to an end for an encounter that had seemingly carried on for a lifetime. Only a distance and the darkness of the shadows that peered stood between him and the chased. And with the gap closing with each moment there was still the fact of the unknown, a path which lead only to that of the faceless. He was close. A scent came on strong from the surrounding area. A cool breeze blew in the opposite direction, whispering as if to convey a message.. a warning? All seemingly slowed to the mind; feeling as if each step taken was in an eternity in itself. A heart leaped at the excitement of the chase. Had they truly heard the call of the one they pursued, or was it his own beat that had rung clear to him? A disturbance launched from within, finding his legs depart as he fell forward with the clutch of his chest. There was no stopping the fall to the ground, toppling to his backside with a wail of pain to release. It was here that a wetness fell from above, an obvious drizzle of rain which seemed only there as a means of taunting. The sharpness in his chest only broadened, watching as a dark figure appeared, standing over him with a plain look to express. There was nothing to make out, nothing but those dark eyes that seemed to gaze right into his soul, a stare which sent a shock through his heart which snapped him back into reality. He pushed up with the open of his eyes, coming to a realization that couldn't be more comforting. "A dream… just another dream." The room was nearly pitch dark, the only lighting coming from the moon that peaked in through the window deeper into the room. It was only at this moment that he found his right hand gripped to his chest just as it had in the dream, lowering it as he took a deep breath of sighing realization. "That's the third one in the last two weeks.." He closed his eyes for several seconds, reopening them shortly after. He shifted in position to glance over at the digital clock aside the bed. '11:26 P.M.' The day had gone, his time had come. As he stepped out of bed a knock could be heard at the door on the far side of the room. "I'll be there in just a moment." He grabbed hold of a pair of pants and a shirt that had been sitting atop the dresser on his way across. Once the door was reached he opened it to a routine greeting. "Good evening Master Wayne, I take it your rest was serviceable?" Pulling the shirt over his head he responded. "Alfred, has there been an update on the situation in the last hour?" "No," The trusty butler replied. "The investigation is still pending." His eyes narrowed in contemplating fashion. ".. I see." "You don't sound surprised." "When it comes to Crane, there's bound to be a crossroads." With nothing further to add he turned for the left side, beginning to walk down the long dark hall as his hands found place in his pockets. "Master Wayne, where are you going?" Alfred inquired. "The cave." It was now time to clear out all doubts and anything that cluttered the path from the truth itself. There was only one thing that mattered, the mission, one which now found its path tangled with a face a familiarity. It was not only dark but relatively silent as he walked along, hearing only the occasional sound of the wind that soared by from the outsides of the mansion. He slightly leaned forward in position after beginning his ascension down the staircase to the floor below. There was a growing fear of uncertainty to be felt with each passing moment, something he couldn't quite grasp his conscious around for why. Was there any true barring to it? The main floor was reached with yet another step taken, immediately turning his attention left to a door directly across the way. "Almost there." The door was reached a short time after. He opened the door to find himself in the room the 'family' had come to know as 'The Study'. There would be no stopping there. He made way toward a large Grandfather Clock, one which stood even over him in height. He stopped, taking note of the presence of another in the room. "Will you be coming down as well, Alfred?" Bruce asked turning back to see him standing in the doorway. "Not my intent sir," Alfred replied. "There's actually something else I wanted to bring to your attention." "About?" "A business concern," Alfred informed. "A message was left for you from a representative at Wayne Enterprises detailing an incident that they felt should be brought to your attention." He paused at the thought of it. There was already a lot on his plate, but he had a feeling this was something that should not be ignored. "Come," Bruce said turning back for the clock. "You can tell me all about it down in the cave." ….. The details had been discussed in full, both were now on the same page pertaining to the situation. All deaths were gone over in full, keeping note of all important details which included; time of death, location, and the age of each of the victims. In each case there was nothing decisive to determine. The time and place for where each of the deceased was discovered was different in all cases, the age range varied on a large scale. He tapped his right index finger upon his left wrist after learning of this. It was frustrating not to have any solid leads; with what they had there wasn't much they could do to counter this current epidemic. "So that's it," He began after looking up from where he stared. "That's the only information we have on this new drug?" "Afraid so," Miwako replied from where she sat now in front of his desk. "Based from the results of the autopsies that were done on each of the deceased the only thing that can be determined is that all victims ultimately passed due to heart failure." "The key element being fear, we can't forget that," Kiyonaga said quick to remind. "You said it yourself, all who died might have experienced severe episodes of an inner fear or phobia which resulted in the heart attacks." "While that seems to be the case," Miwako agreed. "There's still room for other possibilities. The only certainty is that none of the victims were in the right state of mind leading up to their deaths." "I'm almost certain you wouldn't have brought all this information to my attention unless you had some plan for action." "A fair assumption," Miwako replied not denying the claim. "Here's the thing, the first steps taken in this operation will be vital to success." "Agreed, but first there's something I'd like for you to do Sato," Kiyonaga began with a pause. "As we know this drug came into the light in this past month." "That is correct." "With that known fact we have a timetable for when the drug was in all likelihood first being distributed," Kiyonaga continued. "And since we have knowledge of this, we might have an idea for when an appearance was made." "I don't quite understand." "Let's skip the small talk and get straight to the point, here's what I want you to do," Kiyonaga announced leaning forward in his position. "Pull up all records that you can in the last two months." "Of?" "Files detailing information for any outsiders who came to Japan within a two month period, specifically for those who have made several trips back and forth," Kiyonaga replied. "And after you've successfully done that, we'll narrow down the list by process of elimination." … The names had already been chosen and stamped to the front; all that remained was to determine which one was the true beginning for where it had spawned. This was the only thing on his mind, looking further into the matter while his eyes traced from one end of the screen to the other. There wasn't much that could serve as a distraction, one exception being that of the sound of the doorbell. He immediately put a hold to his searches upon hearing this. "That must be him." He hurried toward the door, not wanting to keep them waiting. One quick move was made to open the door, looking downward to see him standing there with that same inner intensity that always showed when the situation called for it. "Shinichi," Hiroshi welcomed. He opened the door wide following this. "Come in." He nodded, accepting the invitation in. "Have you made any progress since the last time we spoke?" "Unfortunately not," Hiroshi replied closing the door after watching him step through. "At least not yet." He removed his shoes before surveying the room with an inquiring look forming. "Where is Haibara?" Conan asked looking up at him. "Still asleep." Hiroshi informed before making a move back for the other end of the room. "That's the late hours for you," Conan smilingly noted as he followed at his side. "Either way let's get started, we can always get her up to date on any new information gathered." Once the computer was reached he took a seat in the chair as he had before. "So tell me," Conan asked with the cross of his arms. "What have you been looking into while I was on my way here?" "Shipments," Hiroshi answered. "All shipments from both Tampa and Gotham; in correlation with Novosibirsk of course." "And how many companies came up in your cross-reference?" "Too many," Hiroshi simply put. "We're going to need to substantially narrow the list down if we're going to make any real progress." "Large cooperation's, ones that have a record for doing overseas business in large," Conan conceptualized uncrossing his arms. "Let's focus on those types of companies first." "Are you sure?" He couldn't be any more confident, nodding his head confidently. "If my hunch is correct, we'll have this case closed in no time." …. There was only one face to be seen documented on the large screen above. Below the visual was an extended list of successful heists, each detailing the many different tactics used in each case to obtain what was taken. His name sat at the very top of the page, one which he read aloud as if to greet someone for the first time. "Kaitou Kid.." "Precisely sir," Alfred said from his position aside the chair. "He's the famous thief of Japan." "Many claim his actions are run by nothing but the thrill of the chase," Bruce said voicing his knowledge of the Kid thief. He eased back in the seat as he thought deeper on the matter. "Kaitou Kid adventures are typically within the borderlines of Japan." "He has traveled overseas before in regard to his activities if he sees fit," Alfred quickly noted. "Which reminds me of another night dweller I'm familiar with." Ignoring the obvious comparison he continued. "I'm aware of Kaitou's out of state travels," Bruce acknowledged. "His latest actions have managed to graze the boarder of my radar due to his infiltration of the Skytale building in Japan." "Yes, the museum funded heavily by Wayne Enterprises," Alfred pointed out. "Not to mention the buildings surveillance is tied to the company as well." "Which leaves a big question mark as to how he bypassed security, and escaped for that matter," Bruce said bringing a hand to his chin. "Furthermore the diamond he came to seize was left in the wake of it all, but why... the move makes little sense, why go through all the trouble only not to collect?" "Perhaps there's more to the story than we know?" "Maybe… or it could be the police are withholding additional information," Bruce stated. "Information they're still in the process of examining." "It sounds to me like you've taken an interest in this case?" "I don't have time to be chasing down thieves, there are immediate matters that are far more important here in Gotham," Bruce relayed in response. "However I will keep an eye on the situation in the case things.. escalate." "I'd find it hard not to agree," Alfred said. "For starters you've yet to track down Scarecrow, or figure out the reasoning behind his latest moves." "Tomorrow will make a month and two weeks since he's been on the loose," Bruce reminded. He lowered his hand from his chin. "And already he's taken large strides, globally." "Yes, from the reports coming in from the international news stations Cranes fear toxin has shown up in South America, a few locations in Europe, and Japan," Alfred detailed. "Unfortunately for most, they have no knowledge on how to combat the toxin." "I've already put a plan in place to get the vaccine out there, however to truly end this we need to find the source," Bruce declared. "Which means determining the location of where his fear toxin is being produced; and where he is shipping the product out from." "That would seem to be the inquire of the day, since finding out about the gas's shipment internationally two days ago," Alfred began. "You've searched the city from top to bottom with no leads to gain." "This is why collaboration is needed." Bruce devised. "What do you mean?" It was with that question posed that an alert came upon the computer screen, one which read 'Incoming Transmission'. "It's him." Bruce said after sighting the number. "Who is it?" Alfred asked. "An outside source." The call was accepted, both watching as a familiar face appeared on the large screen. "Batman," A man in a suit of red and lighting yellow spoke. "It's me, I've got an update for you." His eyes perked in surprise. "The Flash, well this is unexpected." Alfred voiced. "It has been two days," Bruce said easing back in the chair once again. "What do you have for me Allen?" "Something you'll be interested in knowing." "Alright then," Bruce said handing the floor over to him. "Tell us what you've learned." To Be Continued
  3. Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 2 The Shows Beginning Several Months ago, When it began After time and preparation the day finally arrived. The stage was set, and with a week’s notification the chase was about to begin. There was no real secrecy in his approach as he entered the secure room to find the glass case in the center, concealing the prized possession he had set out to obtain. Another step only triggered the alarm, something that came as no surprise. There was no stop in their step as they diligently proceeded forward. Its announcement ignited soon after, the echoing sound of footsteps traveling through the walls on all sides. A notorious smile came upon his face. “They’re on their way, excellent.” The clarity in its tune only heightened, an indication they were nearing. With another step the glass case was finally reached. Swaying his left hand up he reached into the right side of the worn jacket, reeling out a paddle of some kind. “Batter up.” He chorused grinningly as he took one clean swipe at the top of the glass case. It didn’t shatter, something he had anticipated. “Just as I thought.” With those words leaving his lips the room was raided from the doorway behind. Glancing over his shoulder he came to find several armed officers standing in the clear with guns pointed directly at him. “Hands in the air, and turn around,” One of the officers in a suit of armor demanded. The opposition’s smirk only widened as he complied with the given command. Feeling a level of control the officer sighed in relief before speaking her next order. “Now, put your hands behind your head and get on your knees.” All weapons in hand were held tightly, keeping locked onto the target as they waited for his move to make. “As you wish, fellow officers,” He responded by dropping to his knees all while raising both hands to the back of his head in a circular motion. The assurance in his voice only put them on full alert, sensing a deception in the mist. “So what happens now.. is this the part where you arrest me?” His indirect taunt was ignored as the officer with the sway of her hand signaled for two of the others to walk over and apprehend the sitting target. Even with things seemingly at a breaths success there was still a looming tension. The distance between them and him came to within a few yards before a booming sound launched; one which sounded as if something was being sprayed from an unknown area of the room. “What is that?!” Another officer exclaimed. The grin from before was replaced by a look of testimony, a given look which was followed by the drop of their arms back to their side. “The call of test is complete, now onto the Prince’s saddle.” The captive dispensed to all. That moment brought a blinding dust of smoke that filled the room, taking away all sight from those who dared to gaze at its arrival. “No, don’t let him get away,” The head officer exclaimed. There was no way of acting on this given their current predicament. After seconds of a fog infested room the smoke cleared out in gradual fashion. Their biggest fear came into fruition with their vision now clear. The man they sought was nowhere to be seen. The leading officer hissed in disgust. “Dammit, he got away!” Her surge of anger was soon weathered down, replaced by an undoubtable confusion. The targeted diamond was still in place, securely sitting behind the glass case. But why… why hadn’t it been taken? It was in the thought of this that she noticed something lying on the ground directly in-front of the table where the glass case resided. “What is that,” She questioned as she marched over. Once in distance she dropped down with an obvious curiosity. Once in range she grabbed hold of what had caught her attention, bringing the item to eye to find it was only a card, one sporting the so very iconic insignia many had come recognize. A tap fell upon her shoulder the next second resulting in her turning around. “Officer, Officer Sato,” One called from where they stood. “He’s gone, what do we do now?” She stood back to her feet, turning to face him as she did. “Search the room, the entire facility.” “But..” “If he’s still here there’s a chance we can still apprehend him.” “But shouldn’t we call it in?” “Leave that to me, you just worry about getting that search started.” “Got it.” He did as instructed, turning back to command the others who were clearly waiting for further instruction. This left her the chance to sink back into her thoughts, but instead of choosing to do so she reached for something in her pocket, taking little navigation before recovering her phone. A number was immediately dialed, raising the phone to her ear which brought the tune of a ring. “Hello,” A soft and lively voice answered moments later. “This is the Tokyo Police Headquarters, how may I help you?” “This is Officer Sato,” She informed. “I’d like to speak with the superintendent; we have had an unexpected turn of events with the… thief.” “Please hold, I’ll see if he’s around.” With those final words the wait began. It was also in this time a rehash of thoughts flooded to the surface, particularly pertaining to the card found on the ground. Why not take what he had come here for, why leave behind a card with no explanation to give? But above all there was one thing that loomed above all else in her mind. “How did I get myself into this?” ------------------------------- Even with the absence of several clouds that had been present the night before the scent left in its wake could still breathed clear. The crack of dawn had finally arrived. After what seemed to be an endless trial of escaping the unavoidable the run seemingly came to a halt. They extended their arm outward in attempt to lean upon a light pole that had been reached. The rush could still be felt from the lengths traveled, the distance an uncertainty. After the many turns, twists, roads passed, and intersection crossed had the race finally come to an end? As time passed their heart tabbed down to normal levels. They breathed out in a sigh of relief as they pushed away from the light pole with a tiring grunt. “Finally, it’s over.” They pressed on from where they stood, feeling a growing stress in their legs. The pain was blocked into the far reaches of their mind, feeding into its pain would do them no good. Even as they continued to trot along they remained weary, constantly looking from one end of the street to the other, glancing behind every so often to make sure nothing lurked. Without warning their heart began to dance once more, triggered by something from above. A chill fell down their spine as they looked to the sky to find nothing soaring in the clear. This only heightened the tension within. Was it paranoia, had they lost all reason? Through instinct they ran once again. The end of the block was coming in range; however they chose to stop due to a sudden sound that whistled from their blind side. “What was that?” There was nothing to spot on hindsight, however there was a subtle growl that wisped as they slowly turned and locked eyes with the beast which flashed its fangs as if to present a challenge. “No, not again!!!!” Not waiting for its move to make they raced forward only to catch eye of a large snake slithering down a light pole at the end of the block. Panic soared in wake of this. Fear reached its max with the roar from the skies above, looking upward as several ravens zoned in on him from all sides. “No, why?!!” There would be no giving in, attempting to run only to trip over something at ground level. A means to an end closed in immediately with the hiss of the snake, the bark of the beast, and the calling of the ravens above. They were to weakened to move, knowing their fate was now sealed. The fear had run its course, finally exceeding the breaking point as they reached across their body to clutch their chest. They coughed out with one last breath to give, feeling as all life was sucked from within. …………………………………….. With every success loomed a fail. Of all assignments given to them since taking the next step in progression this was the first met with fail. But regardless of this there would be no backing down in light of a single slip. The mechanical doors to the building were reached, watching as they automatically slid off to the side upon her arrival. The front desk was the place of destination, holding up ID for the clerk working the lobby to see as they passed. “Welcome back Sato-san, the boss has been expecting you.” She simply nodded, heading straight for the elevators that resided further up. Contemplating on what she was to say once she came face to face with the boss was something that had been on her mind since the previous night. After entering the elevator they made way to the third floor, exiting to see the door to the office clear down the hall. It took small time for her to fall within range of the door. Once there she reached out with a moderate knock, gaining the response from the person on the other side. “It’s open, come in.” The invitation was accepted. She walked in to find him standing by the window side left of the room. He shifted with the turn of his broad shoulders to lock eyes with her own, stepping away from the window to greet her in full. “Superintendent, I tried getting in contact with you last night,” Miwako began as she closed the door she had entered through. “Unfortunately you had left the office by that time.” “Yes, this information was conveyed to me earlier today,” Kiyonaga replied. “And while your efforts might have come up short in your assignment in assisting the SCU, don’t let it discourage you.” “I will not,” Miwako assured. She paused for a moments time before taking another step deeper into the room. “And by now you’re probably already aware the mission was a fail, despite the SCU’s set up and reactive efforts we were not able to catch Kid.” “Yes, I’m fully aware of that,” Kiyonaga acknowledged. “But you shouldn’t be disappointed as you seem to be, Kaitou Kid never makes it easy for whomever is coming after him, and besides last night had you out of your element.” “I know, but...” “But the details of how he got away aren’t as interesting as what was left behind,” Kiyonaga began as he leaned back against the wall. “The jewel in question, has anyone been able to determine why Kaitou Kid left it behind?” “Not as of yet sir,” Miwako replied before pulling something out from her top pocket. “But that wasn’t the only thing left at the scene, but this as well.” He walked forward, holding out the item which had been sealed away in a plastic covering. “A card.” Miwako informed before handing it over to her superior. “I see, and one with the insignia of the kid thief himself,” Kiyonaga analyzed while flipping it over to the opposite side to find another marking. “A check mark?” “Yes, none from the SCU were able to determine the relevance behind it, what do you think,” She stood in silence for seconds to come, wondering if he would be able to make something out of it. “Well?” “The checkmark is obviously hinting at something,” Kiyonaga answered giving eye contact once again. “I’m sorry to say, but admittedly I’m just clueless as to what it represents myself.” With that said the card was handed back to her before he stepped around his desk to have a seat on the other side. “The Kid is no longer our problem regardless,” Kiyonaga said looking to shift topics. “Now onto why I specifically had you summoned.” “There’s something else you wanted to discuss?” “Yes there is, a problem I’m sure that has been brought to your attention at some point this week,” Kiyonaga began. The change in tone and the altered look in expression called for her full attention. “There is a new drug on the street, one which has taken the lives of over fifty eight people from what has been documented.” …………….......................... What had started off as a quiet beginning to the day had now shifted to what most would consider less than typical. But in his case answering to a call such as this was considered protocol. The sun looked on from above, hanging high to reveal all to the eye. There was only one thing in mind, what would they come to find? Shortly thereafter up to four police patrol cars could be seen, letting them know they had arrived. Crime scene tape masked off the area from the general public. Their vehicle came to a halt soon after. He was the second to ascend from the cab, choosing to stick to the rare as the two made their way over to where the activity was underway. They weren’t engaged until reaching the first patrol car, greeted by a welcoming and familiar smile that could be found upon his face. “Good to see you Mouri-san, we’re glad you could make it on such short notice.” “Luckily you called when you did; I was just getting ready to head out at the time.” Kogoro notified. “Nothing of importance I hope?” “Not more than this,” Kogoro assured while surveying the area. “Where’s Inspector Megure Takagi-san, I thought for sure he’d be here.” “He just received the call ten minutes ago,” Wataru replied. “It shouldn’t take long for him to make an appearance.” It was after this the he took notice of him standing down at his side. “Conan-kun,” Wataru said with surprise to be heard in his voice. “I had no idea you’d be coming as well.” “He insisted, I agreed only under the condition that he doesn’t get in the way,” Kogoro said glaring down at him in a suggestive matter. “Something we’re both completely clear on.” “You have my word Oji-san.” Conan smilingly promised. “I’ll hold you to it,” Kogoro murmured before turning back to face him. “So what’s the deal, the details of this case given to me over the phone were pretty vague.” “Come, I’ll explain after you get a look for yourself.” He directed the two of them with the wave of his hand, both stepping past the crime scene tape as they followed him around a patrol car sitting before them. It was after breaking this barrier that the body in question came into view, lying just feet away on the sidewalk face down. “Who was he?” Kogoro asked immediately. “Rio Tanakai,” Wataru replied. “According to the ID taken from his wallet.” “Cause of death?” “It seems to be a heart attack,” Wataru replied. “One which was triggered by something.” “Was he intoxicated?” “Yes,” Wataru confirmed. “But not by alcohol, but rather a drug.” “A drug?” “Yes, a new drug that has come to our attention within this last month,” Wataru continued. “It appears this drug affects the mind in particular, causing anyone to use it to experience… how should I say, terrifying episodes.” “What do you mean?” “The people found alive after taking or being exposed to this unmarked drug have shown to fear anything or anyone near them, even the subtlest of sounds seem to rattle anyone under the influence.” “A paranoia?” Conan questioned. Wataru nodded in response. “More or less.” “Not what I was expecting to hear,” Kogoro admitted. “How many cases have been called in involving this new drug?” “Well over a hundred,” Wataru replied. “Two hundred fourteen deaths in all thus far; fifty eight of them occurring here in Tokyo.” There was a curiosity after hearing this. “What other cities has this drug been reported to have been used in?” Conan asked. “Sendai and Nagoya, respectively.” “What about the drugs origin, do we know where it came from?” “Given the compounds found in the drug we believe it’s being shipped in internationally,” Wataru answered. “Though we’ve yet to confirm that.” “And you’re sure the deceased died from this mentioned drug?” Kogoro asked. “His blood was tested with the results coming back green,” Wataru confirmed. “There’s no doubt about it.” “And the person to have discovered the body?” “Over there,” Wataru said pointing to the left. “I’ll take you over if you wish to speak with her.” “I’d ask for nothing more.” “Alright then,” Wataru said heading that way. “Follow me.” With the two leaving the immediate scene this left him alone to reflect on all details known. A hand found way to his chin as he walked forward. “While speaking of the drug itself officer Takagi mentioned the word ‘exposed’… that’s a detail in itself,” Conan thought. “That would imply the drug wasn’t taken by injection, but rather through inhaling or absorption through the skin.” The body of the victim was reached in those next moments, beginning examination right away. They were covered from top to bottom in clothing, from the sweatpants and sweatshirt to the sneakers and black gloves upon their hands. “It’s a relatively warm day, the amount in apparel worn by the deceased supports that they were afraid of something, why else wear so much clothing,” Conan detailed. “They might have truly believed someone was after them which in turn made them feel the need to conceal their identity.” He lowered himself to a knee to have a look into the victim’s eyes which were still open, able to see an anxiety and exhaust within them. After sighting this he took notice of the deceased’s right arm buried under his body. With further examination he was able to find the victim had been gripping the area around their heart. “Consistent with the determination of a heart attack just like he said,” Conan noted as he stood back to his feet to search the terrain. “But why here, what caused it all to end here at this very spot?” With that question looming his eyes fixated on a crack in the sidewalk a few feet away from the body, now starting to get a visual of how things might have unfolded. “No doubt he unintentionally tripped in attempt to run after passing that crack in the ground,” Conan determined. “Given the position of the body and the crack in the ground that must mean he was traveling from the west, which means there’s a high possibility he walked through the mall center.. if that is so one of the city camera’s is bound to have caught him on tape.” But finding out the details of his last hours wasn’t enough, not in his mind. And to top it off, there was no way he was going to crack the case by what was here. He’d have to investigate elsewhere. “To truly solve this would be to go directly to the source to prevent further incidents,” Conan stated before reaching into his pocket. “Which means finding out who is manufacturing and shipping the drug.” The navigation to what he wanted was grabbed in no time, pulling out his phone to call the person best suited to help him figure out just that. Within moments his voice spoke from the other end. “Shinichi..” “Dr. Agasa, I need your help,” Conan announced. “There’s something I need you to look into for me.” “What’s going on,” Hiroshi questioned. “Does this have something to do with a case?” “Yes, apparently some new drug has found its way to the street,” Conan began. “One that is deadly.” “Are you speaking of the drug that has sent its users into a paranoid frenzy?” “You’ve heard of it?” Conan asked almost surprised by this. “It was being covered on the news late last night; I knew it would only be a matter of time before you learned of it and took interest,” Hiroshi informed. “Which is why I took the liberty of investigating the matter myself.” “I can always count on you,” Conan said as he came upon a cross intersection. He made sure all was clear before making way to the other side. “So what turned up in your search?” “As I’m certain you already know the drug has turned up in Nagoya, Tokyo, and Sendai,” Hiroshi began. “Taking in the possibility that the drug was shipped in from out of state I looked into all international purchases that were sent into each city.” “And?” “Mongolia and Novosibirsk Russia,” Hiroshi replied. “But nothing that would call for suspicion.” “I thought that much, being that the police came to the same conclusion,” Conan said. “Let’s think of it this way, if someone was sending out drugs wouldn’t they want to keep their business concealed with some kind of insurance, that can be done by shipping it through various locations before reaching its true point.” “That makes sense.” “Furthermore according to Officer Takagi this episode began a month ago, which gives us a timeline to work with.” “Indeed.” “Here’s my thinking, whoever is sending the drugs isn’t doing it through direct connection, but possibly from a third destination,” Conan theorized. “Which means our answer lies within finding out shipments sent to both Russia and Mongolia from other locations within the last month; and if all goes right we should find the site of origin.” “Which has been done.” A look of surprise fell upon his face after hearing this. “What, you already looked into the possibility?” “Yes, admittedly it was Ai’s initiative which led to this,” Hiroshi credited. “She thought you might come to the same conclusion.” “Why am I not surprised,” Conan spoke softly. “And what did the results amount to?” “Of the two possibilities Novosibirsk is the one we believe there is a connection to be made.” “How so?” “While there is several shipments to be documented sent from place to place worldwide Novosibirsk has seen an increasing amount of goods sent in from two locations in North America,” Hiroshi informed. “All which began just over a month ago.” “Is that right,” Conan said taking an obvious interest. “And the names of these two places?” “Tampa Florida; and a city further north of there known as Gotham.” Hiroshi informed. “That’s a start,” Conan commented. “This gives us a foundation to work off of, thank you Doc.” “What now Shinichi?” “Wait there,” Conan replied. “I’m on my way.” “Then I’ll see you soon.” With that the conversation came to an end. And though there was still much to discover, his confidence couldn’t be any more leveled. “Not matter the distance away or deception used by the ones responsible, only one thing is certain… truth will prevail, and I’ll be there to see it through.” To Be Continued
  4. Another Batman/Detective Conan crossover. A Peak into Tomorrow Darkness… a gap in time before the beginning of life The same in the arrival of death In between, A fine line to walk From the dawn of creation one is built through the road in which one creates, gaining through the given experiences that life sweeps one's way. Through this character is achieved, a cemented makeup that defines ones very essence as an individual.. a barrier that cannot be broken. "Or so I thought." What happens when all you've been taught is challenged? And when all prior belief sinks into doubt? How are you to look to those you trust for guidance when those same friends and allies are truly a hidden enemy? A tear in foundation is sure to ensue, one which will foster its reach throughout the confines of one's very soul. No more trust, only an undeniable betrayal of those who had offered a hope No more strength, lost to my body and mind alike No more drive, all determination had come to seize in wake of my obtained failure No more hope, my faith has collapsed in finding a means to an end There is only one thing that has remained for me through it all, darkness. His remaining strength was little, evident by how he weakly descended down the long fleet of stairs toward the destined location that awaited his arrival. With each step a phrase of set words conveyed to him several months ago played back in his mind repeatedly, months which now felt as if years had come to pass. "Close your eyes, and in that time allow darkness to carry you to the other side. And when you shed eye once again, you will have arrived." It wasn't until now that those words began forming into clarity. He pressed on in staggering exhaustion, breathing heavily as a knifing pain soared through his legs. The end was soon reached. It was here that his heart began to race in full stride, glancing directly into the eye of the demon that called for his presence across the way. Even in the wake of his doubt there was no turning back. A heated line of sweat slid down the left side of his face as he commenced, bringing a burn to the small cut on his left cheek. The gap fell to just inches between him and the opposition after just moments. With the choice to be made there would be no turning back, the life once knew would seize its place to anew. But in doing so he would make the ultimate sacrifice, betraying a promise made to a close friend and ally who had stood by his side from the very beginning of what had come to conspire. A stream of tears formed within his eyes, trailing downward like flakes of water drops upon an oak tree after a passing storm. In disgust his sights retorted toward the floor below in a rejecting defiance to what he knew was to come. With a final cry of emotion to give he spoke a final claim, knowing their partnership of so long would now come to an untimely end. "Kudo, Shinichi… forgive me," Silence ensued as he focused eye to the one who awaited his decision to make. He inhaled once more before closing his eyes with those defining words returning. "Close your eyes, and in that time allow darkness to carry you to the other side. And when you shed eye once again, you will have arrived." With the final line clocking through mind his heart seemingly stopped, bringing about an undeniable fright that was capped off by the chanting sound of an army of swarming bats in the clear. In that moment there was nothing but fear, one of death accompanied by only darkness. If the other side was to be reached, could there perhaps be light? Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds To Be Continued
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