Case: 026

[1_truth]

{{ →!Action | Outside City Hall | Afternoon }}

[ Conan got a useful regain this time around-his glasses. Of course he knows just what to do with this gadget as he moves over to a window he's mostly sure leads into the Mayor's office. He removes his glasses and pulls off a small chunk of them and wraps it in a piece of chewing gum he'd been working on before pressing it down near the window-he's not putting it on the wall itself-he won't risk the chance of it shorting out or electrocuting him. ]

{{ →!Action | 915 Bilko Boulevard | Later in the day. }}

[ Conan's relaxing on the couch, having come home before curfew just as his housemates expect of him-or he seems to be relaxing-actually he's listening carefully. A little confused when the sound of foot steps meet his ears. ]

Ah-!

{{ →!Action | Mayfield Hospital | Evening }}

[ Nothing much to report just yet but since Sherlock's regain came in the mail today Conan's decided on delivering it to him personally. It isn't like Holmes wouldn't get it upon his return home but right now Shinichi is a little shaken and desperately needs a distraction-delivering Sherlock's regain might provide just that. Maybe, if he's lucky. He also stops by the master bedroom in the house to swipe the packet of cigarettes and lighter on the bedside table. ]

[ He pushes the door to Sherlock's room open and carries the package over. Sherlock will probably notice Conan's glasses are different today-still over sized but they look to be in much better condition and much better quality then the one's he's been borrowing from Mayfield. Another thing that surely won't go unnoticed--he's incredibly pale. ]


((ooc: You can catch Conan acting suspiciously if you'd like but stepping on the piece of gum that has the listening device wrapped inside is reserved to Gin.))

Comments

[ Phone ]

[1_truth]

It's not like I have much of a choice. You'd come after me anyway and then other people might get hurt.

[ Because it's totally not a trap, but if he denies it then it's suspicious-so lets go for a blow to his pride? ]

It'd be satisfying though, wouldn't it? To take the life of the person who beat you with a search light?

[ Phone ]

[shadesofgray]

Not from someone as suicidal as you evidently are.

[Good job Conan.]

[ Phone ]

[1_truth]

[ ... ]

But the people I associate with aren't here so it's not like you have any other options either.

[ Phone ]

[shadesofgray]

Is that so?

[Hnhnnnn... For a moment- albeit an incredibly brief one- he leans against the counter in thought. And finally...]

Hnhnhnhnhn... Very well- we'll test your pain tolerance then. Consider it a final 'goodbye'; there's no purpose in chasing after threads here.

[ Phone ]

[1_truth]

[ Conan fights back a sigh of resigned sigh mixed with a tad bit of relief. ]

...Where do you want me to go?

[ Phone ]

[shadesofgray]

Erwin.

Don't worry about which building it is, [he adds rather dangerously.]

...You won't have to worry about that after all.

[ Phone ]

[1_truth]

[ He-he really doesn't like the sound of that, how does he alert anyone to this location with just the street? And if Gin finds the tracking stickers then he'd probably just destroy them. ]

[ However, like he's pointed out, he doesn't have much of a choice so he just nods. ]

When?

[ Phone ]

[shadesofgray]

One week. Be there by seven.

And don't leave,[he warns.]

[ Phone ]

[1_truth]

Don't leave?

[ How does he expect him to leave, wasn't it common knowledge that no one can leave Mayfield? ]