[Drabble-Targets]
( occ:A small fic/drabble to explain Hakuba’s situation and psychology at the moment, and to help with the future events on the Pandora’s plot :3 comments are welcome~)
There was a resounding sound and a cold sensation that interrupted his thoughts. Hakuba turned back to face the now open window of his room. He paused, resting the cup of tea he'd been drinking on the table, and stood up. As he reached the window the aforementioned breeze brushed past his face and mussed the hair in front of it. For a moment he was expecting a white shadow to come into sight, but he knew better. For one, Kid-san was never that loud, and he already knew that the thief was not available at the moment.
They would need to talk eventually. Eventually...
He made a thoughtful noise, made sure the window was locked, and went back to the computer station he had been working at before the interruption.
"Saguru-niichan?"
A masculine, yet still juvenile, voice spoke up. After some days of searching and hacking through the satellites communicators and radios of the world, Doyle himself had synthesized a voice that he liked and started to use it. It was useful for the detective when he needed to work in the library, or anyplace away from the computer. Now he only needed his cell phone or a radio to contact Doyle, even the radio in his car was enough.
To anyone else, this might have been a revelation about the complexities and advancements of today's technology, but since he had started hanging out with an internationally-wanted criminal and suffered all the strange consequences that came with it, strange things had become commonplace. This really just went to show how quickly the bizarre and strange could become mundane once you got used to it.
It was really the small things, once you got down to it. The small things that added up to big things. He'd heard about the thief from halfway around the world. Interest piqued, he began to chase said thief, moving back to the country of his birth along the way. But it really boiled down to one point: by opening the door to one person, he'd actually gained a close circle of friends, and declared war on a mysterious organization which wouldn't hesitate to kill them. And somehow, on a rare emotional level, it felt like a fair trade.
Kid has been using his presence as a way to draw the Black ops out long before any arrangements between them were made, because the only time they were visible is when he's is making great big honking target of himself in the middle of a heist. Once he found Pandora and destroy it in front of the Black ops, Kid-san would be done with his vengeance. He would never forget or forgive what they did to him and his family, but he would be able to close that chapter of his life if he wanted to. But all the other lives they took- all the murders, all the innocent people, all the collateral damage.... the list of victims that he found was steadily creeping higher. So many lives, and yet so much to do.
It would never end for him. Not until the whole criminal ring was behind bars; not until the last of them had paid for his actions in front of justice. The goal was to track down the -entire- operation; to take out the head. Saguru Hakuba wasn't a fool; he knew how idealistic that was. It was not going to be easy, and it could took him forever.... but he didn't care.
"It did it again." Even Doyle sounded annoyed. "This time it was 5 hours, 30 minutes, 15 seconds and 3 milliseconds."
The localizer designed to show Snake's location has been disappearing and reappearing on multiple occasions for the last few days. If he managed to remove the bullet with the localizer from his body it would be destroyed- not moving, or working. But sometimes it was working and sometimes it wasn't locatable at all. He and Doyle had hacked all the security systems and comsats that they could find, but the red spot that was Snake had been gone for some hours, only to reappear again suddenly.
He was going to use the multi-spectrum camera on the black ops' base to confirm his suspicions, but he was fairly sure that the localizer was missing because it no longer existed on his world. That mean that yes, the Black ops had not only managed to discover the existence of the multiverse, but they already found a way to travel between worlds. They probably knew about the community, too.
Hakuba felt like bashing his head against the wall.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in hopes of heading off the headache that was definitely heading his way. Sublimate... sublimate... focus. Hakuba shifted forward, forearms resting on his thighs, his hands dangling in the space between his legs. Play to your strengths. His were scientific and analytical thinking. Kid's were stealth and impersonation. Neither of them were fighters, although they could do that in their own right.
Kudo, on the other hand, was a fighter.... hmm...
"Maybe it's about time for some very straight talk."
There was a resounding sound and a cold sensation that interrupted his thoughts. Hakuba turned back to face the now open window of his room. He paused, resting the cup of tea he'd been drinking on the table, and stood up. As he reached the window the aforementioned breeze brushed past his face and mussed the hair in front of it. For a moment he was expecting a white shadow to come into sight, but he knew better. For one, Kid-san was never that loud, and he already knew that the thief was not available at the moment.
They would need to talk eventually. Eventually...
He made a thoughtful noise, made sure the window was locked, and went back to the computer station he had been working at before the interruption.
"Saguru-niichan?"
A masculine, yet still juvenile, voice spoke up. After some days of searching and hacking through the satellites communicators and radios of the world, Doyle himself had synthesized a voice that he liked and started to use it. It was useful for the detective when he needed to work in the library, or anyplace away from the computer. Now he only needed his cell phone or a radio to contact Doyle, even the radio in his car was enough.
To anyone else, this might have been a revelation about the complexities and advancements of today's technology, but since he had started hanging out with an internationally-wanted criminal and suffered all the strange consequences that came with it, strange things had become commonplace. This really just went to show how quickly the bizarre and strange could become mundane once you got used to it.
It was really the small things, once you got down to it. The small things that added up to big things. He'd heard about the thief from halfway around the world. Interest piqued, he began to chase said thief, moving back to the country of his birth along the way. But it really boiled down to one point: by opening the door to one person, he'd actually gained a close circle of friends, and declared war on a mysterious organization which wouldn't hesitate to kill them. And somehow, on a rare emotional level, it felt like a fair trade.
Kid has been using his presence as a way to draw the Black ops out long before any arrangements between them were made, because the only time they were visible is when he's is making great big honking target of himself in the middle of a heist. Once he found Pandora and destroy it in front of the Black ops, Kid-san would be done with his vengeance. He would never forget or forgive what they did to him and his family, but he would be able to close that chapter of his life if he wanted to. But all the other lives they took- all the murders, all the innocent people, all the collateral damage.... the list of victims that he found was steadily creeping higher. So many lives, and yet so much to do.
It would never end for him. Not until the whole criminal ring was behind bars; not until the last of them had paid for his actions in front of justice. The goal was to track down the -entire- operation; to take out the head. Saguru Hakuba wasn't a fool; he knew how idealistic that was. It was not going to be easy, and it could took him forever.... but he didn't care.
"It did it again." Even Doyle sounded annoyed. "This time it was 5 hours, 30 minutes, 15 seconds and 3 milliseconds."
The localizer designed to show Snake's location has been disappearing and reappearing on multiple occasions for the last few days. If he managed to remove the bullet with the localizer from his body it would be destroyed- not moving, or working. But sometimes it was working and sometimes it wasn't locatable at all. He and Doyle had hacked all the security systems and comsats that they could find, but the red spot that was Snake had been gone for some hours, only to reappear again suddenly.
He was going to use the multi-spectrum camera on the black ops' base to confirm his suspicions, but he was fairly sure that the localizer was missing because it no longer existed on his world. That mean that yes, the Black ops had not only managed to discover the existence of the multiverse, but they already found a way to travel between worlds. They probably knew about the community, too.
Hakuba felt like bashing his head against the wall.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in hopes of heading off the headache that was definitely heading his way. Sublimate... sublimate... focus. Hakuba shifted forward, forearms resting on his thighs, his hands dangling in the space between his legs. Play to your strengths. His were scientific and analytical thinking. Kid's were stealth and impersonation. Neither of them were fighters, although they could do that in their own right.
Kudo, on the other hand, was a fighter.... hmm...
"Maybe it's about time for some very straight talk."