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[theothergrey]

Gin is tense, wary as he walks down the corridor, eyes flickering constantly over his surroundings, noting everything new, different, anything that could possibly say trap. One hand is hidden in his pocket, curled loosely around his gun, and his steps are carefully measured to be quiet on the carpeted floor.

Please don't surprise him.

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[haibaras_ashes]

Oh, Haibara's not planning on doing anything that might tip their hand. She's very subtle -- invisible, noiseless, only a slight chill in the air and a distance between her and Gin. She's been waiting for this.

[theothergrey]

Still quiet, the soft pad of his shoes against the carpet. Something... is in the air? Gin's suspicions are aroused, but he couldn't tell you how he knew. He's learnt to trust his instincts, though, so he keeps alert, finger readying on the loaded gun in his pocket. Just in case.

[haibaras_ashes]

A less experienced ghost might pull back at that. Haibara's learnt not to. Keep this up long enough, in a controlled environment, they start to think you're normal. Never even notice when you move in--

The shadows reach out to her as she passes but she ignores them, pushing them back.

[theothergrey]

Again, and this time it's something, a flicker at the corner of his eyes, something Not Right.

Gin glances behind him casually, taking in all the details behind him with ease. An empty corridor. And the same ahead.

So what was making him so twitchy?

[deaduction]

A second presence materialised at Haibara's heels, the ghost not giving it more than a cursory glance. She'd known Kudou would be as unable to resist this as she was.

Is--?

Can't sense him. Can you?

Just the one. Pause. We'll have to change the plan.

[theothergrey]

This was enough.

Gin brought out his gun, the sound of it cocking loud in the corridor. The signs weren't adding up, but every instinct he relied on was telling him that danger was present.

[haibaras_ashes]

Jumpy, don't you think? Seems nervous~

Take away the Organisation-- The memory of a smile, quick, sharp.

Shall we dance?

After you.

It was the instinct Haibara reached for, that unsettled feeling. She was slight, small, subtle -- who could tell if she was really there?

[theothergrey]

Wary, Gin put his back to the wall, still not able to put his finger on why he was paranoid. But he'd be damned if he stopped trusting the instincts which had lead to his continued survival this long.

[haibaras_ashes]

Haibara waited quietly, not reacting to his surface thoughts. Curiousity flickered at 'instinct' and 'survival' but she reined it in sharply. Go quietly to start.

[theothergrey]

Gin waited as well. The feeling hadn't dropped, and by being careless, he'd only put himself at a disadvantage. Patience was a virtue, or so they said.

[deaduction]

It would have been easier with Vodka there as a mask, but Shinichi waited until the time was up. They'd planned the interval long enough that surely Gin must be wondering whether it was merely his mind ...

A muffled stirring sound from the corridor back the way he'd come. Indistinct, hard to identify.

[theothergrey]

Gin's attention snapped towards the noise, not moving more than necessary to look, to see.

It still didn't feel right. Something, some indefinable thing was wrong. Gin wasn't going to move unless he had to.

[deaduction]

Nothing happened immediately, seconds stretching into thin silence and then finally, inevitably, the door at the end of the hall clicked open.

[theothergrey]

Gin slid his gun back into his pocket carefully, hand still on it, moving down the corridor on silent feet, slowly. Not wanting to arouse suspicions of whoever it was.

[haibaras_ashes]

Haibara's coolly detached. It's not time yet; he's still too calm.

[theothergrey]

He continues walking, stilling when he's a distance from the door still, eyes moving over details, picking them up, not hearing anyone or seeing anything.

Timer, then. Or a trap.

Gin waits. He's quite sure if there's someone there, they'll crack before him.