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[sixpartsgin]

This new arrival could be Kaito or Shinichi, the hair halfway between Kaito's messiness and Shinichi's combed down flatness. He's quite obviously carrying a gun strapped to his hip, a small-calibre weapon in a well-cared for holster. There are other weapons secreted on his person, not quite as obvious. Some are as simple as a knife kept up one

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Black. Black and armed. Black and armed and walking that thin line between Shinichi and Kaito in appearance.

Conan stands in a doorway, watching silently.

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There, reaction.

"Answer my questions first, then I'll talk."

[sixpartsgin]

"I'm not one of Them," he snapped, angry that it'd even be insinuated. "They ruined my life--!" He cut himself off, looking briefly to one side. He looked back at Conan with glacial calm in his eyes, an implacable force.

"Who are you? I suggest you tell me." there was the deadly calm before the storm there, that stated he would do anything to get the answer out of Conan. Even if he was a child. This was a personal obssession.

Even if it was just an act, mother had taught them the best lies came when you simply altered the truth.

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"You're wearing black, giving a false name, talking about how your work carries you all over the world, and claiming to be with the FBI. What else am I supposed to think?" Nothing but amusement. No fear.

"And I already told you, my name's Edogawa Conan."

[sixpartsgin]

Shaking slightly with anger, Martini fixed Conan with a furious glare.

"How about that I'm telling the truth, Edogawa Conan!" He blew a breath of air out explosively, and stood up, glaring down at Conan. "Don't- presume," he bit out.

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"You're not FBI. For one thing, you're too young. For another, I doubt you're a US citizen." Rage doesn't scare him. Others emotions have never affected him one bit.

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"Do the words Black Ops mean anything to you? I may not be old enough to be a legal FBI member, but I help out where I'm needed. I work under various people - whose names I am not going to tell you - and they know the things I do are distateful, but somebody has to be the scapegoat if we want to take these bastards down and I'm more than willing to be their fall guy."

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"Why?" Let him interpret that as he would.

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"Because." Eyes narrowed, he wasn't going to give an inch with a question as ambiguous as that.

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"Why the Black Ops?"

[sixpartsgin]

"It's easy to make people vanish when they're on Black Ops. Plausible deniability."

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"Which one are you, Shinichi-niichan or Kaito-niichan? You're acting like Shinichi-niichan more than Kaito-niichan, but that doesn't mean anything."

[sixpartsgin]

"I don't know." He grinned, full blown and bitter. "Neither of us know."

They knew; he was Shinichi, the other was Kaito, but they didn't really care to be separated as such. They were Martini together.

He sighed, and tipped his head back to the ceiling, hands in his pockets, voice idle and almost contemplative. "But I think I'm done answering questions from a brat who doesn't give answers back."

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A shrug, uncaring.

"Let's see. This place is a nexus between alternate worlds, you can't leave until it decides to spit you out, my real name is Kudo Shinichi, and I'm a detective."

[sixpartsgin]

A moment, regarding the small child, then he smiled and turned, waving one hand lazily as he began to walk away. Disbelieving. Dismissive.

"Good bye."

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"I'll find you in a week and see if you've changed your opinion any."