Case closed. A CELTs proyect

Chapter 1. A traitor like ours

Good evening everyone and Happy New Year! Today I bring you the new chapter of this week, I hope you enjoy it.

ATTENTION! The following story you are about to read is a non-profit fan fic that is intended solely to entertain Detective Conan fans looking to have a good time. The reproduction rights, characterization of the characters do not belong to me, but to the great Gosho Aoyama, creator of the series and that I hope he can continue writing for many more years Ibañez in number of years? Doesn't matter, whatever it is, Detective Conan is already inside the Olympus of the best comics in history) Let's start!

10:00 p.m. Wednesday - Karasuma Group's main building 4th Floor. Location: Somewhere in Tokyo.

At the end of a wide white corridor that reached as far as the eye could see, there was a room with a plaque above the number panel where "R+D" was written. Inside it, darkness dominated the place, but by a slight glow coming out of a computer at the back of the room, you could see several books scattered on the floor and unplaced from their shelves, and next to these, there were many papers scattered all over the place. whoever entered there, would have thought that a hurricane had passed through there, destroying everything.
In front of the turned on computer, I was sitting on a desk chair in a black silhouette, which if it weren't for the glare from the computer, you wouldn't notice.
The fingers of the silhouette move from key to key in a frenetic rhythm, while the noise of the keys forms a peculiar artificial tune, without foundation for anyone, but of great importance for its composer. The silhouette already had everything planned in his head since he decided to betray the organization of the men in black, but regardless of his motives, he always thought that one day he would end up doing something similar, after all, it was thanks to her that he was able to make that decision.
It can be seen how several drops of sweat slide from her forehead mixed with the nervousness of the moment. She knew what she was doing and the consequences it would trigger from the moment she pressed the last button. He closed his eyes, took a heavy breath and after three seconds he opened them again and pressed the shift key with determination. -I
whispered that
there were a lot of documents open with the initials CELTs in their headers. A loading bar appeared in the middle of the monitor and every three seconds it was filled with 10% or 20%. One minute later, you hear footsteps outside and the silhouette quickly turns towards the door in fear, but five seconds later you hear the footsteps moving away and you take a breath, look at the monitor again and check that you are at 90% load.
-Come on, come on, come on-he encouraged by the bajini, as if some of it encouraged him to charge faster. Three seconds later, it reaches 100% and instead of the bar appears a text in capital letters PROCESS FINISHED. A slight smile is formed on the silhouette.
-Well-celebrates by whispering the silhouette.
He then takes out his SD card and looks at it between his fingers, holding it by its tips, as if it were a treasure trove. -
Finally, the days of darkness are over," she whispers. She
presses her right shoe against her knee, and presses what appears to be a heel button, which slides automatically to reveal a small secret compartment big enough to hold a USB memory stick. She puts the SD memory in and presses the button again to close it.

It focuses on the monitor, quickly closes all open documents on the monitor, and turns off the computer, adding to the darkness of the room.

10:05 p.m. - Highway. Location: Somewhere in Tokyo

A porch of the 356-A drives along a highway somewhere in Tokyo. Those inside are two men dressed in black who look quite menacing. The driver is a fairly tall man with long silver hair and an intimidating look. Between his lips, he holds a lit cigarette, without taking his eyes off the lane where he is driving. His companion, a shorter man, robust, with sunglasses in his eyes, observes some reports that he has in his hands.
-He had never doubted his partner's perfect reasoning before, but this time he wanted to be sure it was a good idea after all. Gin, takes out one of her hands from the wheel and holds the cigarette with it. He takes it away from his mouth and lets out a mountain of smoke.