Undercover || Detective Conan

5

"How boring." Gari complained while walking away from their dead target.

Beside him is Marsala, taking off her gloves and placed them inside the pocket of her black coat. She didn't answer and just went to her car to leave.

It's already their third assignment and this time, her partner is Mezcal which means Scotch and Bourbon are partners. Marsala is a bit distracted and hoped nothing happens, since there's a chance that both of them may hesitate to kill.

Especially their target is just someone innocent from any crimes, the beloved son of the Italian Mafia who broke their contract with the organization. 

"Last time, I heard you had a hard time. Why?"

Marsala gets this feeling that he wouldn't stop bothering her, so she answered, "It's to make sure the police doesn't catch up. Some wounds far from vital points and some are near, the police would say that it was just a gang fight with some so-so fighters."

After saying that, she didn't even bat an eye at him and went straight to her car and report to one of the senior agents nearby watching the scene.

...

While watching the rain, Marsala drank some wine and sat lazily on her egg chair. Scotch and Bourbon should be finished by now.

Someone banged on her door numerous times. It alerted her for a second, standing up and took out a small gun hidden inside a secret compartment in the shoe rack.

She peeked inside the peephole and saw two familiar faces. "What happened?" She mumbled.

Hiding the gun behind her, she quickly opened the door and saw Bourbon looking alarmed.

"Marsala!" He exclaimed with a worried face and her green eyes shifted to the unconscious man leaning beside Bourbon.

"Come inside." Marsala said and stood aside to let them enter, placing her gun on top of the shoe cabinet.

Peeking outside to see if they were being followed. Her apartment is a run-down one and it's located on a dark area, so she doesn't have to worry if there are neighbors or CCTV's who saw them enter.

She locked the door once they're inside, "Take him to my bed. I'll get the kit. What happened?"

"He's shot in the arm and leg." Bourbon reported and started to take off Scotch's shirt and cut his pants. "I'm sorry, I'll buy you another bedding sheet."

"It's alright." Marsala appeared inside her bedroom, "I'm about to move again anyway. I have to throw and burn some stuff away."

Bourbon watched her fix some  instruments on layers of a clean, white cloth, "What are you still doing here? Go out." Marsala shooed him away.