Undercover || Detective Conan

6

Walking inside the headquarters, Marsala glanced at Bourbon, who is beside her, being wary of his surroundings.

She chuckled and thought that it was cute of him.

While the man beside her was looking at his surroundings, the agents they passed by were staring at her. Being the star pupil of the second-in-command, it was enough to draw attention, although she looks plain, Rum's other student, Curaçao is more striking and prettier.

"Do you know where they will meet us?" Bourbon asked, looking serious.

"Yes, just a little further from here. They want us to meet one of our senior agents who'll be with us on the next assignment." Marsala answered looking unbothered. "How is Scotch?"

"He's fully recovered, thank you for saving him." He said again.

She just hummed, "I'm just returning the favor for taking a bullet for me. We're even." She said and opened one of the conference door, walking confidently with Bourbon behind her.

There stood a man with long black hair in black clothing, Marsala chuckled, he looks like Gin. He must be the one who got was lately promoted because of his skills, was it Rye?

Her green eyes observed his face and when she locked eyes with him, she remembered something, making her snicker. 

"You two must be Marsala and Scotch." He said with his raspy voice.

"No, I'm Bourbon." Furuya corrected.

"Really? Where is Scotch?" 

She scowled and raised her hand, "Scotch is injured, I don't think he'll be a big help."

"But the higher-ups ordered that it will be his another assignment, you get that right? "

Another loyalty test for him? Marsala exhaled and crossed her arms to think. Rum must think that I vouch for Bourbon's identity since I've been sticking close to him but Scotch - he was injured in both assignments he was given.

Rum probably thought he won't last in this field and this case will be his chance to redeem himself.

"Alright, Bourbon stand down and get Scotch." Marsala answered and took out her phone, "You'll be back in three hours, right?"

By the way his eyes shined and maintained a serious face, Bourbon also figured out the reason why Scotch has been requested.

"Yeah." Bourbon just agreed and his eyes shifted from Marsala to the man in front of her before walking out of the room to get his friend who is resting in their apartment.

Once he was gone, Marsala turned to the camera on the ceiling, recording their actions in the meeting. She looked around the room and found one blind spot.