The Black Fox (Shinichi X Reader)

You Owe Me... Again

Based on Episode 311

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He'd made it in time. After getting delayed with another incident, Conan had raced to the meeting place. He managed to make it into the train station, and had set up his trap for the Black Organization. He'd taped the disk to the inside of the agreed upon locker, and placed the check so it stuck out of the locker.

He hid in the back of the room, breathing heavily, as Vodka entered the room. The large man lit a cigarette to wait, before noticing the check. He grabbed the check, and opened the locker. Vodka chuckled, before spitting out his cigarette onto the floor, and attempting to remove the disk. Since it was nearly impossible to remove tape with gloves on, the man had no choice but to take his off. While he tried to pull off the tape, he called one of his accomplices.

"It's me. It looks like Itakura left the goods and ran off. He should still be nearby." Vodka spoke into his phone. "What? Only some drunks and a kid entered the station?! That can't be, look again!" Vodka barked into the phone.

There was the click of a gun, and Vodka fell silent. "What is this?" The cold voice of Gin called.

"P-Partner." Vodka stuttered.

"This meeting shouldn't be until tomorrow." Gin growled.

"A-actually, the time was changed since Itakura couldn't make it then." Vodka tried to explain, the edge of fear in his tone.

"So you decided to give him the upper hand?" Gin snarled.

"N-no, the time was decided by me! He couldn't open the mail at his house due to a blackout, so I called him up." The sound of ripping tape echoed in the room. "I wasn't able to dispose of him, but I did manage to get the program. His heart is in bad shape, so he won't make it much longer anyways." Vodka chuckled.

"Do you know why there's tape on this?" Gin hummed, his voice sharp like a dagger. "It was to get your fingerprints. Since you couldn't peel it off with your gloves." Vodka gasped at this information. "And, you lit a cigarette when you didn't see the person you'd come to meet." Gin continued, as he picked up the spent cigarette butt. "This saliva will give him your blood type, see."

"Partner..."

"And look." Conan could hear the case being opened. "He wanted to find the location of our hideout. Look, there's a tracking device in the case. This is a clever fox." Gin sneered.

"Itakura, that bastard." Vodka growled.

"No, it wasn't Itakura. Extreme temperatures place pressure on the heart. Someone with a heart condition wouldn't go to a place like that in a snowstorm."

"Then the one I talked to on the phone..."

"That was likely someone he hired... But they screwed up this time." Gin stated.

"Huh?"

"This case, it's been wiped down, but it's still emitting heat."

"That means..."

"Yeah, he must be hiding nearby."

Conan felt panic rise in his chest. Not good. He heard the cocking of two guns, and the footsteps of the two killers drew closer to his hiding place further into the locker room. They approached from both sides. Dammit, what now? Conan looked around for a way out, but there was none. His only hope was evading detection. Moving quickly and quietly as Rin had shown him, he opened one of the lockers, and slid inside. He closed the door behind him, and did his very best to keep his breathing quiet, as the men reached the last row of lockers.