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Norbury Fortune
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Chapter 7: Nor-Bury Fortune
The force of the explosion rocked through the building as sudden as an earthquake -- Vermouth ducked back into the stairwell, shutting the door as she covered her mouth with her arm. Smoke filled the corridor of the 6th floor, tiny wisps squeezing through the cracks of the door.
“Damn, that was close.” Vermouth tightened her grip on her gun, cracked open the door and peeked into the hall -- orange and yellow flames flickered from a room with its door charred, the detonation site. The flames climbed the blackened doorframe, crackling and sputtering up to the ceiling; a beep resounded through the hall and the drumming sound of water echoed as the sprinklers switched on.
Vermouth opened the door another few millimeters before stopping; Troy, with his grey streaked black hair, stumbled into the hall from the assaulted room, his face covered in cuts, his clothes bloodied from various wounds, and singed from the fire. He coughed into his hand as the smoke clouded the air, the sprinklers soaking him through.
Vermouth’s eyes widened as she recognized his face from the information she gathered.
‘Troy Craig…but….’ She hesitated, but then turned back to the stairs, sneaking away from the assaulted floor, her blood pumping. ‘What is Absinthe’s game….’
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Conan braced himself against the wall during the sudden explosion, heartbeat racing; he smelled smoke though none could be seen -- the singed smell of something burnt. He ran down the hall, passed the employee only door, shouting back at the FBI agents that the hacker was still on this floor.
“Guard the employee room door and the two parallel hallways -- this floor’s layout guarantees the culprit will have to pass through one of those ways.” Conan finished speaking as he turned the corner and then turned onto the middle corridor -- the floor’s layout from the map imprinted in his thoughts. ‘The two center hallways form a + sign, with the horizontal one blocked on either end by an employee break room….’ His eyes lit up as the smoke smell grew stronger, he readied his stun-gun as brief wisps of smoke unfurled and dispersed.
Hakami stepped into the hall in front of Conan; her now silver-blonde hair startled the young detective, making him hesitate. He shot her with his stun-gun the second he spied the automatic pistol in her hand. She slumped against the wall the next second, sliding to the floor as he exhaled and approached; he kicked the gun out of her hand and away. It skidded across the floor, making a sound that caused Conan’s heart to jump -- it beeped and smoke billowed from it.
“What….”
Hakami grabbed Conan as his eyes widened on the contraption, silencing him by pressing the metallic barrel of her real firearm against his temple; her right arm held Conan’s child body easily against her chest as she stood, her head tilted to the side as though to ask ‘you’re surprised?’ Her green eyes gleamed in the overhead light as footsteps echoed from down the hall as the FBI agents responded to the smoke.
“How…?”
“It never occurred to you that the Syndicate would analyze the chemical used in that stunning-gadget after it got used on Gin? He brought the dart to the lab after that incident -- the scientists had no real trouble analyzing it.” Hakami smirked as Conan’s heartbeat quickened under her arm, the small detective struggling to free himself, eyes widened.
“But how did you know I….” Conan squirmed, then froze, sweat dripping down his face, his stomach in knots.
“Teitan elementary, 10 years ago. I transferred to your class for a few months…and I never forget a face, Kudo.” She whispered the last word in his ear, and a chill raced down his spine; his stomach clenched and his skin whitened.
“You….You….”
Hakami squeezed the breath out of him, and tightened her grip on the pistol as the FBI agents turned onto the center hall, guns aimed out in front.
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Gin drove toward the city, turning onto a semi-empty side street heading toward downtown, cell-phone to his ear; he gripped the steering wheel tightly as he listened to Vodka’s words about the explosion and Absinthe’s escape.
“Neither of you considered the keypad lock to the Employee only room….” Gin’s silver-blond hair shadowed his eyes; the window wipers swished over the windshield even as the rain cleared and stopped.
His wounded arm throbbed as he pulled into a parking garage; he flexed his right hand after he parked, switching the cell-phone to his left.
“Let Absinthe go for now, I have an idea where she’ll strike next and when….” Gin ended the call and pocketed the phone; he leaned back in the driver seat while he lit a cigarette, breathing its smoke in deeply. After a few deep drags he held the cigarette with his teeth and exited the car, pocketing the photo and videotape from the passenger seat.
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Pistol pressed against Conan’s temple, Hakami faced Jodie and James as they entered the center hall from opposite ends; Jodie in front of her, James behind. She heard James’ sharp intake of breath as his eyes widened and focused on her.
“Let him go, you won’t escape….” James took a step toward Hakami, but froze when she gave a laugh, her lips twisted in a smirk. He saw as she revealed the wire under her collar, a wire attached to a microphone and hidden beneath her shirt.
“This is hooked to a transmitter with which I can detonate the massive explosive I have hidden in this hotel. As well as the other small bombs I’ve hidden inside and outside.” Hakami boldly stepped forward, raising her eyebrows when Jodie remained firm in her stance and aim at the younger blonde.
“Let him go, now. This is not the way to get revenge on the Syndicate, yours and Troy’s vendetta will….”
“Ah, well…if I whispered ‘Norbury’ in your ear it’d mean nothing to you, but….” Hakami chuckled as she averted her gaze to Conan, whose eyes widened. “I’m certain this little detective knows the reference. Ne, Conan-Kun?”
“You…that….” Conan’s heart jumped as Hakami stressed the ‘ku’ in ‘kun’, but the word “Norbury” focused his thoughts; his eyebrows shooting upwards as sweat dripped down his forehead. “ ‘The Adventure of the Yellow Face’….you’re saying Jodie’s deduction’s wrong, revenge against the Syndicate’s isn’t your motive…but then what….”
“Think about it on your own time, detective.” Hakami smirked and shifted her stance, the microphone closer to her lips. “NB 1009 terminate.” The sudden screech assaulted the air and heavy smoke spilled from the vents; the overhead light switched off as Hakami threw Conan against the wall and ducked back toward the Employee break room while Jodie and James coughed and squinted their eyes in the smoke. She rushed through the hole in the wall from an earlier bomb, entering the break room and exiting it before Conan, Jodie, or James could catch her.
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The TV screen glowed bright silver on Gin’s face, his eyes obscured by his hat and front strands of hair; his lips expressionless. His finger still pressed on the stop button of the VCR, he ignored his ringing cell-phone, the snow-static on the TV screen heralding the deafening silence; he stepped forward and switched off the TV, his hand tightening on the VCR remote.
“This…this is….” Gin’s chin stiffened, his lips pursed, teeth clenched; he ejected the videotape and placed the remote down, his eyes shadowed as he read over the words inscribed: ‘Not With Impunity,’ “Sa…hh….” He shook his head, the tape shaking in his hand. Anger like venom coursing through his veins exuded into the air surrounding him, hatred freezing his blood. “He…that son of a….”
Neither the knock on the room door, nor the sudden opening of said door pulled the ice from his eyes; the frigid sternness still focused on the blank screen. Vermouth visibly shivered when she saw Gin’s face as she entered the room, Vodka right behind her.
“Gin….”
“Aniki….”
Gin’s glare froze all other sounds in their throats, they saw the Beretta clenched in the tight fist of his left hand, the tape in his right.
“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch. Troy Craig will wish he never touched her.”
A/N: End Chapter.
For those of you who don’t know the Holmes story “The Adventure of the Yellow Face” it is one story where Holmes’ deduction is wrong in the end, and the reference to whispering the word Norbury in one’s ear comes from that story.
Chapter 7: Nor-Bury Fortune
The force of the explosion rocked through the building as sudden as an earthquake -- Vermouth ducked back into the stairwell, shutting the door as she covered her mouth with her arm. Smoke filled the corridor of the 6th floor, tiny wisps squeezing through the cracks of the door.
“Damn, that was close.” Vermouth tightened her grip on her gun, cracked open the door and peeked into the hall -- orange and yellow flames flickered from a room with its door charred, the detonation site. The flames climbed the blackened doorframe, crackling and sputtering up to the ceiling; a beep resounded through the hall and the drumming sound of water echoed as the sprinklers switched on.
Vermouth opened the door another few millimeters before stopping; Troy, with his grey streaked black hair, stumbled into the hall from the assaulted room, his face covered in cuts, his clothes bloodied from various wounds, and singed from the fire. He coughed into his hand as the smoke clouded the air, the sprinklers soaking him through.
Vermouth’s eyes widened as she recognized his face from the information she gathered.
‘Troy Craig…but….’ She hesitated, but then turned back to the stairs, sneaking away from the assaulted floor, her blood pumping. ‘What is Absinthe’s game….’
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Conan braced himself against the wall during the sudden explosion, heartbeat racing; he smelled smoke though none could be seen -- the singed smell of something burnt. He ran down the hall, passed the employee only door, shouting back at the FBI agents that the hacker was still on this floor.
“Guard the employee room door and the two parallel hallways -- this floor’s layout guarantees the culprit will have to pass through one of those ways.” Conan finished speaking as he turned the corner and then turned onto the middle corridor -- the floor’s layout from the map imprinted in his thoughts. ‘The two center hallways form a + sign, with the horizontal one blocked on either end by an employee break room….’ His eyes lit up as the smoke smell grew stronger, he readied his stun-gun as brief wisps of smoke unfurled and dispersed.
Hakami stepped into the hall in front of Conan; her now silver-blonde hair startled the young detective, making him hesitate. He shot her with his stun-gun the second he spied the automatic pistol in her hand. She slumped against the wall the next second, sliding to the floor as he exhaled and approached; he kicked the gun out of her hand and away. It skidded across the floor, making a sound that caused Conan’s heart to jump -- it beeped and smoke billowed from it.
“What….”
Hakami grabbed Conan as his eyes widened on the contraption, silencing him by pressing the metallic barrel of her real firearm against his temple; her right arm held Conan’s child body easily against her chest as she stood, her head tilted to the side as though to ask ‘you’re surprised?’ Her green eyes gleamed in the overhead light as footsteps echoed from down the hall as the FBI agents responded to the smoke.
“How…?”
“It never occurred to you that the Syndicate would analyze the chemical used in that stunning-gadget after it got used on Gin? He brought the dart to the lab after that incident -- the scientists had no real trouble analyzing it.” Hakami smirked as Conan’s heartbeat quickened under her arm, the small detective struggling to free himself, eyes widened.
“But how did you know I….” Conan squirmed, then froze, sweat dripping down his face, his stomach in knots.
“Teitan elementary, 10 years ago. I transferred to your class for a few months…and I never forget a face, Kudo.” She whispered the last word in his ear, and a chill raced down his spine; his stomach clenched and his skin whitened.
“You….You….”
Hakami squeezed the breath out of him, and tightened her grip on the pistol as the FBI agents turned onto the center hall, guns aimed out in front.
0
Gin drove toward the city, turning onto a semi-empty side street heading toward downtown, cell-phone to his ear; he gripped the steering wheel tightly as he listened to Vodka’s words about the explosion and Absinthe’s escape.
“Neither of you considered the keypad lock to the Employee only room….” Gin’s silver-blond hair shadowed his eyes; the window wipers swished over the windshield even as the rain cleared and stopped.
His wounded arm throbbed as he pulled into a parking garage; he flexed his right hand after he parked, switching the cell-phone to his left.
“Let Absinthe go for now, I have an idea where she’ll strike next and when….” Gin ended the call and pocketed the phone; he leaned back in the driver seat while he lit a cigarette, breathing its smoke in deeply. After a few deep drags he held the cigarette with his teeth and exited the car, pocketing the photo and videotape from the passenger seat.
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Pistol pressed against Conan’s temple, Hakami faced Jodie and James as they entered the center hall from opposite ends; Jodie in front of her, James behind. She heard James’ sharp intake of breath as his eyes widened and focused on her.
“Let him go, you won’t escape….” James took a step toward Hakami, but froze when she gave a laugh, her lips twisted in a smirk. He saw as she revealed the wire under her collar, a wire attached to a microphone and hidden beneath her shirt.
“This is hooked to a transmitter with which I can detonate the massive explosive I have hidden in this hotel. As well as the other small bombs I’ve hidden inside and outside.” Hakami boldly stepped forward, raising her eyebrows when Jodie remained firm in her stance and aim at the younger blonde.
“Let him go, now. This is not the way to get revenge on the Syndicate, yours and Troy’s vendetta will….”
“Ah, well…if I whispered ‘Norbury’ in your ear it’d mean nothing to you, but….” Hakami chuckled as she averted her gaze to Conan, whose eyes widened. “I’m certain this little detective knows the reference. Ne, Conan-Kun?”
“You…that….” Conan’s heart jumped as Hakami stressed the ‘ku’ in ‘kun’, but the word “Norbury” focused his thoughts; his eyebrows shooting upwards as sweat dripped down his forehead. “ ‘The Adventure of the Yellow Face’….you’re saying Jodie’s deduction’s wrong, revenge against the Syndicate’s isn’t your motive…but then what….”
“Think about it on your own time, detective.” Hakami smirked and shifted her stance, the microphone closer to her lips. “NB 1009 terminate.” The sudden screech assaulted the air and heavy smoke spilled from the vents; the overhead light switched off as Hakami threw Conan against the wall and ducked back toward the Employee break room while Jodie and James coughed and squinted their eyes in the smoke. She rushed through the hole in the wall from an earlier bomb, entering the break room and exiting it before Conan, Jodie, or James could catch her.
0
The TV screen glowed bright silver on Gin’s face, his eyes obscured by his hat and front strands of hair; his lips expressionless. His finger still pressed on the stop button of the VCR, he ignored his ringing cell-phone, the snow-static on the TV screen heralding the deafening silence; he stepped forward and switched off the TV, his hand tightening on the VCR remote.
“This…this is….” Gin’s chin stiffened, his lips pursed, teeth clenched; he ejected the videotape and placed the remote down, his eyes shadowed as he read over the words inscribed: ‘Not With Impunity,’ “Sa…hh….” He shook his head, the tape shaking in his hand. Anger like venom coursing through his veins exuded into the air surrounding him, hatred freezing his blood. “He…that son of a….”
Neither the knock on the room door, nor the sudden opening of said door pulled the ice from his eyes; the frigid sternness still focused on the blank screen. Vermouth visibly shivered when she saw Gin’s face as she entered the room, Vodka right behind her.
“Gin….”
“Aniki….”
Gin’s glare froze all other sounds in their throats, they saw the Beretta clenched in the tight fist of his left hand, the tape in his right.
“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch. Troy Craig will wish he never touched her.”
A/N: End Chapter.
For those of you who don’t know the Holmes story “The Adventure of the Yellow Face” it is one story where Holmes’ deduction is wrong in the end, and the reference to whispering the word Norbury in one’s ear comes from that story.