Kudo Yusaku was, for the most part, used to whatever shenanigans his wife pulled – be it running away because she thought he was having an affair or dragging them home to tease their only son. This time, however, it was not like that. Yukiko was clearly preoccupied with something, and had insisted they return to their son as soon as possible. He trusted her motherly judgment (most of the time), and if she said that they needed to see Shinichi than they visited him. He still wasn't sure why they needed to return so suddenly, or why she'd been clutching his phone in a tight vice for the past several hours once they arrived at the nearest airport.

Getting into their seats, he decided now was a good time to broach the subject at hand. Unless he wanted to leave the matter as a surprise, but that didn't sit well with his writer's brain.

"Dear, what is going on? Did something happen to Shinichi?" He asked.

Yukiko snapped out of her daze and looked at him, her eyes deep with complex weaves of emotions. She simply handed him his phone back, not saying a word. He excepted the device with a raised eyebrow, but didn't push the subject further. There was a single voicemail, sent from the manor's house phone (he recognized the number). He raised the device to his ear and waited.

Now he understood. Yukiko was right; it was best they got back as soon as possible. There was going to be a very interesting conversation when they finally saw their son again.

Snake was about ready to blow someone's brain right out of their skull. He didn't like having to take orders from anyone other than 'that person', especially not little bitches like Tonic. KID was his prey god damn it! Sure, most of the organization was gone now, but that didn't give her the right to waltz in and take over like he didn't exist. All of his underlings were giving him a wide radius, knowing full well that it was best not to disturb him when he was fuming like he was now. Lest someone lose a brain or heart.

He was actually wishing he were dealing with Gin, or even Vermouth! They at least had the decency to let him do his own thing for the most part, even when working with him. Tonic had forbidden him and his (technically her's now) men from going anywhere close to the heist location. Said she wanted to "get introductions out of the way" on her own before making a proper move. Why? It wasn't like taking KID out required rocket science, just shoot the bastard in the head and be done with it.

And doesn't she normally work solo, why is 'his' sharpest weapon going after a thief anyway? He wondered for the nth time.

Tonic was an assassin and hitman, she eliminated threats to the organization without fail or even evidence of her intervention. She had a critical eye and an aim that never failed her, she even had a bit of knowledge in despise. She might not be Vermouth level of trickery in that department, but she was good enough to pass herself off as both a man and a woman, mask or no mask. Besides, wasn't it that Kudo brat who'd played the biggest role in the takedown? Kaito KID – as far as anyone knew – had been nowhere near the main HQ when the FBI attacked.

"Still sulking I see," A voice commented cooly.

He turned his head to see the woman in question walking towards him, a nerve-grating smirk on her lips. Most of her short platinum blond hair had been tucked carefully beneath her hat, making her look even more like a man despite the smooth roundness of her jaw. Her silver gaze watched him carefully, eyes practically laughing at him.

"What do you want?" He spat.

"Oh nothing, I've just come to remind you that we'll be having a strategy meeting soon, and I want all of my subordinates to be present." Tonic replied.

"Why are you even here anyway?" He snarled. "KID's my prey, shouldn't you be focusing on a certain detective brat?"

He saw her lips twitch in amusement. It made his blood boil.

"Who says I'm not?" She countered, voice coy.

He narrowed his eyes. Was she really implying that KID had ties to that Kudo brat? Impossible, why would a thief interact with a detective? It was counterintuitive to survival. Maybe the bitch had a few screws loose up there.

"I'll let you get back to your sulking, but I will grab you to the meeting by your ears if you try to skip out. I refuse to let your idiocy impede my mission."

He'd once been considered one of the most loyal to that man, but was that really the truth? After all, he'd gone against orders and let her live, he'd even just simply left her chained to a pipe. Instead of killing her the first time, he left her alone with an opportunity to escape as he tried to reason with 'him'. And again he let her live, on the rooftop in the snow he could have easily killed her. Instead he aimed for her limbs, willing her to drop back down the chimney despite orders to kill her on sight.

If she knew of his betrayal, how would she look at him? He knew Vermouth suspected something, she was no idiot. A loyal soldier does not go against orders to kill twice. If his sister knew, he'd probably be dead. She had the Apoptoxin's formula at her disposal. Sometimes he wondered how things would have played out if he'd actually been loyal to Anokata, where would he be then?

The organization was all he'd ever known, born into this life like both their parents had been. Tonic and he were two of the deadliest weapons the boss had, both second only to Vermouth and her mastery over disguise. And now his world was over, most of the Organization was finished; only the boss and a few select factions remained as a legacy of what once was. He would make sure to neutralize Tonic and soon, she was undoubtedly hunting down traitors and any other key players in the fall.