(of course do not own detective Conan. This story was in the spur of the moment so do not know if I wish to continue so feed back would be nice)

Hello.

I would have asked you "How you are on this fine day' but I would be left with the possibility of say this at night due to the limited access I have to information such as time. I am often told it is irrelevant and I have no need to have my own clock because it isn't as if I plan my day. Such task is for the researcher s and they are the one who could help me reach my full potential. yeah right.

In the future I plan for my name to be Conan Edogawa.

I hate the name which was given to me by them; 'Martini'. It's sounds so delicate and euphony. Most importantly it sounds feminine. Therefore, when I was first informed of this news I asked them how did they even choose this name? They simply reply ' Because it's made with Gin and Vermouth'. I, not satisfied with that answer, responded with 'how is that possible if Gin and Vermouth are names of people? 'Since I knew by the sound of the word you could not spell martin with the letters of Gin and Vermouth or with the character of the name. The adults only laugh at me saying that's so cute or how adorable (to my annoyance). Realizing that Gin and Vermouth are not just names but is actually an item I ask them 'what is Gin and Vermouth' and they would always reply with 'you will understand when you get older' Please, I can recite the periodic table with their atomic mass in my head, I'm pretty sure that I can understand what Gin and Vermouth are. They tell me when I get older hopefully the boss will change my name to a strong bitter drink. I don't want to be called a strong bitter drink.

There is one other person that doesn't call me Martini and that is my art of disguise teacher Vermouth. Whom is also my mentor. She calls me 'Silver bullet'. When other members ask her why (I have yet to ask her directly) she simply replies with 'he will be the silver bullet to take down the FBI'. I wish I could get information on who or what the FBI is. I would be glad with the knowledge of what FBI stands for but they only tell me what they think is useful: weapon knowledge, hacking, anatomy, history, government, language, sciences, psychology, math, the art of disguise, and martial arts.

They tell me my purpose has always been to serve them. They believe that I have repressed all my earlier memories. While this may be true to some extent, I still am able to recall some of my early years thanks to my exceptional memory. I know that they are not my original or my true family. But I am afraid to rebel against them. My childhood, as the textbook calls it, was taken from me the moment they step into my life. I have seen horrible things. I have seen how they brainwash new members and throw them like used dirty rags. People are drawn to the power, control, wealth, and knowledge they have. I've seen through their fabricated act, in the end it is not worth it, for in the process you lose yourself, and sometimes the traits that make us human.

The only thing that I know for certainly from my past is that my true name is Shinichi. Sadly, or maybe not, I can no longer remember my last name. Maybe I have repressed some of my memories. I can dimly remember I was called a genius, a prodigy, and was asked to do a mathematical problem in front of a large audience. My parents were standing proud next to me, showing off to the world my brilliance. I wish they hadn't.

I was four at the time. That was truly the day that everything changed. It happen with a simple act of courtesy. I decided to walked away from my parents after I saw a women drop something from the floor and decided to give it back to her. When I turned around my parents were no longer in my view and panic filled me. A man in black came to me and said 'If you wish not to be in a lot of pain and cry then you better come with me quietly.' As I look back to that day I was glad I walk with them because now I understand what those black shiny long sticks pointed to the innocent police were when we walk out of the door. Accuracy International AS50 Sniper Rifle. Range of 1500m and produces rounds every 1.6 seconds and is considered as one of the most dangerous gun in the world. (According to my weapon knowledge teacher. Gin snorts at this fact. After we walked out the door they quickly put me to sleep when I enter the car. Since then I have been called Martini.

Here in this place I have meet only one child that is also consider a genius to the syndicate. A genius in math and chemistry. The organization calls her Sherry. She told me her real name is Shiho but never to call her that outside of the safety of her private secured room. She is a year older than me but she was born into the organization unlike her sister that is hiding out in the real world. She had her parents with her in this organization.

Notice how I said 'had?' Yeah... her parents were killed a couple of months ago. We both figure that there was no 'chemical accident' and that the organization killed them. No idea why but since when has anybody ever had a clear understanding on how the syndicate runs? Anyways in an act of rebellion and respect towards Haibara I changed my name to Conan Edogawa (after hacking into online reading sites and finding out I love these author writings) and she changed hers to Haibara Ai to create a sense that we are not property of the syndicate. We use our new names in private hoping to one day escape the organization with theses names knowing that if we decide to call ourselves Shinichi and her Shiho then they will come after us again. How I wish for that day to arrive when we have a chance to escape.