[To those who were anywhere near the lobby of the Mansion roughly a month and a half ago, the loud and echoing sound of gunshots and yelling in the hallways may be... worryingly familiar.

On the upside, there are no cracking or shattering noises accompanying them. There's the occasional clack and clatter of a reload or a weapon swap, apparently amplified by the acoustics of the place, and there's the sound of heavy breathing between shouts, but it seems like the damage is currently being confined to whatever room it's originating from.

Those brave enough to track the gunshots to their source will find themselves at a plain, mostly-closed door, located a fair distance down the third floor hallway. By this point the gunfire is loud enough to imply that any innocent bystanders are risking bullets whizzing past their heads, and the voices of a Shinichi and a Kaito arguing are clearly discernible]

"Would you stop using the grenades?!"

"You're just mad because they're working!"

[Push the door open, and what you'll see is actually not a firestorm in progress, but rather two tomb raiders, parked in front of two televisions with Wiimotes in hand, playing a rather spirited mission runthrough of Quantum of Solace -- or something that looks very much like it. The sound system in the room has been turned up to eleven, which explains the vividness of the gunshot echo (though why the boys aren't deaf is anyone's guess), and it looks like Kaito is winning]

"Because you're using a cheat to get them! If you were using a normal account you would have run out of them ten minutes ago!!"

"What, were you counting?"

"Yes, actually."

"Well, hey, you know what they say: all's fair in love and war, Kud--" [there is the particularly sharp retort of a gun] "--hey!!"

"Sorry, what was that you were saying?"

"You sonuvva..."

[Or, well, it looked like he was winning]

The worst thing about having a broken leg, Conan decided, was that it was impossible to open some doors in the mansion. He wanted to go outside and naturally, the handles on the massive lobby doors were just out of his reach.

This particular Shinichi prides himself on stealth. Discreet appearances and exits, undetectable surveillance, shadowing -- there is little about stalking he doesn't know (note: this isn't necessarily a good thing). There's just one thing.

He's not Shinichi any more.

The lack of height is in many ways a plus. Who is going to suspect a seven-year-old of following them? That's if he can avoid truant officers of course. The rest of it, however--

It needs work. And that is precisely what Conan is doing.

It's night. You might be in the library when you hear a strange noise. Have the feeling you're being watched in the kitchen. See something shift just on the edge of your vision as you make your way down the corridors to bed.

Whatever you're doing, you're not alone.

This particular Shinichi prides himself on stealth. Discreet appearances and exits, undetectable surveillance, shadowing -- there is little about stalking he doesn't know (note: this isn't necessarily a good thing). There's just one thing.

He's not Shinichi any more.

The lack of height is in many ways a plus. Who is going to suspect a seven-year-old of following them? That's if he can avoid truant officers of course. The rest of it, however--

It needs work. And that is precisely what Conan is doing.

It's night. You might be in the library when you hear a strange noise. Have the feeling you're being watched in the kitchen. See something shift just on the edge of your vision as you make your way down the corridors to bed.

Whatever you're doing, you're not alone.