I believe they were in a hurry to leave to avoid the police. The area was still crowded with them due to the case on the rollercoaster. At least that was the reason I heard them give for not simply shooting me.
[And was that really the most important thing here?]
My apologies that the only reason I'm still alive isn't interesting enough for you.
[Their records weren't sloppy at all,. But Conan was hardly about to talk about how Haibara had faked the records before she fled from the Organization. That he was putting himself at risk by revealing any of this was bad enough.]
No. Some of them make up for their lack of cleverness by number and scale.
[He'd met enough of the members of the Organization to know that many of the grunts were just that. Brute enforcement with no subtlety at all. But the upper level members? Gin. Vermouth. Bourbon. And the boss? Conan knew very well that each one of them was at his level. He'd barely escaped from some of his encounters with them.
Of all the ones he'd met, he certain that Vermouth was the most dangerous of all. It was only the game she was playing with him and her private agenda that had kept him alive through their meetings.]
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[And was that really the most important thing here?]
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[Sympathy is not his strong suit.]
I assume they figured out eventually that it didn't quite go to plan.
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Suppose I shouldn't be surprised that their records are sloppy, too.
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[Their records weren't sloppy at all,. But Conan was hardly about to talk about how Haibara had faked the records before she fled from the Organization. That he was putting himself at risk by revealing any of this was bad enough.]
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Then he smiles, abruptly.]
Quite all right. Can't expect all our nemeses to be clever.
[Yeah, he did just accept that apology.]
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[He'd met enough of the members of the Organization to know that many of the grunts were just that. Brute enforcement with no subtlety at all. But the upper level members? Gin. Vermouth. Bourbon. And the boss? Conan knew very well that each one of them was at his level. He'd barely escaped from some of his encounters with them.
Of all the ones he'd met, he certain that Vermouth was the most dangerous of all. It was only the game she was playing with him and her private agenda that had kept him alive through their meetings.]