[Dictated]

[deductiongeek]

 Wow, I guess I had some really strange dreams while everyone was asleep.  It's interesting what kinds of things the mind comes up with, isn't it?

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[deductiongeek]

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.]

[workaphilic]

[He's quiet for a fraction longer than necessary, his eyes searching.

Then he smiles, abruptly.]

Quite all right. Can't expect all our nemeses to be clever.

[Yeah, he did just accept that apology.]

[deductiongeek]

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.]