The old man tensed as a weight pressed firmly against his head.
"You asked for my help?" His rival asked softly from behind.
The old man kept his head forward, though his hands clenched. "Yes." He grated out. "No tricks."
The weight against his head disappeared. "It must be important, if you're coming to me."
The corner of the old man's eyes twitched. It was important and his rival was the only one who could accomplish the impossible within the time frame needed. "I don't have time for amateurs. And like you've proven countless times before. You are the best."
A chuckle. "That must have been hard to say, old man."
"Don't push it."
"Wasn't gonna." A weight again pressed against him, this time on his shoulder. "Take this."
The old man's hand reached up, feeling a cold hard case.
"I'll be in touch."
The old man turned, nearly dropping the phone that had been given to him, but there was no sign that anyone had stood behind him in the first place. "You better be." He muttered, clenching the phone.
-Inspiration from watching an episode of Detective Conan focused on Kaito Kid
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