Occurring persons in Part I:

Main: Shinichi / Conan, Agasa, Shiho, Detective Boys, Ran, Sonoko, Saguru Hakuba, Takagi, Mizunashi Rena, Kogoro (Cameo)
Organization:

Gin, Vodka, Vermouth, Chianti, Korn, Bourbon, Irish, Calvados, Pisco, Anokata
FBI:

Shuichi Akai, Jodie Starling, James Black & André Camel (cameo)
Own: Scotch, two suspects, one murder victim
Undefined:

Gosho Hakuba, Toshiro Odagiri, Sera Masumi, Subaru Okiya, Morofushi Takaaki
prolog
Tokyo - Edogawa District

6 years earlier
What time was it Well after midnight, probably. Why didn't he know the exact time? It was not only his duty to be attentive, but also his job. It was the rain. Yes, it had to be the rain that had been pounding heavily against the side window of the black Porsche for hours. The man with the long hair and the old-fashioned cloth cap looked absently at the driver, whose face showed no emotion. He didn't seem to be seized by the melancholy feeling that had overwhelmed himself, Shuichi Akai, all night, no maybe even the last few days. No. Special Agent Shuichi Akai. It was ironic considering that he was rarely addressed by that title now. When was the last time? In New York, just before he boarded the plane that was supposed to take him to Tokyo? No, it had been the liaison agent in Shinjuku who had provided him with the equipment he would need. Finally the FBI agent brought himself to look at the display of his cell phone. It was 3 o'clock in the morning and tiredness was spreading inside him. The driver, a huge, black-clad man with long, silver-blonde hair, continued to stare at the road. Shuichi Akai hoped that he would never use this title to address him either. Because if it did, everything he'd worked on in the past few months had been in vain. His involuntary hospitalization, the people he had put in danger and the dangerous game he had started. He and the person next to him had known each other for four months now, but she would not hesitate to shoot the FBI agent if he should say anything suspicious or do anything. But that wasn't the case yet. For now, Shuichi Akai was someone else to this man. Namely Moroboshi Dai. The FBI agent didn't know who came up with the name and legend for him, probably some anonymous analyst in his Manhattan office. He was a petty criminal, someone who would do anything for money. But someone who was loyal to his accomplices. Four years ago, one of his comrades-in-arms was shot by a security guard in a robbery. Dai also drew his weapon, a Japanese tonfa, with which he killed the guard and dragged his accomplice into the car to save him. From then on, he was considered extremely ruthless and terrifying.But none of that had happened. Except, of course, in the file that the man behind the long-haired guy must have looked at. It was precisely these who had deemed the FBI agent trustworthy and had let him take part in a game that was a matter of life and death. It was a deep black game into which no spark of white light could penetrate. Only a red shimmer could gradually push back the darkness from within.

"Rye"

The FBI agent startled out of his thoughts, he hadn't expected to be suddenly spoken to. It was a strange feeling, "Rye".

Not Dai, not Special Agent Akai, not even an encouraged 'Shu' as his colleague and closest confidante at the FBI liked to call him. But what surprised him about it? Shuichi had by far had worse, just too strange aliases. Rye was the name of a Canadian whiskey made mainly from rye.

"You want to ask me something, don't you?"

Shuichi narrowed his eyes, his perfect facial expression, which he had to display for his job, seemed to have been given a short kink. He covered it up with a fake smile and a hearty yawn. He knew that he could hardly impress the driver with it, but uncertainty was the last thing he wanted to stir up in him. The FBI agent knew men like him, men who longed for security and were therefore skeptical of any possible threat. So was gin.

He was the agent 'Rye' had been assigned to. And it turned out to be a lucky coincidence. Gin was a high-ranking agent, Shuichi always wondered if it was because of his emphasis on wanting to move up the hierarchy quickly. Or was it a coincidence? It could hardly have been because Gin liked him, such naive thoughts were alien to him. But no matter from which direction you looked at it, the enemy agent was your best chance to complete his assignment quickly.

In the past few months, when he was covertly investigating the circles of this Japanese organization, Shuichi had managed to find out even one detail about himself or his connection to other agents. Yes, the FBI agent didn't even know his real name. In addition, he was dissatisfied with all of his progress. He only knew a handful of other members of this organization, but all of them were of low rank. The tall animals at the top were cautious, an attitude that gin didn't exactly ease. But today it would be different, Shuichi knew that. Today we would finally see results.

"I know you don't like it when I keep asking about the details of our missions ..." he began, but Gin choked him off.

"Still, it doesn't stop you from stopping your habit," he said cynically.

Shuichi cleared his throat, but Gin continued."We'll be right at the port, then you will find out everything you need to know about our mission today."

This took a deep breath and adjusted to it. What would his task be to gain the trust of Gin and his backers? Did he have to get rid of someone? It would be hard to tell his FBI colleagues everything they needed to come up with a plan.

"Just the two of us?", Shuichi wanted to know and continued to look straight.

Gin barely noticeably shook his head.

"No, it will be a three-man job. You keep asking about other members of the organization, today your wish will be granted," he replied.

The FBI agent swallowed, wondering if Gin suspected anything. Was this mission a test today? Maybe?

The black Porsche stopped near a jetty, Shuichi heard the water slam against the stone barricades. Gin locked his car and looked at it again. He loved this Porsche, Shuichi had noticed that on the first day. Was it the only one? What else did gin love? To use violence? To kill? Or was there someone else he might feel for? The FBI agent found it hard to imagine.

Gin had gone a few steps ahead and Shuichi followed at a safe distance.

Then he winced when suddenly another person emerged from the shadows. How was that possible? Shuichi hadn't seen her before, it was as if she had materialized right in front of him. Had the figure had a gun in hand and pulled the trigger, it would have been the agent's last night. So who was she?

"Gin.", Whispered a male voice.

Shuichi Akai tried to see the man's face, but it was impossible. He was right in front of him, but not a single feature wanted to penetrate its secure disguise. He wore a black hat and coat similar to Gin's. In addition, wide sunglasses and a scarf that not only covered his mouth but even his nose. Plus gloves and heavy boots. His gaze fell on the FBI agent, he studied him carefully.

"The new one?" He asked and the scarf lowered his voice enormously.

Gin nodded and let his gaze wander. Apparently he was looking for unwelcome witnesses, but there was no one. You were alone. Shuichi, gin, and the heavily hooded man.

"Bourbon."

This remark was addressed to Shuichi, but at first he couldn't do anything with it. Then he realized that it was a performance and he also mentioned the name that the organization had given him.

"Bourbon is something like our strategist, he drew up the plan for our project today," explained Gin.

Shuichi just nodded and waited to see what his part would be. Bourbon had meanwhile reached out his hand to catch some of the last raindrops after the thunderstorm seemed to finally come to an end."Akai." The agent escaped.

Shuichi winced, but then he realized that it wasn't his name that Bourbon had mentioned.

"Ame ... Akai ... Yes, the last drops today will be bloody red for our target."
Part 1

Black code
A rental apartment in Haido

6 years later
The water tumbled down. But the feeling was different. It was warmer, more pleasant. It was nice, just relieving. It was something she needed, she knew it. The day had been exhausting, the routine she had to keep, the constant pretense, the loneliness. Eisuke.

Why now? Why was she thinking of her brother now of all times? He was fine, he was back in America, with his uncle and aunt. She knew Because she was not doing well, and Eisuke had to be terribly worried too. She remembered his email, which she had deleted shortly after reading it, since no one else should see it. She learned of his suffering, his worries, but also of his goal.

Rena had clenched her fist against the notebook's keyboard.

CIA.

She couldn't believe what she was reading. It was laughable, just too implausible. Eisuke a CIA agent? What exactly was wrong with him? No, what was wrong with this family, and especially with her? Then she realized it. Eisuke had always lived in a completely different world. Without fear, without death, without loss.

The memories of her father's death penetrated her. She didn't understand what was going on. Ethan Hondou had his gun pointed at himself and pulled the trigger. Rena had to watch how the bullet pierced her father's body and killed him. He did it for her. His daughter. And for the mission. Rena had always found this ridiculous, what did she have to do with it? Why was she responsible for the fate of another country, for that of other human lives? She rejected this task every second of her life, but failed. Her father would have died in vain and all the suffering would have made no sense.

She turned off the shower tap and grabbed a towel with which she wrapped her body. With her hair still wet, she