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The next morning, Diana opened the door to the office. She was still in shock from last night’s events. “Morning Micha-whoa.” The entire staff sat inside the office, looking at her as she walked in. “Awkward. Morning, guys!”
“Hey Diana,” Michael said. He was sitting at his desk, examining the case file. The other guys offered their own greetings. Diana grinned at the rest of the guys before her gaze stopped on Paul. She sidestepped over to the desk.
“Hey, Michael, who is that?” she murmured nervously. It came out louder than she had intended it to, and she clapped her hand over her mouth.
“Diana, it’s me, Paul.” Paul was getting tired of saying who he was over and over.
Her eyes grew wide and she stared at him. “Really? Oh, I’m sorry! You really don’t look like yourself without your beard!” Paul waved a hand. He was used to it by now. “Okay, but seriously guys, last night, something really crazy happened.”
“Yeah, we got this crazy note,” Nathaniel said, pulling the note out of his pocket. It was now a little crumpled. Diana took it and read it slowly. She bit her lip as she handed it back.
“Who could be doing this?” she wondered aloud.
“It’s not one of your characters gone rogue?” Matt asked curiously.
“Well, I don’t think so. If it was… let’s just say something a little more… direct would’ve happened by now.” Diana turned away with a content smile while the staff exchanged nervous looks.
“So wait, what happened to you last night?” Christian asked. Diana turned back around, eyes glowing. She briefly filled them in on everything that had happened at Madeline’s apartment.
“So let me get this straight,” Meteo said, frowning. “You wrote something down… and then it happened.”
“Yes,” Diana replied. “Nathaniel, can I see that note again?” Nathaniel handed it to her and she scanned it again.
“So you could just write us home right now?” Meteo asked hopefully.
“I wish,” Diana replied, tapping a sentence in the note with her finger. “Apparently, we all have to be together for it to work.” She frowned. “And that’s not likely unless…” She trailed off and glanced at Michael. “We lose the case tomorrow.”
“So, it’s likely, then,” Matt said. Diana and Michael glared at him. “What?” he muttered. “We all know what’ll happen…”
“But we still need to figure out who did this!” Paul said desperately, cutting off an angry response from Diana. “I will not leave this place until this beard-murdering culprit is behind bars!”
Everyone stared at him for a second. “Wow, that was dramatic, Paul,” Christian said, laughing.. Paul glared at him.
“Anyway…” Diana said, trying to regain control of the situation after Paul’s outburst. “Michael and I need to go investigate the crime scene. I guess you guys should stay here or go… wherever you’re staying…”
“We’ll head back to the hotel,” Nathaniel said, standing.
“Yeah, we never finished our game of Steel Samurai vs. Capcom!” Paul said, opening the door and following everyone out.
“They have that?!” Diana called excitedly after him, sticking her head out of the office door. There was no reply. She pouted for a second, then turned back to Michael. “Hey, you ready?” she called.
“Yeah,” he replied, coming up behind her. They exited the office and Michael locked the door. Then they turned toward where they thought the front door was.
“Let’s go investigate a crime scene,” Diana muttered, following Michael down the hallway.
Phoenix and Maya stood in front of the door that led to the apartment across the hallway – the crime scene. “What exactly are we looking for, Nick?” Maya asked quietly.
“I don’t know, exactly,” Phoenix replied. The interview with Jeddy yesterday hadn’t been too revealing, but not because of Jeddy. The poor guy honestly didn’t know what had happened.
“Let’s go then,” Maya said happily, opening the door and pushing her way inside. The room was surprisingly dark and empty. Only one person was inside, a very familiar person. “Hey Detective Gumshoe!” Maya greeted him, smiling.
“Hey, pal,” Gumshoe said, turning around to look at the two of them. “Here to investigate?” Phoenix nodded, closing the door behind him. “Well, you know I won’t stop you, pal.”
“Thanks, Detective.” As Phoenix and Maya began to look around, the door opened again. Phoenix looked over to see an unfamiliar man and woman enter. “Who’re they?” he muttered to Detective Gumshoe.
“All I know is what Mr. Edgeworth told me,” the detective replied, shrugging. “The guy is a new prosecutor, name’s Michael Gray. The woman is his aide, Diana Gray. They’ll be prosecuting the case.”
“I thought Edgeworth was prosecuting,” Phoenix said in confusion, frowning.
“Yeah, we all thought that, pal,” Gumshoe responded, scratching his head. “I didn’t even hear about the change until I got here this morning. But Prosecutor Edgeworth’s been so loaded down lately, it’s not surprising he handed the case to someone less experienced. It seems pretty straightforward.”
“I can’t agree on principle, Detective,” Phoenix said, raising an eyebrow. Maya poked him from behind.
“Nick, they’re looking at us,” she whispered, gesturing to the pair by the door. They were whispering together. The woman looked shocked, eyes wide, while the man just looked speechless. “Do they know us?”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Diana muttered to Michael upon seeing the famous blue-suited attorney. “I mean, I kind of expected it, but really?”
“I know,” Michael replied. “But hey, at least this means Jeddy’s got a really good chance now.”
Diana forced a smile. “You’re right, of course. Now let’s get going.”
“Wait,” Michael said, stopping her in her tracks. “Maybe we should introduce ourselves.”
“To him?” Diana was ashamed that her voice came out a little high-pitched.
“Yeah,” Michael said. Even he sounded a little bit nervous. He abruptly started walking toward the other end of the room where Phoenix stood talking to Detective Gumshoe. Diana blinked and quickly walked behind him. “You’re Phoenix Wright?” Michael asked, trying to remain calm. Behind him, he could hear Diana hyperventilating quietly. He poked her and she cleared her throat, trying to recover some composure.
“Yeah…” Phoenix replied, looking at the pair curiously. He was obviously a little confused about why they were talking to him.
“I’m Michael Gray… prosecutor.” The word still felt a little strange coming out of his mouth. “And this is-”
“Diana Gray, legal aide,” Diana interrupted, extending a hand. Phoenix shook both hers and Michael’s in turn. He still looked a bit confused.
“Well, I’m Phoenix Wright, attorney, but I guess you know that already. That’s my assistant, Maya Fey.” Maya looked up at the sound of her name and grinned.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Michael continued. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Diana let out a cough which sounded suspiciously like ‘No kidding.’ “I look forward to facing you in court,” he continued as if nothing had happened.
“Likewise,” Phoenix replied. Michael and Diana walked away, toward the door. “I don’t know about those two,” Phoenix muttered to Maya.
“I know,” Maya agreed. “I’m getting this weird feeling about them.”
“Maya, you’re a spirit medium, not a psychic.”
“I know, but still…” Maya brought a finger to her chin, thinking hard. “I feel like they know more than they’re telling.”
The room fell into silence as the two groups began to investigate. Occasionally one person would go over and ask the detective a question, then the room lapsed back into silence. The last question was asked by Phoenix. “What happened to the ladder? It was outside the door?”
“It’s been taken to forensics, I s’pose,” said Gumshoe, scratching his head. After that, there was quiet for about fifteen minutes. Diana broke the silence.
“Hey, hey Michael,” she called, backing out from behind a couch, something clutched in her hand. “You might want to see this.”
Michael made his way over to her. “What is it?” he asked, kneeling down next to her. She opened her palm to reveal a pen.
“Found this back there.” She gestured back to the couch. He noticed she’d picked it up with an evidence bag.
“Good thinking,” he said, pointing to the bag. She nodded, grinning, and handing it to him. He rolled it over inside the bag. “RK,” he muttered.
“Uh, what?” Diana said, looking at him like he was crazy.
“On the pen,” he replied, pointing. Diana squinted, looking closer. The letters Michael had just read were engraved in script letters on the gold surface.
“RK…” she repeated quietly, thinking.
“Any of your OCs?” Michael asked hopefully. That would make things so much easier.
Diana frowned. “Nope, none of my characters have the initials RK…” she replied slowly. “Hey, do you… think we should show them this?” She nodded toward the attorney and his assistant, who were frantically whispering in the other corner.
“We probably should. We want to give them every advantage, but we just can’t let anyone else know it.”
Diana took the pen from him. “Then let me do it,” she whispered. “If anyone finds out about this, it’ll be on my shoulders, not yours.”
“Alright,” Michael said, raising an eyebrow. She wrapped the pen in the bag and stood.
“Be right back.” She walked over to Phoenix and Maya and hesitantly tapped the man on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” she said quietly. The defense attorney turned around.
“Miss Gray?” he said, apparently a little confused. She shoved the pen into his hands.
“Take this,” she muttered. The attorney and the spirit medium looked at the pen, safely enclosed in plastic, then back at Diana.
“You’re giving us this?” Phoenix said, raising an eyebrow.
“We’re not the kind of prosecutors you think we are, Mr. Wright,” she said, half-smiling. “We look for the truth, not a personal victory.”
They both continued staring at her for a second, then Maya spoke. “Thank you!” she said, clapping her hands together and giving Diana a slight bow. Diana nodded, then returned to Michael.
“Done,” she said. “What else can we do?”
“I guess we should go back to the office and start planning our case,” he replied. Diana nodded. “It’s going to be tough. We need to make it easy for them to win, but we also have to look like we know what we’re doing…”
“Hey pal, when do you want me to stop by your office?” Detective Gumshoe called from across the room. The pair looked at him.
“Uh, what?” Michael said in confusion.
“You know, pal. To go over case details, and my testimony for tomorrow morning and stuff like that.”
“Oh, um, whenever,” Michael mumbled. Diana nodded.
“Okay, pal, I’ll see you two later then,” Gumshoe replied, giving them a bit of a strange look.
“Let’s go,” Diana said. The two left the crime scene, leaving the three remaining people staring after them.
“Something’s not quite right about them…” Phoenix muttered.
“Oh, so when you say it, it’s okay?” Maya said indignantly.
“Let’s just keep looking,” Phoenix said, rolling his eyes.
Madeline slipped into the office she shared with her boss. He was out at a meeting for another case, so she’d come back to the office and do some work and think about last night. There was something off about Diana Gray. She frowned and tapped her desk with a pen. She just couldn’t put her finger on it.
The door creaked open. “Miles? Miles, is that you?” she called, not turning around. There was silence. She tilted her head in confusion, turning around. “Oh, it’s you,” she said, blinking in surprise. “Can I help you with something?”
The person drew closer, holding out a piece of cloth. Madeline could smell something sweet coming from it. “Wh-what are you doing?” she said nervously, backing up in her chair until it hit her desk. But by then it was too late. One hand grabbed the back of her head, the other held the cloth over her nose and mouth. She tried to scream, flailing and kicking against the strong hands that held her in her chair. But eventually, her movement ceased and her vision gradually faded into black. The last thing she saw was the person looming over her, and saying something.
“Neither you nor your boss will interfere with my plans. You are my incentive.”
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