A/N: Hey guys! So I've had this planned for a while, even outlined for a while. But I've been so busy with other fanfiction "series" on my account that I've kind of neglected this one! Well, no more!
Another AMAZING thing I just realized, I've reached thirty completed stories. YAY!
Finally, yes, I'm still working on Turnabout Connection with Wolfiered23, but I've decided to work on this when our writing times don't match up. I could work on Turnabout Hearts – Distance, the story that comes after Turnabout Connection, but I don't want to cause confusion.
Finally, I don't know how visiting people in jail works, especially as a Prosecutor, so I'm just flying by the seat of my pants for this chapter.
Yes. This is set eight years after Dual Destinies.
Well, that's it. ONWARD!
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Chapter One: Murder
It was late, well past visiting hours in the jail. The desk sergeant, Officer Dee Sek, leaned back in his chair, studying the crossword puzzle in today's newspaper.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over him, blocking his light. Sek quickly looked up, spotting a man who he hadn't seen in person for eight years.
"P-Prosecutor Blackquill!?" he squeaked, sitting up straight. The tall, Twisted Samurai glared down at him from the corner of his eye.
"Sek. Long time, no see," he said with a smirk. He then crossed his arms. "I'm here to speak to the Phantom."
"Th-this late, sir?" the officer asked. Blackquill's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Sek's eyes darted to the man's wrists. Despite knowing that he was innocent, Blackquill had been one of the more… scary inmates at the prison. Every other time Sek had run into him, he had been wearing handcuffs.
Not this time, of course.
"R-right. I'll just…" Sek trailed off as he pressed a few buttons on his phone. Another officer appeared at the door next to the desk and waved Blackquill forward. The prosecutor nodded slightly to Sek and followed after the second officer.
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Blackquill was lead into an interrogation room. The Phantom, wearing the mask of Bobby Fulbright, sat at the table, his hands handcuffed to the surface. Blackquill waved the officer away and sat across from the criminal spy.
"Haven't you questioned me enough, Blackquill?" the Phantom asked.
"Not quite," Blackquill said, pulling a file out and placing it onto the table in front of him, opening it up. He flipped to the page he needed and leaned forward.
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The questioning took close to two hours. Both men had strong enough wills though, meaning neither broke or gave up. Finally, Blackquill glanced at his watch before finally standing, closing the file.
"That's enough," he said. He stepped around the table, clasping the shoulder of the Phantom as he walked past him, and rapped his knuckles against the locked door. As the officer on the other side opened the door, he glanced back at the Phantom.
"Sleep tight," he said, sweeping out of the room.
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Ring-ring. Ring-ring. Click.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mr. Wright."
"Oh, hey Apollo. Everything okay? It's kind of late…"
"Uh, yeah. I've uh… been putting this off, heh. Sorry. You don't have a case lined up for me tomorrow, do you?"
"Not at all. Everything okay?"
"Yeah. I just… well, tomorrow is… it's December 15th…"
"I know. You're not going by yourself this year, or you?"
"No. Ema's coming too. She got off of work and everything."
"That's good. We'll hold down the fort here tomorrow. Don't worry."
"I'll try not to, haha."
"Have a good night, Apollo."
"You too, Mr. Wright."
Click.
The man sat back, lowering his headphones from his ears and watched the monitor as their target plugged in his cell, closed his laptop, then stood from his desk, moving out of the camera's line of vision.
"Perfect. We'll make our move tomorrow," he said, turning to the man who sat next to him in the small, enclosed space they occupied.
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In the wee hours of the morning, while it was still dark out, the Phantom lurched from his bed. He stumbled towards the bars of his cell, only for his knees to buckle.
His heart stopped even before he hit the ground.
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A/N: Dun dun DUUUUUUN!