I started this story from Professor Layton's POV, but I've decided to do it from Clive's POV instead. R & R!
The moment I handed that letter to Shipley, I knew my plan was finally in action. Layton would receive the letter, go to the clock shop, and end up here in "Future London". I had several ways to make him think he was in the future. Once he was convinced, I would lead him here.
I had to admit, I did a great job of finding the perfect "Future Luke" outfit. He would be suspicious at first, but I could persuade him.
I would lead them right into the trap Dimitri and I had thought up. We would have Layton and Bill Hawks out of the way.
Bill Hawks. The man who killed my parents. I wanted him dead, but Dimitri wouldn't allow it. Well, Dimitri was going to be surprised. It was his fault, too. He was nothing but a pawn in my master plan.
At just the right time, I would activate my fortress. It was finally assembled. With it, I would get revenge on everyone who had wronged me.
I was going to destroy London.
With Layton and Hawks unable to interfere, it had to work.
No one could stop me, and all Dimitri could do was sit and watch.
Didn't he realize that not all the scientists were working on his time machine? I didn't care about the time machine. I wanted revenge.
Everything in place. All that I had to do now was sit and wait for Layton to fall right into my trap.
Bill Hawks, Dimitri, all of London, was going to pay.
But...why exactly had I summoned Layton? There was nothing he could do if I decided to attack right now.
I had composed the letter to him on a strange hunch, something that told me he had to be there.
That was the only part of my plan I couldn't figure out.
Sorry it was so short! I thought it would be a good idea to spell out Clive's plan and how he was uncertain why he brought Layton into it. The next chapter will start the actual story.