It was a nice august night, it was in L.A. California. The air had a gentle breeze to it, making hair and lose coats sway to the side, but not breezy enough to knock a hat off someone's head. Andrew Sherman, a regular man who had nightshift this day, just woke up and was heading towards a local mcdonalds on his street, it was near tres bien, a french restaurant that was somehow still in business.

Another man, who also worked a night shift, but he was a DJ, the DJ Pwn-thee, of , no one knew his first name. He was a regular at this McDonalds, always came to get a iced frappuccino at 7:00 P.M Never late or early. He was a coffee aficionado, meaning he loved his coffee, just like a prosecution man who was convicted of first degree murder of the woman named Misty Fey, Diego Armando.

walked into the McDonalds and the cashier recognized him. "Do you want your regular sir?" He asked him.

"Yes, thank you Mr. Mac." He replied and pulled out a five from his wallet and gave it to the man known as Big Mac. Mr. Fox waited patiently as they started to make him his coffee.

"Here you are Dj." Mac said. "And $2.50 for you change." he gave him his change and coffee, then hurriedly ran to the restroom. Because he had a plan, to kill the Dj. He had to be uber careful though. Because lawyers was here. They where Phoenix wright, Apollo Justice, Athena Cykes, as well as Maya Fey and her cousin, Pearly fey. He went towards the window, and the door opened, Apollo needed to use the bathroom.

Great, now chords of steel is here, I got to do this perfectly. Wait until he looks away… Perfect. He turned around and saw the trench coat just standing, as usual. He saw apollo's glove free and was happy, I can fram chords too! he went for the glove and carefully took it and switched it inside out and ran back firing a shot at the thought of what he thought to be , but it was a completely different man. It was Andrew. He dropped like a stone and Mac jumped out of the window and hid behind a wall.

The Dj heard the gunshot and ran towards the sound. He found the body and panicked, dropping his coffee onto the body, he reached for his cell looking away and Mac came out, hiding the pistol. "What happened?

"I dunno! I just found him!" The dj replied back. What! Damn… Wait, maybe I could make it look like he was an accomplice. Yea, Got it!

"Do you have a phone? I don't have mine, it broke!" He asked

"Uh" The Dj turned hearing sirens. Big mac jumped back into the window, to see chords of steel looking for his glove.

"Quick call the police! There has been a murder? Are you deaf or something?!" Mac yelled!

"Right away!" He left the bathroom to go to a public telephone. Perfect! Stick the gun in the glove. He forced it into the glove and ran to a vent, opened it to hide it. Presto! He ran back out, and the police sirens became so loud, he had not noticed.