Hiya guys. Hope you had a good bonfire night. 'Cuz I didn't. I had four squeaky children (just to make sure, these are children who I didn't give birth to. I am NOT a mother.) , a box of terrible fireworks and no bonfire to deal with. See if you can top that. Thanks to the reviews and favourites that I have gained, I really appreciate them. Keep 'em coming, tell me what you think of this chapter.

Minnie OUT.

Part 1

Remember, Remember, the fifth of November.

Beep... Beep... Beep...

Gunpowder...

Beeeep...

Treason...

'Quick! Evacuate! Please, where is the Senator?'

And Plot...

'... Nyheh. The idiots. Not an easy one. Give it your best shot...'

'Mmpph! Mwmphfle!'

'Aww, look at that. You know, Mr Springs, If senator noisy noisy, gun is bangy bangy. So be careful.'

I see no reason... Why Gunpowder Treason...

'Ah! HELP, HELP, HE-'

Bang!

... Should ever be forgot.

The office was it's usual, comforting old self. Desks in the centre, sofa on the back wall, mess everywhere else. But it felt different this morning. It felt refreshed, more homely. Trucy ran off to practice her magic tricks. The agency was officially open for business once again!

The early bird was, of course, Athena, who was bright and cheery as usual. She came in, and began to fill out her allocated paperwork, all the while being talkative and helpful.

Ten minutes later, the sound of Apollo's yawn emerged as the door opened and the young attorney walked in, his trademark red jacket and devil horns as sharp as ever. He complained about sleep, as I gave him a 'job'. (i.e. Watering Charley and scrubbing the toilet bowl.)

This was our trademark agency. But the trademark agency would change... five minutes later, when Kay Faraday walked into the room, a mischevious smile on her face.

Athena, aware of the fifth person in the room, paused her pen and turned towards her. Apollo, also sensing another presence, turned to look. Trucy ducked her head over. I cleared my throat.

'Okay everyone, this is Kay Faraday, she is going to work with me temporarily, you don't need to worry about her. Carry on.'

Athena, Apollo and Trucy looked away and continued with whatever they were doing. I kicked myself. I worded that wrong, it came out all weird. Reluctantly, I turned to her and smiled. 'Hi again. This is the agency. That's Athena and Apollo, the other two lawyers here. And that's Trucy, my adopted daughter. Make yourself at home, we'll get a client any minute now.'

Kay smiled and nodded. 'Thanks, 'Nick'. Tell me when you're ready.'

She walked over to the sofa, sat down, and began fiddling with a little gadget, occasionally bringing up bright green glowing screens, or making odd beeping noises. Still, after seeing Widget and the Mood Matrix, this didn't surprise me.

It didn't take long for someone to walk in through the door. She was a tall, slender woman with brown hair and green eyes. She plopped down on the chair opposite my desk and sighed. 'You are, er, Phoenix Wright, no?' she asked. There was a trace of a foreign accent, although I couldn't pinpoint where.

'Yes,' I replied.

'Thank goodness. I wish to request your services.'

Kay seemed to materialize next to me, eager to start her first case here.

'Of course, Ms... err,' I began.

'Springs. Laila Springs.'

I had heard that name before. Somewhere in the papers, or something. Nevertheless, I pressed on. 'Of course, Ms. Springs. What would you like help with?'

'It's my husband.' she said.

Kay knew the next bit. 'And what has he been charged for?'

Laila looked at her, confused. Kay had obviously not said the right thing.

'My husband is not a defendant.'

'Oh,' Kay remarked, dissapointed. 'So what is he?'

'He's been shot,' Laila replied darly.

All chatting in the room stopped, an awkward silence hung in the air, until I broke it.

'Well, that killed the mood.' I said.