Part II:
Going Dark
Chapter Two: Time To Disappear
Phoenix was trying his best to forget. Even though he knew he would be following Edgeworth, well, that didn't make "breaking up" any harder. He knew why he had to undergo his whole act, but, to be frank, it didn't really help. Trucy was an established magician… It wouldn't be too hard for her to act- so why was he so nervous? Not that that wasn't natural for him at all. Well, his nerves hadn't let him down yet.
How he was able to mysteriously get two people and their belongings on board the plane was beyond Edgeworth. Knowing him, it was probably either a really easy solution that anyone could think of- but not execute, or a really over convoluted plan that only a madman like him could figure out. Either way… the man himself admitted that it wasn't guaranteed to succeed - so should he back out now – no - resolve is everything.
Everything was in order. He didn't exactly like this solution- it was too… inelegant. That and it was a tad… cold. He had learned how to ignore his emotions sometimes- but it wasn't really something he wanted to do now. Sometimes emotions are required. His sadness and regret about what he was doing would make things easier. Much easier. The young prosecutor smiled to himself. When all was said and done, this would be very… enjoyable.
"Goodbye, Wright." Edgeworth stoically walked away from the ex-attorney. Said ex-attorney keeled over, crying. But not because of Edgeworth. No, it was because a small, red dart had hit him in the stomach.
"Are you all right, Daddy?" Trucy was really concerned for her `father`. Was he in pain? Wright slowly removed the dart from his posterior. It was coated in a light florescent green. Just as he noticed this, the pain stopped. The dart also had a piece of paper on it- `Thought I'd help out. 20 minutes, Arrivals lounge, Terminal 15. Grab a Latte- I highly recommend it; as does Edgeworth. J.H. ` Wright righted himself, stemming his tears.
"I'm all right, thanks Trucy… Do you want a drink?" He gave the young girl a pleading look. She nodded enthusiastically. "It's just that Edgeworth told me that a friend of his took him to a coffee place here once." She seemingly understood. "It's in arrivals apparently…" And with that, he led Trucy off.
"Is it that one, do you think…? Trucy?" It wasn't like there were other coffee shops around, but… better safe than sorry comes to mind. The young girl nodded, timidly. The duo walked in nervously, apprehensively. Wright ordered a Latte, partly because of the note, and he wasn't as much of a coffee nut as Godot. Trucy ordered the classic hot drink for children- the Hot Chocolate. They sat down at a table in the corner, and slowly sipped at their drinks, looking around apprehensively. Just as Wright was about to consider thinking about of this Holmes guy was messing him around, an eccentric man, with a yellow cap ran up towards the table.
"Are you Phoenix Wright?!" The ex-attorney exhaled. He did not want to be dealing with an angry fan right now. And thus, he shook his head. But then, Trucy started tapping him- and gestured to the man's cap. A Pegasus was embroidered upon it. "I know you didn't forge that evidence!"
"Thanks for your belief. But I'm afraid there is no evidence to say I didn't forge it."
"Come on! Of course there is! Come on, I'll show you!" The man started towards the back door to the coffee shop. "This way!" Trucy pulled her father towards the door.
"Put these on." After hearing these words, Wright found himself covered with some- rather tatty clothes. "Toilets are there." The moment the door shut behind them, the man instantly confirmed himself as one Joshua Holmes, and went down to his escape plan. Phoenix was about to complain about the clothes, but Joshua was fast retreating away and grabbing a uniform. He instead decided to look at Trucy. She just shrugged her shoulders. After shrugging his back, they both ran to get changed.
"I must admit- this jumper covers my spikes fairly well." He was now wearing a white hooded jumper, which covered his spikes, and some red cords- which, the point imaginably would be, he would never be seen dead in. Well, there was always the possibility. One which he hoped wouldn't arise.
"You look rather cool in that I must say." Wright jumped at the voice- Behind him stood a black dressed customs officer, proper authentication and all. Being a prosecutor anywhere had its advantages, it seemed.
"Are you sure about this?" The young man nodded. That was the only confirmation Wright needed. There were no jingling, clanking- and no psyche locks.
Joshua led the pair out. However, they came out through a bookshop, as opposed to the coffee shop again. He started mumbling in a fairly low voice. It almost sounded… alien. It sounded unmitigated, no nonsense. He could see why some people were scared as he walked past. He was quite… imposing. He slowly, but purposely led him to the customs office. Even though it was a smart way of getting him airside, it wasn't the best feeling in the world to feel like a fugitive. Nonetheless, he kept his head down. People would still see his face rather well. Naturally, that plan was getting close to its end. The door was only meters away. "In there." He heard the full brunt of the imitated voice now. It was strangely familiar enough to vaguely connect it to its owner, but sounded like someone from another side of the world.
On the other side of the door, were three long boxes. They looked a tad like suitcases- but they were far too long to be practical. He spun around. Joshua was leaning against the door, hat removed, looking forlorn. "Is there anything wrong?" The young man- although boy wouldn't be far off… nodded. He straightened himself, and walked towards Wright. He was only a few decimetres away.
"Sorry Wright. Its time." Wright looked confused, not sure about what he meant. Slowly, the prosecutor's expression twisted into a strange, sadistic smirk. "Time to disappear." Pain ripped through Wrights left arm, and he almost keeled over. Joshua removed his arm from Wright's arm, injection gun in hand. Before Wright had any chance to react, he moved, and stuck Trucy with the one concealed in his left hand- not quite as rough a jab, but still enough to drive the needle in. Before he had chance to run and comfort her though, he fell down to the floor. As his eyes drooped closed, he heard a single sentence whispered into his ear, partitioned into single words.
"See. You. Later." He drifted, floated, sank…
And then nothing.
Joshua, standing over the two, perfectly fine humans- it would be slightly unfair to call them bodies- still smiling manically. He realised his sense of humour could use a little, if not a lot of work. Nothing would come of it. The drug was very safe- there were no side effects- it was actually starting medical use. So, why did he still feel – sort of bad. Then again, it reassured him- proof that he was human. Well, partly. Slowly, carefully, he lifted the bodies- and placed them into those long boxes. He stared at the third one. Maybe he should have brought three anaesthetic capsules. This would be a very long flight.
