Part II:

Going Dark

Chapter Three: In Flight

He woke up with a bit of a start. Well, that he wasn't expecting. So… that psychopath didn't kill him? Which would mean, by extension, that Trucy was alive?! He breathed a sigh of relief. He was laden with enough anyway, and he didn't want "adoptive daughter dead within a month" added to the list. Not that he'd have troubles. Not whilst dead.

However, putting those things aside temporarily, where was he? He felt like he was in a fairly enclosed space- in fact, he practically couldn't move- and it was completely black. No vision whatsoever. He actually started to roll around and shake. All this resulted in doing was reversing the gravity to have him lying on his front. He settled. He then heard… a voice.

"… Well, looks like your father's awake." He then heard another voice join him in laughing quietly. All of a sudden, he was flipped back right ways. Wright already had a plan. If that voice belonged to who he thought it did…

"Morning Phoenix. Good sleep?" Joshua's face, dimply lit by the torch he was holding actually looked lightly concerned. None the less, Wright punched him; in the nose.

It was at this point he noticed the other voice was Trucy. "Daddy!" She held her hand over her mouth. This didn't deter Wright either, If only because:

"I probably deserve worse than that." Phoenix immediately obliged Joshua's wish, and punched him in the ribs, then the left jaw. He wasn't one to be violent, but the prosecutor effectively welcomed it, not throwing a single punch back- and if someone played a trick that bad on you, you would probably act similarly.

He relented however. And Joshua simply started laughing again.

"Damn me and my stupid mouth!" He exhaled between chuckles. He was rolling around. Wright finally took the opportunity to observe his surroundings- layers upon layers of perfectly arranged suitcases. He was in the storage, just as that psychopathic prosecutor said. Trucy was sitting on one- crying?

"Trucy, are you all right?" She looked up at him reluctantly.

"Why did you hit him, Daddy?" She looked so hurt at Joshua's pain, trying to understand.

Wright was almost at a loss for words. "I thought… he had killed you Trucy…" She brightened up visibly at this comment. "It certainly hurt my arm…" An arm, now that he looked at it, was bleeding.

"Daddy, are you all right?"

"Damnit! I made it bleed out?" Joshua was immediately heading over to Phoenix. Since it was probably little that could be done by the madman here, so…

"Hold still. Perfectly. Still." Wright sat corrected. He had a surgical knife. Since there was not much that he could do to escape, he decided that he may as well give in. Any funny business though…

Slowly, methodically, Joshua cut off the fabric surrounding his arm. "Don't panic, I can buy another jumper." The top of the jumper slowly fell down. "And now for a line down…" And then he rolled the jumper away. Joshua visibly grimaced. "And this is why you hold still when someone has got an injection gun in your arm…" Trucy looked kind of uncomfortable as well. Looking at the wound, he could see why. "Looks like you made me slit a blood vessel. Good thing these cases maintain high pressure." Slowly, Joshua removed a small vial from his pocket- it looked like it was full of the florescent liquid on the dart earlier. Slowly, the prosecutor dipped a finger in, and spread it inside the wound. The bleeding didn't stop, but it was significantly lessened. After spreading more of the liquid on the wound, it immediately closed up.

Joshua turned to Trucy. "Grab that First Aid kit on the wall in the back, please." She ran off.

He then turned back to Wright. "You alright?" His expression was really panicked.

"Not really. Then again, pretending to kill someone generally doesn't yield good results."

"Yeah… sorry 'bout that. Can you forgive me for that?"

"Has Trucy?"

"Mostly- she was very understanding upon I explained my reasoning. And here she comes…"

As if on cue, she ran back, FA kit in hand. Nodding his thanks, he took the box from her and hastily opened the box and flipped it open. He removed a wipe, quickly cleaning away the blood. Then, he pulled out a bandage. Taking care to keep it in the air, he wrapped around Wrights arm.

"Better?" Wright nodded. The young prosecutor's shoulders lazed immediately. A broad, honest grin extended across his face as well. "We actually haven't formally introduced ourselves to one another. Good thing I didn't let you faint. Joshua Holmes, Prosecutor- pleased to make your acquaintance." It was now Phoenix's turn to laugh. He was right- other than that curt introduction he gave upon leaving the café; they hadn't really talked to each other that much.

"I'm Wright. Phoenix Wright. And I'm sorta unemployed. And that's my adoptive daughter, Trucy." The young girl performed a small courtesy.

All of a sudden, the radio on the security belt that Joshua was wearing went off… even though he had taken the time to change into a casual set of jeans and a black hoodie, he had kept the belt. His next sentence answered the question of why.

"Edgeworth? Yes, putting the speaker on…" The radio bleeped.

The voice was distorted, but recognisable. "Wright? Are you there?"

Phoenix breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes… we're here Edgeworth. Although I can't say it was a painless transfer." Joshua bit his lip. Edgeworth simply remained silent for a few seconds, then…

"You said it would be painless, Holmes." Joshua hit the suitcase- no, body case next to him.

"His fault! He moved around, he caused me to scratch his arm. Sorry Wright… Anyway Edgeworth, I take it were moving in?"

"Indeed."

"Ok. I'm out." With that, he turned off the radio. "Time to get back down Wright. I'm not going to sedate you this time." He walked to the third case and lay down in it. "See you at Edgeworth's."

He slammed the case closed. He hoped they would get back… I assume they have that much sense…

And with that, he drifted off to sleep.