A/N - This is a rather short chapter but hopefully it fulfils its purpose. Enjoy ^_^

Chapter 10: Evil

Manfred sat at the head of the table, his rightful place, as the other people filed in and sat down talking amongst themselves. His lip twitched with irritation. This was not a social event.

"SILENCE!"

His voice echoed around the room bringing everyone to silence. He gazed at the men sitting before him. Vile and dissolute creatures but none the less useful. Though he hated to tar himself with the same brush as these criminals, he had a job that needed doing, and for that, they were perfect.

"Mere hours ago you were all death row inmates. Counting down the days till your end. I have released you from that."

A murmur went around the group. Who was this guy? What was he going on about?

"I am not a generous man. But I have a proposition to make to all of you."

Manfred stood up, straightening his cravat and clutching his cane. He walked around the table.

"I have some, acquaintances that I need taking care of. They are causing me, problems."

"Why can't you do it old man?"

One of the men spoke up. Manfred lip twitched.

"That is of no concern to you. However, I am willing to pay handsomely for your services. Who ever, removes my problems and brings their bodies to me, shall receive $50,000 per body."

Another murmur went around the group.

"How many people do you need whacked?"

It took Manfred every ounce of his self control to steady his anger.

"3. I am sure you are all familiar with they're names. Detective Dick Gumshoe. Attorney Phoenix Wright and Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth."

He stopped walking.

"There is however the opportunity for more than just money. I am of course talking about revenge. Revenge against the person who put you all 'behind bars'."

This caused an uproar.

"I am of course talking about Franziska Von Karma."

The sound of her name sparked off a vengeful atmosphere within the room.

"That bitch will pay!"

"We'll make her pay!"

"I'll fucking kill her!"

Manfred smirked as the men shouted out abuse about her. It was at this moment he knew they would be like putty in his hands. He cleared his throat and the room went silent.

"In the early hours of yesterday morning, I planted 2 bombs in the car park underneath the prosecutors office. An hour ago those bombs exploded."

Whoops and cheers came from the men.

"Ms. Von Karma was caught in that blast and under guise of being paramedics 2 of my men are picking her up as we speak."

He returned to the head of the table and sat down taking a glass of brandy from the butler that had entered the room.

"Now know this. Ms. Von Karma's last breath shall be taken by my hand and mine alone. However, those of you that prove yourself loyal to me shall find yourself rewarded."

One of the men stood up.

"If you're the one that gets to kill her, how are we meant to get revenge?"

"Simple. Those of you that remain loyal will be allowed some, 'playtime' with Ms. Von Karma."

An evil grin spread over his face as once again the men cheered. He clicked his fingers and the butler handed out an envelope to each of the men.

"In these envelopes are pictures of your targets as well as invaluable information on each of them. Now go."

Manfred watched as the men left the room. Although he would soon have his daughter in his possession, he had decided since their last meeting, that a quick death would not satiate his thirst for revenge. He wanted her to suffer. To draw out her pain and humiliation. To make her pay for disgracing his name. But to do that he needed to rid himself of those, annoyances. He closed his eyes deep in thought when the butler approached him.

"Sir, Ms. Von Karma has arrived."