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ACE ATTORNEY SCRAPBOOK
Chapter 25: Hitchin' a Ride
Case Tag: 6-6 (Turnabout Time Traveler)
Quote:
Nick:
E-Edgeworth! I figured that car belonged to you.
But when did you become Maya's chauffeur?
Edgeworth:
It's nothing like that. I just happened to run into her en route, and picked her up.
And by "run into her," I mean she jumped out in front of my car. I nearly ran her down.
September 21, 2028, 10:47am
Sprocket Park-Entrance
It shouldn't have been a surprise after knowing him for all these years that trouble had an uncanny ability to find Larry Butz, Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth considered. Yet, here he was, currently en route to the scene of yet another crime that Larry was mixed up in. How the man managed to do this time and again was something that even Edgeworth couldn't comprehend. Actually, strike that; Edgeworth knew exactly how Larry got himself involved in situations like this: a woman. As the old saying, one that originated back to his days in elementary school, goes, when something smells, it's usually the Butz. Truer words couldn't have been spoken.
Cruising along the road, Edgeworth was nearing the entrance to Sprocket Park, the place where the murder had transpired and thus would need to be investigated. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young woman clad in pastel purple and pink, with long black hair flowing down her back. Edgeworth briefly wondered if that was Maya Fey, the dear friend and assistant of his longtime frenemy, Phoenix Wright. He thought she was back in Kurain Village, taking over as the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique and adjusting to life back in the States after her long training session overseas in Khura'in. Mulling over these thoughts, Edgeworth didn't happen to see that the young woman, who was, in fact, Maya, had noticed his easily recognizable sports car flying by and decided to hitch a ride with the frilly prosecutor. And, of course, she asked for a ride in true Maya Fey fashion.
It was a flash of purple and black in front of his car that jerked Edgeworth out of his musings. Slamming on the brakes, nearly pressing the brake pad all the way down through the floor and on to the street below, the sports car squealed to a halt mere feet away from where Maya stood in the middle of the street. Hands glued to the wheel, his fingers turning white from the immense pressure he was gripping the steering wheel with, Edgeworth could hear his heart pounding in his ears. His breathing was coming in anxious gasps, eyes bulging out of his head and beads of sweat popping up across his forehead. He dodged a murder charge once and he had no desire to press his luck again with a vehicular manslaughter charge.
Regaining enough composure to look up at Maya, Edgeworth stared at the girl, who was still standing in front of his car. She smiled and waved before hurrying over to the passenger's side door of the car.
"Hi, Mr. Edgeworth!" Maya called out to him. "Are you heading out to Sprocket Park?"
Edgeworth swallowed the giant lump that had formed inside of his throat at the near collision that just occurred. Letting out a breath, he wrenched his fingers off of the steering wheel and adjusted his glasses, proud of the amount of self-control he had to keep his hands from shaking too noticeably.
"Hello, Miss Fey," Edgeworth's voice cracked, causing him to immediately clear this throat. "Yes, I am en route to Sprocket Park."
Smiling as she looked at him, Edgeworth quickly discerned what Maya wanted. With a sigh, he asked the question he knew she was waiting for.
"I take it you're on your way as well; would you like a ride?"
"Thanks, Mr. Edgeworth!" Maya said cheerily as she plopped into the passenger's seat. "You're so smart! How'd you know that's where I was going?"
Letting out another sigh, Edgeworth released the break and the car began to move forward, at a much slower speed this time.
"Let's just say," he said. "the conclusion just ran me right over."