May 15, 11:00 P.M. Remnants of the Los Angeles Police Department

Officer Meekins sat at his desk, somewhat lazily. He mumbled to himself, "The department is really slow because we don't have any sort of computers. I mean, we have phone lines, but we don't know if these computers could support dial-up. After all, the load on the lines would be huge."

Suddenly, he heard the Chief of Police's footsteps. Meekins quickly got up into his chair and smiled wide. "Yes, sir?"

The Chief slammed a 1,000 page booklet down on his desk. "Officer, that 'doctor' had to be put under because he wouldn't shut up."

Meekins asked, "What do you mean?"

"After we got everything we needed out of him, he wouldn't be quiet, so we gave him a nice dose of nitrous. I suggest you read that report. It may help you figure out who the Mad Bomber is."

The Chief walked away, almost scowling.

The officer groaned, "How am I supposed to read all of this shit?!"

A young woman, about age 21, popped out from behind his computer monitor. She wore glasses with pink lenses and wore a bizarre-looking jacket. Meekins realized instantly that it was Ema Skye. She asked, "What's the problem?"

Meekins sighed, "Now seriously..." He raised the transcript high into the air with one hand. The pages dangled in Ema's face, while his other hand supported his megaphone. He turned it to maximum volume and scrunched his face up.

"LOOK AT THIS FUCKING SHIT! How am I supposed to READ all of this motherfucking SHIT?"

Ema yelled, "Quit using that kind of language, or I'll have your ass above my kitchen sink!"

The scientist-detective felt nervous and jittery, not being used to screaming profanity into people's faces before.

Meekins quickly found out that he was not the alpha-male and lowered his megaphone. A smile appeared on his face. "I'd be happy to read that report now, ma'am!"

He dove into the report, while Ema overheard his monologuing and translated it into intelligible words that could be understood by a logical person. It was now 2:34 A.M, according to the wall clock. Though dreary and woozy, she stumbled over to Detective Gumshoe.

He asked, "Ema, what do you have to say?"

She whispered, "Detective, I saw Officer Meekins reading the transcript of the police's interrogation of that 'surgeon' guy."

Gumshoe implored, "Yes? What about it?"

"Well, the surgeon told them quite shocking news. It turns out that that surgeon is working for the Mad Bomber. The Mad Bomber plans to use the trinitrolutein gathered from Pearl Fey's thyroid to make bombs in excess of 10 megatons!"

"MEGATON?!"

Gumshoe exploded. "Yes... and then he'll go out and kill Phoenix, Maya, Pearl, you, Edgeworth, Franziska von Karma, and everyone else in Los Angeles! He'll destroy the world if we're not careful!"

Gumshoe wondered, "But who is the Mad Bomber?"

Ema gasped, "According to him, there actually... isn't a Mad Bomber."

The detective shouted, "How?!"

She explained, "The 'Mad Bomber' was really just an alias that these minions of Shelly de Killer II used to disguise themselves under. I believe that the minion that planted the most bombs was Iate Digoxin."

"All we need to do is hope that his U.S. Attorney's office registration data is up to date and look him up to find his location. I have connected my computer to a phone jack, so let's just hope my computer still supports dial-up."

He entered a URL into the web browser and hit "Enter".

A few dial tones played, and was followed by a process of strange, static like noises for 30 seconds. When the page finally loaded, it showed Digoxin's information. It showed that Digoxin had been living in Los Angeles since 1987.

Gumshoe laughed, "This guy won't expect the police arriving at his door!"

Ema added, "Send the officers to rally him up at about 5 A.M. He'll be in prison in not time."