Day 4
The next day, Manfred was hiding behind his bed. He had managed to terrify the guard into informing him who his next visitor was. Once he learned who it was, von Karma had no intention of meeting them. Not here, where there was no place to run.
He'd had time to ponder Franziska's final words, and decided to dismiss them as folly. Who was she to strip him of the Von Karma name? Ridiculous. He had trained her, raised to be the great prosecutor she was today, all while working on his plan to build up Miles Edgeworth so he could crush him in defeat. Didn't she appreciate all he'd done for her? The nerve of that girl!
''Ohh Manny-poooooo?''
Oh God no.
Wendy Oldbag was his visitor today, and hell would freeze over before Manfred von Karma willingly spoke to this woman ever again. Like with Gant, he had managed to avoid her in recent years, but he still had nightmares over the hellish testimonies she gave in his earliest cases. She had nearly cost him his perfect record before it could begin, for goodness sake! Fortunately, the bed provided for Manfred was large, so it made for an excellent hiding spot.
But Manfred knew she would not give up easily.
''Where are you, Manny-poo? Excuse me, mister guard, do you know where Manny is?''
The guard hesitated. von Karma had clearly instructed him to not give away his location.
''I-I don't know. He might be in the infirmary.''
''Oh, speaking of infirmaries, do you know I used to work as a nurse? Oh it was yeeeears ago, of course, and I was much prettier than I am now, but it was a wonderuful experience for me! I remember one time this young man came in, hopping on one leg, and he walked up to me and said hedbrokenhislegsoihelpedhimtooneoftheemptywardsandwentotfindoneofthedoctorsand-''
It was too much for the poor young guard to handle, ''He's behind the bed!''
''Damn you to hell!'' von Karma roared, leaping up from his hiding place.
''Oh Manny-poo, there you are. Did I disturb your sleep? I'm very sorry.''
No matter, Manfed thought to himself. He always had a Plan B, ''Come closer to the bars, Wendy. I want to tell you something.''
Oldbag flushed, ''Oh my! Well, if you insist.'' she leaned forward, expecting a whispered compliment, or perhaps a kiss on the cheek! And then, just when they were close enough to almost touch noses, Manfred fell back.
''Argh!'' he cried, ''She hit me! Guard, get her away from me!''
''What?'' Oldbag screeched. Her face was now red with anger rather than embarrassment.
''You'll have to come with me, Ma'am.'' The guard said calmly, catching onto von Karma's plan.
''The hell I will! I didn't touch him! You have no proof!''
''D-don't make me call security, Ma'am!'' The guard responded, clearly terrified.
''Pfft! You know I was a security guard once, not long ago actually. But then this pointy-haired freak and his weird assistant came along and-''
''Security!''
Only seconds later, men in dark grey uniform arrived to gently, but firmly, escort Oldbag from the premises. She ranted the entire way out.
Manfred von Karma looked at the guard, and he looked back. It was a look between men who had worked together to overcome an obstacle that neither could have surpassed individually. A true miracle.
''You have redeemed yourself.'' Manfred told him, ''But if you betray me again, I will have you scrubbing these halls instead of guarding them. Understand?''
''Y-yes sir!''
''Good! Now fetch me another book from the library, I have completed the one you gave me yesterday.''
''Okay, sir!''
The guard walked off, rather briskly. Manfred von Karma leaned back in his chair with one of those rare smiles on his face. He had to admit, it was a job well done.
