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ACE ATTORNEY SCRAPBOOK
Chapter 28: Special Delivery

Case Tag: 1-5 (Rise from the Ashes)

Quote:

Ema:
Wow! What an amazing bouquet!

Phoenix:
No kidding. Hey, there's a card on it... "Back from the Dead - Wendy" ("Wendy?"... I've heard that name somewhere before.)

Ema:
And here beside it... A giant Steel Samurai! Wow, I want one!

Phoenix:
Huh? There's something written on the bottom of his foot. "Between a rock and a hard place. - Wendy"

Ema:
Is the prosecutor in this office named "Wendy"?

Phoenix:
Um... I don't think so.

February 14, 2017, 1:04pm
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202

Returning from court for the afternoon, Miles Edgeworth headed up to his office, looking forward to enjoying his cup of afternoon tea. Reaching his office, he flicked on the lights before heading inside, placing his briefcase on the sofa. Edgeworth looked at his desk and frowned. A package had been placed on his desk haphazardly. Over his papers and folders. His important papers and folders. Whoever delivered this package should know better than to just leave a dirty box full of who-knows-what atop of critical reports and findings. The incompetence of some people.

Edgeworth headed over to his desk and sat down in his chair, examining the box as he took his seat. There was no name on the box to indicate who the sender was. Only his name, with a heart dotting the "I" in Miles and hearts in the place of the "O" in Edgeworth, and his office address were written on the box. Well, there was only one way to determine who the box was from; Edgeworth grabbed his golden letter opener from his pen holder and sliced through the tape on the box. He opened it up and found a bouquet of flowers and a Steel Samurai figure. Edgeworth immediately went for the Steel Samurai figure.

What a glorious gift, the prosecutor mused, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. Not that he would ever admit that out loud, of course. Examining the figure, Edgeworth noticed a note written on the samurai's foot.

Between a rock and a hard place—Wendy

Wendy? Who on earth was Wendy? Shrugging, Edgeworth put the Steel Samurai aside and then picked up the bouquet of flowers. It was quite an impressive bouquet, with flowers of all shapes, sizes and colors. Like the figure, the bouquet also held a note from the sender.

Back from the dead—Wendy

Wendy...Edgeworth couldn't recall anyone named Wendy. Wait. The name began to ring a bell. There was a Wendy...in a case a few months back...the Steel Samurai case...Wendy...Oldbag.

No...it couldn't be...how did she get his address?! Was there a witness protection program for prosecutors being stalked by insane, love struck witnesses that never shut up?

"Hey, Mr. Edgeworth, Sir!" Detective Dick Gumshoe poked his head into the office, giving Edgeworth a smile and a wave. "What's that?"

Edgeworth flushed a shade of red that nearly matched his suit. He tossed the flowers back in the box, embarrassed by the detective's intrusion.

"Detective, did you, perchance, happen to deliver this box to my office while I was in court?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir!" Gumshoe replied. "Those are some nice Valentine's Days gifts, Sir. I didn't realize you had a special someone."

"Special someone?" Edgeworth could barely get the words out. "What?! No! Absolutely not!"

He took a deep breath to try and calm himself before he threw something at Gumshoe's head. The good detective was certainly going to have a surprise in his next upcoming salary review for this blunder.