Phoenix walked into the Gatewater Hotel and sighed. "It's been a while since I've last been in here." Phoenix could see a flood of reporters fighting to get the best spot to ask questions to the police. Other onlookers were just standing, observing the mass chaos. Phoenix calmly walked up to the police tape and talked to the officer. "Excuse me. My name is Phoenix Wright, and I'm a defense attorney. I was asked by Johnny Stelman to represent him in court concerning to the murders."

"Ah, we've been expecting you. Come right this way. Detective Gumshoe is waiting for you. Please come this way."

The officer lifted up the tape and allowed Phoenix to enter. "So how come Detective Gumshoe got handled this important case?"

"Heh…it's a long story. Basically, our top detective decided to take a vacation yesterday, and Gumshoe is the best detective available right now."

"Why doesn't the FBI investigate this?"

"Oh, don't worry, they are. The local police also has to conduct an investigation as well."

Soon, they arrived at the hallway. "Here's where we found several secret servicemen killed. Although the autopsies aren't complete yet, we think they were poisoned somehow."

"How can you tell?"

"No physical wounds on the bodies. Not even a scratch. Now, several grown men don't just die all at once without something killing them, and since we can rule out any physical act, we believe it was poison."

"That would make sense. Was the President killed that way as well?"

"No. He was shot once in the head. We don't know why the killer decided to kill the servicemen with poison, but the President with a bullet."

"My client told me that you guys had hard evidence to arrest him. Can you tell me what that is?"

"I can do that for ya pal!"

Phoenix saw Gumshoe walked down the hallway, avoiding the tape that marked the positions of the bodies. "The first is that he has no alibi. He claims that he was going to the bathroom at the time of the incident. However, why leave when a poison is about to strike? Because he knew it was going to happen."

Phoenix sighed. "Or it could be the saying, 'When you gotta go, you gotta go.' It could have been a coincidence."

"It's not a coincidence when the gun used to kill the President was the same gun that belonged to your client."

"W—WHAT?!"

"We already conducted ballistic tests, and the bullet that killed the President was fired from his gun. Now, I would honestly be impressed if he could shoot the President, who was several rooms away, while he was doing his business."

So, my client mysteriously leaves when the poison is released and his gun is used to kill the President…this isn't looking good.

"So I take it you found the murder weapon then?"

"Yes we did, right next to the President's body."

"Any fingerprints?"

"None that we could find."

"Do secret servicemen wear gloves?"

"No, wh…ah, I get your point, but not correct. There were blood SMEARS on the gun. That indicates that the murderer wiped off the fingerprints from the gun."

"But why leave it there to incriminate yourself? Especially if it's your gun?"

"I don't know. I don't know what the killer was thinking. All we can go by is the evidence, and the evidence is telling me that the killer is your client, Johnny Stelman."

Everything IS seeming to point in that direction…but I don't buy it.

"So Johnny called you guys first, correct?"

"That is correct, though he may have used it to try to divert attention away from himself."

If he was trying to divert attention, he would have taken the gun with him. I'll have to use this in court later.

"Can I look around the crime scene?"

"Sure pal. Though the FBI might be a little…stingy when you try to investigate. Remember, the President was murdered. They aren't exactly in the best of moods…"

"I'll…keep that in mind…"

Phoenix had barely taken a step when a mad brushed against him down the hallway."

"Excuse me. I'm sorry." The man had turned and faced Phoenix.

"It's no problem. Who are you though?"

"My name is Mason Peg, I'm the FBI investigator in charge of this. And you are?"

"Phoenix Wright. I'm a defense attorney."

"Ah, so you're the sap that got suckered into defending dear ol' Johnny."

"Well…he did forget to mention on the phone that the murder case had to deal with the President."

"Heh, sounds like I was right. Anyways, be sure not to cause too much trouble."

Phoenix nodded and looked at the hallway. "Well, better begin!"

Finally, there was an update for this story. Sorry, but I've been busy moving to Colorado and had no time to write anything. Anyways, thanks for reading and don't forget to review! Also, like my facebook page. Just search 801tman.