A/N: Hey everyone, I'm sorry it took me a forever (that sounds werid... "a forever"...) to update. At first, I had a bad case of writer's block, but it then turened into a lack of interest. But then I felt bad cause I haven't updated in like... half a year maybe? Well, I hope you, my readers (at least the ones I have left) will forgive me...

Anyways, I'm sure you came here to read this fic, not my blabbles, so I'll shut up and let you read.


Chapter Eight

Days before assassination: 3

Time seemed to go by fast, too fast. Adrian's day was packed from just doing her job at Global Studios; between that and thinking of how to show the world that Matt Engarde was truly the guilty one, she felt like she barely had time to sleep.

In every plan she made, she could find some sort of contradiction when she looked back at it. She had no evidence that led back at Matt; there probably wasn't any evidence anyways, because knowing him, he probably destroyed it before hand. But now that she thought about it, there wasn't any evidence that led back to her; not even any possible motives could be found. But it make her wonder how so many people could believe such baseless conjectures.

It was later that evening when she brought this thought back to Phoenix.

"Yes...I see what you mean..." he commented. "But no one would suspect him because he's in jail and has no access to any contact with assassins. Well, there's that, and the fact that your signature was found on the request letter."

"But I didn't sign it! Matt forged it!"

"Yes, I understand that, he said in a cool, calm voice. "But they had professionals look at and compare the signature, and they deemed it as yours."

Adrian took a minute to collect her thoughts before she spoke. "The thing is, that Matt arranged everything for himself so well. He got rid of all ends that could possibly lead to him," she stated. "But he is still missing one important element."

"Solid evidence that leads directly to you," he guessed.

"Correct. He has no definite proof; all he has is that forged piece of paper."

"Yes, but that one little piece of paper has everyone thinking you're the culprit."

Adrian gave him a nod to his reply, agreeing that this was more than the truth.

Adrian let out a sigh before speaking. "We have only figured out a small point... At this rate, it'll be too late"

Phoenix took some time to carefully consider her words before her spoke words of his own. "Yes, but this is a very important point, and it will probably help us somewhere along the way."

She nodded without response. A moment of silence fell upon the two, who were deep in thought. They were so busy thinking and worrying that everything around was oblivious to them; that is, until Maya came in the room.

"Nick!" she exclaimed. "Let's go eat! I'm starved!"

Pearl too came in, following her cousin's lead. "Yeah Mr. Nick, let's eat. It's already past dinner time," she echoed.

"Huh?" he said, as if something totally unbelievable had happened. "What are you talking about? What do you expect me to cook? Instant noodles?"

"Of course not! When I said 'Let's go eat', I meant let's go out to eat! Anyways, we have Ms. Andrews with us, and you don't expect to give her instant noodles, now do you?"

"W-well no, but I'm low on-"

"Well then, let's go!" she announced, cutting Phoenix off as she pushed everyone out the door.

So, the four of them were off to dinner, acting as if they hadn't a care in the world. Maya even singlehandedly ate enough for all of them put together. But in the end, because of Phoenix's lack of...money, Adrian ended up taking the bill and paying for the dinner.


A/N: Well, that's it. Short, and nothing much happened... Well, drop in a review if you have time, and if you do, I'll be happy (well, that depends of what the review says, but we'll see about that).

Well, thanks for reading, and I'll hope to update soon (or sooner than in 6 months from now).