CHAPTER 27
Miles and Franziska sat in silence with Mick Vick and Pearl in the room set aside for preparing impromptu witnesses. They had tried to get him to talk, and Franziska even tried using her whip, but he didn't say a word about what he was going to testify. Miles saw Franziska furiously tugging on her whip; he didn't know what was preventing her from hitting this man. He kept on playing around with his cell phone; it was clear they were not getting a shred of information from this man.
Franziska pulled out her cell phone and started texting. After a second, Miles felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and read the text message to himself; Should we get this guy for Obstruction of Justice? He texted back. No. We have to make sure that the little girl is safe. He heard her phone vibrate next to him and she read the text message to herself and put her phone back into her pocket. For the first time, Vick spoke up; "Now, now, don't think you can get me for obstruction. Also, Mr. and Mrs. Prosecutor, I hope that you weren't thinking of having me testify against Mr. de Killer." This man's arrogance sent pain shooting through Miles' forehead. "Mr. Vick, you wanted it to be known that you were the one who brought down de Killer! What are you going to do if you're not going to testify against him?"
He flashed his jewelry with a smug grin, letting his sunglasses fall down onto the edge of his nose, showing his eyes. "I'm going to protect him, 'because I was in fear of my life', then I'll feel 'bad', and bring him down, and accept perjury charges like the noble man I am. Care to find a hole in my plan, you two?" Franziska was tugging on her whip, and Miles knew he'd be doing the same thing if he had one in his hands.
The bailiff knocked on the door. "Court is about to reconvene, Mr. Edgeworth. I...um..." He didn't seem to know how to tell them to get to the courtroom politely. CRACK! "AH! C-COURTROOM!"
A few minutes later, Miles and Franziska were at the prosecution's bench, facing Maya and Phoenix Wright across from them. The judge made his way back up to his chair, and took his seat, with what looked like a cigarette sticking out of his mouth. Maya posed the question on everyone's mind; "Your honor, are you smoking?" He pulled a lollipop out of his mouth. Miles deflated at this man's display of professionalism. I don't know if this guy is even suitable to be on my case anymore...
"No, I'm not. A veteran detective in the gallery had a spare lollipop and gave me one to replace the one I lost during the-" CRACK! "Stop being so foolish, your honor! The prosecution calls the fool who interrupted this courts proceedings earlier, Mr. Mick Vick, to the stand."
The judge spoke up; "But Ms. von Karma...isn't Miles Edgeworth the acting pros-" CRACK! "O-o-ok, Mick Vick, please take the stand."
The shiny man in the brown suit took the stand, and before Miles could ask his name and occupation, he spoke up. "Mick Vick, CEO of Worldwide Studios. Now, Mr. Judge, I want to get this done quick, my little niece Pearl is quite afraid of these courtrooms." Miles thought to himself What a slimebag, using a little girl as a scapegoat like that...
The judge didn't even have time to respond before Mick Vick started his testimony.
"This man, John Doe...strange name, isn't it? Anywho, he's one of the main stagehands in productions at my company. I've provided you all in this court with work records, dating back before I have took control of the company." He shrugged. "It should be clear that this man is not this 'The Killer' man you all keep babbling about."
OBJECTION!
Miles had been the one to object; "We've seen these pictures submitted by Detective Gumshoe, and it's quite clear that this man in the defendant's chair is the same as the one in this picture!"
Vick was unphased; "Any objections, Mr. Wright?"
"Wh-what?" He shrugged and flashed his rings; "Any objections. It's your job to defend this loyal employee of mine, and I don't think you're doing a good job of it if you're not even objecting to the prosecutions claims." He shot a quick glance towards Pearl in the gallery to get his point across.
Phoenix was sweating bullets; "U-um, yes..." He seemed to be trying to find something to object to.
OBJECTION!
"Recall the Matt Engarde case; we never had an OUNCE of decisive proof that the man in the picture was, in fact, Shelly de Killer. So how do we know that this man is Shelly de Killer?"
Vick grinned with a flamboyant, childish clap to accompany his smug look; "That's what I like to hear, Mr. Attorney! I think the courtroom could learn a thing or two from this man!"
The judge pulled his lollipop out of his mouth as if he were a biker, riding his Harley and smoking a cigarette; "Ayyyyeee. Any-" CRACK! "OBBJEECCTIIONNS!" He dropped his lollipop once again."Awww horsefeathers..." The judge looked as if he had just gotten done watching Marley & Me.
Miles spoke up; "No objections, your honor."
Mick Vick smiled smarmily at this; "Oh, come now, Mr. and Mrs. Prosecutor, you can't just roll over like that. That shows...worthlessness and weakness."
Franziska lashed her whip. CRACK! "AH-AH! Ms. von Karma! What'd I do now!?" Miles let out a chuckle; her hand had slipped and she had accidentally struck the judge with her whip instead of her intended target. She didn't seem dissappointed in the outcome, though.
The judge sent the bailiff for a band-aid as he prepared to adjourn court for the day; "I've come to a conclusion..." He began sucking his thumb were Franziska's whip had scratched his skin; "We..cannot...come...to...a clear...conclusion...at today's...trial...court is...adjourned." He banged his gavel, signaling the dismissal of court that day.