May 13, 5:19 P.M. Wright and Co. Law Offices
After what seemed like an eternity, the electronics came back on. Phoenix immediately checked his computer, and a file popped up from the desktop. It was the final report of the train crash from the NTSB. He eagerly opened it, hoping for good news.
After skipping past 59 pages of mundane filler text, he found the cause of the accident.
"The probable cause for the crash of the Shinkansen into the District Court of Los Angeles was due to two main faults:
(a) The train being cut off from communications for an undetermined reason, and (b) as a result of the tracks being tampered with, allowing for the unauthorized construction of fraudulent routes."
Maya was reading over his shoulder, and asked, "Nick, what exactly does all of that mean?"
He answered, "The crash was caused when the tracks were tampered with by an unknown person, and the tracks led straight to the District Court."
She gasped, "It seems now that this is no accident."
Precisely. And I will present this evidence in court in order to prove that Randall is innocent!"
Suddenly, the humming of a propellor became audible. Phoenix went outside, and saw that a Cessna 152 was making a beeline across the sky towards a highway about 6 miles away.
He came indoors, and told Maya, "Some guy flying a Cessna is gonna have to make an emergency landing on the highway or something."
She sighed, "Nick, that happens sometimes. It'll be on the news tonight, and tomorrow, the trial will get back underway."
May 13, 5:25 P.M. Los Angeles Police Department
Detective Gumshoe saw the last helicopter fly out of sight, and he looked down at the remains of the police department. He pulled out his portable television and found that a news station was airing a story about the explosion.
"At least 234 people were killed, and hundreds more injured. The explosion had the power of 350 tons of TNT."
He thought, "The Mad Bomber surely knows his explosives. If he has bombs like that under his sleeve, he can kill thousands more. This guy is crazy."
He looked up, and saw the Cessna 152 flying towards the bridge, just as Phoenix had a short time earlier. But now, it was flying at a higher altitude, and could barely be seen.
He looked away, and turned around, spotting a large debris field that spread across a large area. It was almost like a dream. The amount of rubble was enormous. He looked back to where the Cessna was, and it had turned right and was flying away from the bridge at a high rate of speed.
Before he could determine why it was flying that way, there was a bright flash. The sun was washed out by the extreme amount of light. He ducked his head down, and covered his ears. He then heard the sound from the flash reach him. The intensity of the sound was so high that the ground around him began to vibrate.
After roughly 20 seconds, Gumshoe looked up at the fireball. It was in the shape of a mushroom cloud. It was then that he began to feel the pressure blast getting close to him. At first, it sounded like rolling thunder, but as it got closer, a low-lying cloud of dust and debris smothered him and blew him across the ground at near supersonic speed.
After he stopped tumbling, he saw the fireball rising into the air very quickly, and a large fire engulfed him. Gumshoe realized he may just die trying to catch the most heinous criminal in the history of Los Angeles.