May 16, 8:35 A.M. Digoxin's Residence

Several police officers pulled up around Digoxin's apartment in their cruisers, and turned off the engines. They all took out their binoculars and started scanning the area.

One officer whispered to his walkie talkie, "Base, Digoxin isn't out yet."

The Chief of Police was on the other end.

"Lanthouser, I want you to keep still and wait for him to come out to get the Saturday paper. We're not hosting a stakeout. Once he exits his door and picks up the paper, turn on your lights and sirens, get out, and arrest that monkey!"

Lanthouser replied, "I don't think there's such a thing as a Saturday paper... but I may just find out!"

The Chief barked, "Get to it! We can't let Digoxin get away!"

He turned off the walkie talkie, being careful not to make any noise when doing so. He grabbed his binoculars, and scanned the porch, as well as the grassy area around the façade of the house. Still, no Digoxin.

Lanthouser became somewhat impatient at this point, as he wanted Digoxin to come out for an easy arrest. It felt like it would take forever for them to catch him. The hours ticked away. The clock inside the police car now read: 10:23 A.M.

Lanthouser picked up the walkie talkie and spoke to the officers around him.

"If Digoxin comes out, exit your vehicles and arrest him as quickly and efficiently as possible. We don't want to spend too much time during the arrest, or some of de Killer II's cronies could show up and botch the arrest."

He then hung up and opened the magazine of his pistol.

Lanthouser pulled out the first bullet, and began twisting the cartridge and bullet in separate directions until they separated. He thought, "When Digoxin comes out, I'll fire a blank through the sunroof of my cruiser. That'll startle him quite a bit, and will allow us to arrest him quicker."

He rolled the sunroof all the way open, and unbuckled his seatbelt. The clock now read: 10:27 A.M. Lanthouser heard a door open, and saw an elderly man walk out of his apartment on the ground floor. He was not very frail, and briskly walked to the newspaper machine to get a copy of The Los Angeles Times.

Lanthouser unlocked the door of his cruiser and slowly rose up so that he was standing on the driver's seat. He rose his pistol, and readied his finger. Aiming the reticle straight at the man's head, he pressed the trigger, his hands shaking violently.

BANG! A loud explosion was heard. The man became dazed and confused. He fell to his knees in fear and shock. Another officer ran out of his cruiser and screamed, "POLICE! GET ON THE GROUND, AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" The elderly man brought his hands into the air.

The man asked, "What's all this nonsense about? Why are you arresting me?"

The officer replied, "Digoxin, it's over."

The elderly man gasped, "I am him! Mr. Iate Terginious Digoxin! But what's over?"

"We've had enough of your cultural and occupational genocide."

"GENOCIDE? What did I do?"

The officer replied, "We know that you are him. The Mad Bomber. Or at least, the most prominent version of the Mad Bomber."

Digoxin yelled, "I'm innocent! I'm calling my lawyer!"

The officer growled, "You have the right to remain silent. You're lucky we didn't kill you right here on the sidewalk."

The officer forced Digoxin to walk over to an armored car. He placed shackles on him, and placed himself with Digoxin in the back. After he was loaded, the car drove off to the Detention Center.

Lanthouser closed his sunroof and locked the door to his car, sighing. "Iate Terginious Digoxin... what a bizarre name. Sounds like something from the 11th century A.D. What a horrible man. He goes around, planting huge bombs around L.A, killing thousands. What a dirty little son of a bitch."

He turned the cruiser's engine on, and left the scene.

May 16, 11:00 A.M. Downtown Los Angeles, Amtrak Station

Just as Phoenix, Maya, and Pearl began walking back to the law office, they noticed some festivities occurring near Amtrak Station.

Maya asked, "Nick, what do you think they are doing over there?"

He answered, "I honestly don't know." In curiosity, they all walked over to where most of the people were.

There was a large, silver train sitting on a new section of track. The train was not of the familiar shape, but had a shape, almost like that of a Shinkansen.

A banner in front of the train declared, "Amtrak Bullet Train Mk. 2 will run on a new section of high-speed railway from Tijuana, Baja California, to Seattle, Washington. Feel free to see the luxurious decor inside the passenger cabin!"

Pearl yelled, "Mr. Nick! Let's go inside!"

Phoenix sighed, "I don't know Pearls..."

Maya egged Phoenix on, encouraging him to let them inside. He finally agreed, but still had the thought of the Mad Bomber in his head as he entered the door and walked inside.

Maya's jaw dropped upon seeing the inside of the train. The seats were furnished with the finest leather, with wooden tray tables that extended from the arms of the seats. Several fat-screen LED TV's were against the wall, adding to the comfort of the main car. A news broadcast came on.

"Recently, we have received news about the Mad Bomber."

All of the people inside the car froze up,and payed great attention to the broadcast. "The Mad Bomber was identified as Iate Digoxin, a former government prosecutor. He was arrested earlier this morning, and is now being questioned by both the FBI and police."

Maya's face went from a look surprise to a look of great joy. All of the people began cheering vociferously, and happiness filled the passenger cabin.
All of a sudden, the doors shut. The sound of the doors being shut was a mixture between an airlock closing and a door slamming.

A loud burst of air signaled that the brakes had been released. The train then began accelerating. Slowly at first, but the train eventually began to speed up rapidly.

Maya asked, "Nick, was this what they intended to do?"

He replied, "Probably not!"

By now, the train was at around 100 miles per hour.

Pearl asked, "Master Maya, why is this happening?"

She yelled, "Pearly, I have no idea!"

At that precise moment, the TV's displayed a horrifying message. Red text appeared on a black screen. It was in all capital letters; the font looked as if the message was written in blood.

It declared, "I HAVE GRANTED THESE KIDS TO HELL."

Phoenix's eyes seemed to swell from within his head upon seeing the message. "Maya! That same exact message was written on the side of a wall at Hazakura Temple after it was bombed! That means only one thing... de Killer II is behind this!"

The attorney screamed, "Everybody! Listen up! Unfortunately, due to events beyond out control, we seem to be heading away from Los Angeles and to some place else at around 200 miles an hour. We believe that the son of Shelly de Killer is behind this."

All of the people inside the cabin roared loudly. Some women let out sharp cries of distress and anguish.

Phoenix continued, "I understand that many of you are frightened, but we can overcome that terrorist! We can get out of here alive! It's just... that... we can't exactly do anything about it right now. But I know someone who can!"

The ace attorney pulled out his cell phone, and dialed a long number. As the crowd looked on, Phoenix pulled the phone to his mouth and pressed the dial button. A series of tones played, and the dial tone played. His hands nervously shook as he waited for someone to pick up.

Who is Phoenix calling? Furthermore, how is he going to be able to stop the train? Will the city of Los Angeles ever be the same? Find out in the next chapter of Turnabout Shinkansen! Until then, this is Nr36, and I hope that you enjoyed this chapter!