"Trucy Wright is here!" The young girl gave a twirl and a bow. It was hard to do with the package in her hands, but she managed.
The Judge was gaping, still shocked by the lax security of the court lobby. Lamiroir's head shifted from side to side, trying to sort out the confusion she could not witness.
"Trucy!" Apollo was dumbfounded.
Klavier chuckled and rapped his finger to his forehead. "And who might this fraulein be? Someone you know?"
"I didn't know she was going to be here..." Apollo's skin was ashen.
"Well..." The Judge cleared his throat. "What brings you to this chamber, child?"
"I have evidence that could help the singer over there, sir!"
Again, Klavier looked to Apollo. "What is your angle, here?"
Apollo waved his hands. "Again, I had no idea she would come all the way over here!"
"Evidence, you say?" The Judge scratched his beard.
"Oh, do you?" Klavier laughed. He waved a hand. "I guess we'll just have to indulge you, little lady."
Trucky winked and reached into the package, putting a disc and a portable player. She pushed the disc in and turned the device on. She let Apollo and Klavier walk closer as the video began to play, and the two of them stopped short as the image focused.
The Judge leaned forward from his high position. "My eyes are a little weak at this age, but is that a cell?"
Apollo watched as he saw Kristoph's jaw tighten. It was clear that it was depressing for him to see his brother again, especially in jail.
The quality of the video was crude and everything looked a little yellowed, but the sight was clearly visible. Kristoph was standing across from the recorder.
"The name should be familiar. Daryan Crescend?" The voice was unmistakable. It belonged to Phoenix Wright.
"You will probably say he's one of my clients. If so, I'm sorry to say you must fetch my records. It's hard to remember everything in a decade's worth of lawyering, compared to your three years."
The court listened to the conversation continue, the animosity palpable to all, as Kristoph finally shifted his cold stance.
"Where are you going with this, Wright? It's as I've said. Everything's controlled here. The guards don't even need a camera to watch me. Checks are done before and after someone comes to visit. Would you like an affidavit on the matter?"
Kristoph moved to the desk that had been left in his stall, swiping up a long pen and a piece of paper.
"No need for that, Gavin. I just have a question. Did you help kill Daryan Crescend?"
There was a brief moment of silence, but Apollo could not help himself as he felt the bracelet on his wrist tingle. He did not fight the sensation, but instead let his eyes focus on the video recording. What was he looking for? No, what were his eyes focusing on? Kristoph had the pen in his hand, and he gave it a twirl before he uttered his next words.
"If I said no, would you believe me?"
There!
"Your Honor, I believe the point of the video is clear!"
The Judge fiddled with his gavel. "And what point is that?"
Apollo slammed his fist down. "Trucy, replay the video and keep it going until I say so!"
Trucy complied, and Apollo waited until he had the scene he wanted. Kristoph hearing the question, twirling the pen, and smirking." Apollo felt flooded wth energy. That had to be it! The pen...the pen!
"Mrs. Lamiroir! If I may ask, you still stand by your earlier testimony? That you were threatened into delivering a package?"
The blind woman was struck cold in her seat.
"...Yes."
"And what was in it?"
"The letter that was addressed to me...and a pen."
Klavier's eyes were nearly bulging. "Herr Forehead...you cannot possibly hope to suggest...that the pen...contained..."
Apollo slammed down with his fist once more.
"I can, and I am!"
Klavier whirled on Trucy. "Where did you get that footage?!"
Trucy beamed before pulling out something else from the package. It was the blue hat phoenix Wright had been photographed wearing after his trial. A tug on the yellow decoration, and the lens was revealed.
A week prior...
Daryan Crescend pulled his face up from his hands, taking a long breath. He was standing, but his legs felt like jelly.
"So...are you sure we can resolve this...quiet like?"
Kristoph tsked, leaning back in his easy chair. He was in prison, but the cell was his domain. He picked up the letter a second time.
"Let's see, let's see...of course, it addresses you by name. The sender wants to scare you."
Daryan gulped and nodded.
"It says it knows all about you, and, oh yes, even the jobs you were involved in. it wants you to give up the leader, or else..."
Daryan nodded, his eyes flickering.
"For the thousandth time, there is no need to worry. The cameras are not watching you here. I have friends in high places, as it were. And you know the first step to this procedure. Go to your safehouse. You still have the address to the Gatewater Hotel, correct?"
Another nod.
"Go there. I will send you a message shortly."
As soon as Daryan was gone, Kristoph reached for a piece of stationary and began to write upon it.
"I see one man, and then see four..."
-A multi-chapter story; Chapter 20; story idea by CRed1988 and writing by Jerviss.