As I walk back into my office, I slam the door shut with an uncharacteristic force. I slump against the door. My hands are shaking.

…Did I…? I stare at my hands; two weapons that took a life. But…I smirk weakly. It would be impossible to trace, and…he deserved it! Yes, it wasn't wrong at all…

Suddenly, my cell phone rings.

"…Hello?"

"Oh, hey Kristoph," says a voice. It's Phoenix Wright. "It seems I've gotten into a bit of trouble. Can you defend me?"

"…Sure." I listen uncertainly. "What…erm…happened?"

"On second thought," he says, diverting my train of thought. "Can you get that apprentice of yours to defend me?"

"You mean Apollo Justice?"

"That's the one! Anyway….is that alright?"

"…Of course."

"Alright! Thanks!" He hangs up.

I stare blankly at the phone. How can he still seem so…nonchalant? It's as though…he doesn't even care.

Shrugging off the notion, I dial a number on my phone. It rings four times, then is answered by a tired voice.

"Um…Hello?"

"Justice?"

My apprentice responds in an overly loud voice, "Yes, sir? Mr. Gavin?"

"How would you like to defend a friend of mine in court?"

"Wha-…really?!" he cries incredulously. "Am I ready?"

"No need to worry," I reply in a calm voice, despite my internal turmoil. "So, are you willing?"

"O-of course! Sir!" he shouts. "But um…who-"

"We'll discuss this tomorrow in court," I say quickly. "Good night, Justice."

"Wait, tomorrow?! But-" I hang up on him. I don't need to worry about this. I just have to make sure…everything is taken care of.

I stand up, straightening out my suit. No need to fret; I'm just getting rid of Wright, along with…that Gramarye. A smile slowly creeps onto my face.

It's like killing two birds with one stone.

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Thanks for reading! I'm considering just making the rest of the chapters about this short; it's easier for me to upload more frequently. Is that okay with everyone? Or do you want to read longer chapters? Please review! =)