Ace Attorney: Web of Mistrust

The Misled Turnabout, Part 1 (Averl)

"H-huh?"

"I see you followed my instructions as they were written."

"With you blackmailing me, I don't see much other choice."

"Do you know why you're here?"

"Something about RB-7. I don't know much else."

"...So you forgot about the teenager you tried to prosecute?"

"Of course not!"

"You're lying!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

//October 27, 2029. Defendant Lobby No. 7, 9:51 AM//

"I still can't believe we haven't met the client," I muttered, entering the defendant lobby with Niamh.

"It's the first time we've been appointed by the state. The detention center was closed by the time we got notice of it," Niamh frowned.

"Yeah... I still can't believe we don't know as much as the client's name," I said.

"...Do you mean me?"

I noticed a man walking towards us. He had white hair and wore a black coat, unbuttoned, over a white shirt. He had black pants on with white shoes. The man had skin as pale as snow, barely tinted cream, with red eyes. I don't think those eyes are natural...

"Are you the defendant in this case?" Niamh asked.

The man nodded slowly. "And I assume you are the lawyers."

"Yes," I nodded. "My name is Averl and this is Niamh. Who might you be?"

The man looked down in silence. When he finally gave us an answer, it was just as short as everything else he had said today. "...Is knowing that really necessary?"

"W-what?" Niamh stuttered. "It's quite necessary, sir."

"If you must know..." the man started.

"Court will begin shortly! Will the defense and defendant please proceed to the courtroom?" a bailiff questioned.

I sighed. I suppose the questions will have to wait. "Let's get going," I suggested to Niamh. The strawberry blonde nodded before following the mysterious white haired man into the courtroom.

//October 27, 2029. Courtroom No. 7, 10:00//

"Court is now in session for the trial of...woah!" The judge gasped shortly after banging his gavel.

"What is it?" Prosecutor Bullgard asked, throwing her red fabric piece into the air before catching it. She didn't seem at all bothered by the judge's behavior.

"The defendant is...the Chief of Detectives!" the judge exclaimed.

I turned to Niamh. "We're defending the Chief of Detectives?" I whispered.

Niamh shrugged. "I guess so."

"Court is now in session for the trial of Carson...I don't see a last name here," the judge commented, bewildered as usual.

"I merely wished to keep that my own. What of it, Your Honor?" the white haired man, Carson apparently, asked.

"I just find it odd," the judge replied.

"Well, suck it up and just move on with the trial," Carson instructed.

"This guy is rude," I commented to Niamh, who nodded in shocked agreement.

"Will the prosecution please give their opening statement?" the judge questioned, finally getting back on track.

Prosecutor Bullgard nodded. "Alright. The crime took place yesterday at a nearby mansion. A prosecutor by the name of Polly Bloom was attacked with a small statue, about a foot tall. She fell unconscious from the blow, only to be found by a trio of witnesses who are not willing to testify. The prosecution intends to prove the defendant guilty of attempted murder on Polly Bloom!"

"Is there any motive as of now?" the judge asked.

Prosecutor Bullgard frowned, shaking her head. "Sadly, none has been found. There was a case file found near the crime scene however, inches away from the victim. The file was for the RB-7 Incident, a case from two years ago."

"Two years ago?" I hissed at Niamh. "Does that title sound familiar?"

Niamh shook her head. "No. But I could have always worked it without knowing the technical title. I'm not sure."

"What are the details of the RB-7 Incident?" the judge asked. He stole the words right from my mouth.

"Why don't we have the defense explain it? After all, Ms. Tenniswood was the defense attorney on the case," Prosecutor Bullgard smirked, still toying with her fabric.

Niamh was taken aback. "W-what?" she stuttered. I don't think I've ever heard her stutter before. Make this a holiday!

"The case involved a criminal, murderer, to be precise, being killed outside a business building. The victim was one by the name of Buff Guiy. He was shot to death. Is this starting to ring a bell?" Prosecutor Bullgard prompted.

Niamh gasped. "I remember that case...! The one where Yuri was arrested!"

"I remember watching that trial, too," I told her. "It was a while back, but I most certainly remember the culprit confessing to be the Under Cover Assassin at the witness stand."

"If you two are done taking a leisurely stroll down reminiscence lane," Prosecutor Bullgard began. "We have a trial to get on with."

"Who does the prosecution wish to call for a witness?" the judge asked.

"HOLD IT!"

Niamh slammed her hands on the defense bench. "The defense wishes to hear a proposal by the prosecution of why the RB-7 Incident is related with the case at hand!"

"Well," Prosecutor Bullgard started. "I believe it's linked with the motive for murder somehow. The file was found inches from the victim, after all. The defendant could have brought the files so that they could speak about the court case with the other. If the conversation had taken a wrong turn, that could most certainly be a motive for murder."

"What makes you so sure the defendant brought the files?" Niamh asked.

"His fingerprints were found on the files, after all. While the murder weapon had no prints, there was an abundance of the defendant's fingerprints on the files," Prosecutor Bullgard explained.

"Does the defense have any questions about this?" the judge asked.

Niamh hesitated before shaking her head. "No. But the defense wishes to call a witness."

"And who might your witness be?" Prosecutor Bullgard questioned.

"I wish to call the defendant, Carson, to the witness stand to testify about the files and why he had them in his possession!" Niamh exclaimed, finger pointing at the empty witness stand.

What I would give to know what she hoped to accomplish with this move.

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New book, fresh start.

So yeah.

I finally came up with a name. It makes like 0 sense right now, but it will all come to light soon enough.

I still can't believe we're already on book three.

Where has the time gone?

-Digital