Ace Attorney: Council of Crime

Part 44 (Vesgate)

Since it was now February 25, I figured that I should start the day off by going to Interpol's head quarters. I was shocked by what I saw, to say the least.

Officers were swarming everywhere. I gasped and made my way to go the leading officer. He had a western feel about him, which I suppose fit his name of Robert West. I saw it printed on his name tag.

"What's going on?" I asked Mr. West. When he turned, I saw that his badge also had the word 'WARDEN' printed on the bottom of it. I guess he was the head of that local prison.

"There was a crime here, sonny. M was stabbed and N passed out. Both are alive, but due to blood loss and shock respectively, they won't be waking up for a long time," Mr. West answered. "As a matter of fact, we already have a suspect in the matter."

"Really? Who is it?" I asked, swallowing down my shock. Had M really been attacked?! And what about N?!

"His name is Q. He's the head of the tech department around here, though his common name is Sebastian Walker," Mr. West answered. He handed me his handcuffs. "If it would be alright with you, could you go and arrest him so we can take him into detention? He's our prime suspect since he was the only other one in the building when M was stabbed and N got a concussion."

"N got a concussion?!" I sputtered.

"Yeah. He hit his head on the ground real hard, I hear," Mr. West told me in his lazy southern drawl. "Now, you run along and snap them handcuffs on Q. That way, we can leave the crime scene for the forensics people so that they can investigate."

I nodded and walked into the building. It was impressive, to say the least. I followed the signs on the walls to the area labeled 'Q Branch', where a single man sat at his desk, typing away at insane speeds.

"Mr. Q?" I asked the man, not sure if this was the right person.

The man looked up. "What is it? Is something the matter?"

"Q... You're under arrest," I said, flashing the handcuffs.

Q spit took, his coffee flying all over the perfectly polished tile floor. "Wait... What?! Why am I being arrested?! This makes no sense!! I didn't do anything wrong!!"

"You're under suspicion of stabbing M," I answered.

Q got up from behind his desk. "I didn't do it!! I swear!! Why would I feel the need to stab the person who pays me?! It makes no sense!!" Q cried desperately, trying to appeal to my merciful nature.

It wasn't much working.

"Put them up where I can see them," I instructed with narrowed eyes.

Q tried to sputter an excuse madly, but I didn't give him a chance to make anything up. I opened the cuffs and waited for him to comply to my directions of putting his hands in the air.

I explained his rights to him. It was almost effortless these days since I had arrested so many people. Q tried to interrupt and tell me that he didn't do it, but it didn't work. I didn't let him cut me off, mainly since I had to get going. I had to go to the Copen Bridge to meet up with L. L the caller, I mean. Not L the agent.

Speaking of agents, I wondered where everybody else from Interpol had gone. I mean, weren't they all supposed to be back at HQ in between missions?

I guessed that they were all working on the Kuranin case. Today, we had to go and meet up with the mystery caller. The suspense of who they really were was killing me inside. I was used to mysteries I could solve myself in one day, so something like this nagged at me for what seemed like ages.

I found myself walking home after I finished up with my arresting of Q. My hands were stuffed messily in my pockets, searching around for my phone. When I couldn't find it in all of my pockets, I figured that I had been in a rush to get out of the door that morning and forgot it in my haste. Sounds like something I would do.

When I got home, I scrounged my house for my phone. It had to be around here somewhere. It's not like it would just plain disappear. That never happens in real life, right?

Right?

I eventually found my phone sitting on my bedside table. It was still charging. I unplugged it in a swift motion and saw that it was at full charge. I shoved it into my pocket, where it belonged. I figured that if I didn't have my head on my shoulders, I'd lose it every single day.

I finally permitted myself able to go into public, so I brushed my hand through my hair. I was too lazy to really brush it today, so once I was done, I walked for the door.

Instead of actually walking out of my house, I ended up feeling a weird dizzy sensation in the back of my head. Ow.

My hand flew to the back of my head. There was a small amount of blood staining my blue hair. I groaned and tried not to stumble as I made my way for the bandages.

Before I got the chance, pain rushed through my head. I groaned and tripped over my own feet, falling on my face in the process. Gold star. Ten out of ten.

I tried to get up and see who in the world had attacked me, but a third hit to the back of my head made me fall entirely with no choice but to lay there.

My consciousness drifted away as the weapon, a pathetic frying pan, clattered to the ground inches away from my face.

Stupid frying pan.

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-Digital