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February 18, 9:50 PM
Samsisahwt Warehouse No. 2
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“We’ve reached the location.” The red headed, male said. “No sign of the intruder, but there's a glass window up top. Initiating capture procedure Alpha 2B.” The brunette pulled out her glass cutter and cut a hole. She and the male scaled down the wall with their grappling equipment, and stealthily walked down the hall. They spotted a door that was ajar further down. The diamond smugglers were supposedly in there. The brunette cocked her gun, trying not to let it echo through the chamber. She crouched down and got her weapon ready to fire. “There’s a light and shadows coming out from it.” She added. “We’re going in. Cover us, Sarah.”
The woman listening to their calls on the other line nodded. “You guys are clear, but stay sharp and be careful. It could be a trap!” The brunette, named Rachel looked at the redhead, Brad who nodded in return.
The two slunk down the hallway to the door, turning around and pointing their guns behind them. The looked at each other and nodded. Brad positioned his foot on the door, making it slowly open. He then pulled his leg back and busted it open with his foot.
“Freeze!" Rachel cried, but found her voice leave her as she looked down to what was going on below her. She lowered her gun and her eyes widened as she looked at her partner, who was wide eyed himself. The tension in the room could easily be cut with a knife.
There, on the ground, was their chief, kneeling down over a body of a woman that was bleeding out from the stomach. The poor victim was laying down on her stomach with her hands sprawled out over her head in a defensive position. Rachel looked down and saw that the chief’s issued gun was in her left, dominant hand and her right hand and knees were bloody, but not her yellow suit jacket. Her hair was neatly combed as well. The woman’s dark skin was gray as she looked up to the two who had come in at the very very wrong time.
“Ch-Chief?!” Rachel squeaked out, afraid that she and Brad were about to be her next victims. The Chief stood up and dropped her weapon, holding her hands out in front of her.
Sarah, the agent in charge of the operation, radioed in. “Anything?” she asked. Rachel’s hand was shaking furiously as she picked up her radio. “Y-Yeah, we got a suspect.” She said, her voice audibly and noticably trembling. “What’s wrong?! Who is it?!” Sarah demanded, afraid that she already knew the answer.
“Phaedra Shannon.” Rachel responded quietly.
Feburary 19, 1:14 AM
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“I think we are all in a bit of a shock, Sarah.” Brad said as the second in command of the division paced her boss’s office with a mix of worry and anger. She shook her head, her curly dark brown hair falling daintily on her shoulders. “I knew something was wrong when she didn’t even show up this entire week. Dammit…”
“Sarah, it’s not your fault.” Rachel said, trying to comfort her. “It’s not even the Chief’s fault. She was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.” Sarah leaned in toward her. “How do you know? Is it your superpower, Miss Sherlock Holmes?"
Rachel glared back at her. “No. It’s quite simple, actually. But you’re too busy looking at the trees and not the forest as usual.” Sarah leaned back and leaned her bottom against her boss’s desk, her arms folding on top of each other. “And what’s that? What makes it so obvious?”
“She raised us, sis.” Rachel responded. Sarah scoffed and started to walk toward the other side of the transparent walled room. “Anyone in this business is dangerous and not to be trusted, Rach. That includes the woman who happened to raise us when Mom and Dad went missing!”
“You’re just so heartless!” Rachel exploded, getting two different looks from Brad and Sarah. She took a second to calm down. “Listen, she didn’t kill that woman. There wasn’t enough blood.” Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Brad just said that there was a pool of blood still gushing from her stomach. That means that it happened seconds before you two walked in.”
Rachel shook her head. “If blood was gushing everywhere, then that meant that when the bullet entered that woman’s spleen, it would have hit the Chief’s ostenatious yellow jacket, which by the way is really odd because she normally wears darker tones. The way she was holding it, granted in her dominant hand, wasn’t in a position that she would have fired her gun when we came in.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Well sometimes, people get into altercations and accidents happen.” She countered. Rachel smirked. “There wasn’t.” She answered simply. “Really?” Sarah asked sarcastically.
Rachel smiled. “Really. If there was a physical altercation, why was the Chief’s hair nice and tidy? From how I see it, the Chief kneeled down to help the woman, hence why her hideous yellow pants were all bloodied up. That’s when we came in.”
Brad clapped. “Excellent deductions as usual! Your photographic memory is truly something.” She smiled. “You should try to have one too, maybe then you won’t forget your wife’s birthday!”
Sarah was about to reign her sister in when the phone rang. “This is Sarah Martin.” She greeted. “…Yes ma’am…why?” She squinted at Rachel. “Very well. I’ll send her in.” She hung up the phone without saying goodbye. “Chief wants you down at the LAPD Detention Center. She wants to talk to you.”
“Me?” Rachel asked, slightly surprised. “Why? What about Brad?” Sarah sighed. “She asked for you and I don’t know what for, now go.” She said, dismissing her sister as she normally did. Rachel got up begrudgingly and walked out, grumbling about her sister for the 8th time that day.
February 19, 9:22 AM
Detention Center
Rachel nodded at the officer on duty. “Phaedra Shannon, please.” She said. The officer nodded and showed her through the door. She sat down on the uncomfortable metal chair and waited for her boss to come out.
She saw her walk out with an unusual timid look on her face. Her normal pretty dark eyes normally sparkled a little. She seemed very serious at first glance, and even terrifying and menacing, but when she took Rachel and Sarah in when their parents disappeared, she saw a side of her she never thought she would ever see. Phaedra Shannon was a good friend of her family as she was the one that introduced her father to her mother. She knew on that evening when she came home from the last day of 5th grade that Phaedra was just as heartbroken to find out her parents went MIA as she was.
Phaedra sat down on the metal chair. “Hello, Rachel.” She said, flashing her a weak smile. Rachel could tell she felt so small. “Chief, what happened?” she asked. Phaedra shook her head. “Sweetie, I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.” She said. “Unfortunately, your sister thinks otherwise.”
Phaedra then pulled something out of her back pocket. She slid it through the divider. “I need you to go to this address.”
Rachel looked at the paper. "Here?” she asked. Phaedra nodded. “Yes. I heard from my old friend, Penny Nichols that the man who works there is really good at getting people out of jams when there’s a lot of decisive evidence stacked against them. They say he has a gift of seeing through people’s lies as well, and I want him to represent me. I’d like for you to go out and see if he can come here to talk to me. If you go in person, it’s better. Besides, he didn’t give me a number.”
Rachel nodded and looked down at the address that was sprawled in a tousled font. She memorized it immediately and handed it back to her. “Right.” Phaedra said with a smile. “I forgot about your gift.” She said.
Rachel smiled. “I’ll do it. I’ll ask him myself.” She said. Phaedra breathed out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you, dear. I knew I could count on you.” She said. Rachel started to get up and walk out when she thought of something else. “Wait, Chief?”
Phaedra looked up at her and raised her brows. “Yes?” She said. Rachel motioned for the guards to give her a second. “What’s this attorney’s name?” she asked.
“His name…is Phoenix Wright.”