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Raymond Shields: You know, it's strange hearing you call Von Karma Manfred. I know he's supposed to be our friend now, but it sounds so alien. I mean I've hated him for as long as I've known him. I guess times are changing. Better prepare the office for this new change, huh Mr. Edgeworth?

Dick Gumshoe: That's right, Babe! It turns out that there was a hostage inside the box and I rescued him! Don't worry, I'll make it up to ya. This time, I know the perfect place we can meet where there's nobody around. Don't worry, I'll check when we go in to make sure there are no criminals or hostages.

{The glider was from a google image search. Unfortunately, I can't find the image}

Tyrell Badd: Who'd have thought Chief abandoned us in order to protect us?

Byrne Faraday: I didn't think he was a Smuggling Ringleader. Guess we really didn't know Greg.

Tyrell Badd: I wouldn't say that. We all keep some secrets from each other. It doesn't mean we don't know each other.

Byrne Faraday: I suppose you make a good point. But, it doesn't mean we fully know each other either.

Tyrell Badd: .... perhaps.

Byrne Faraday: It has made me think a lot about our legal system. If two smugglers could easily take on the leadership of a Chief Prosecutor and Chief Detective, there's no telling how many other smugglers are in the leadership of our Justice.

Tyrell Badd: ....

Byrne Faraday: We can't guarantee that one of them will betray the Ring like Greg. We might need to deal with those corrupt criminals outside the Justice System. The one thing that Debeste feared the most was the media. Unfortunately, a majority of the media isn't allowed in certain places and those above the law can easily drive them out or do what Debeste did to Rachael Newslayday. What this country needs is a Robin Hood, someone who can expose the truth secretly, while concealing themselves.

Tyrell Badd: You're not thinking...?

Byrne Faraday: Just a thought, though I'm certain Gregory has thought about it, if he hasn't done so already. He does have connections.

Tyrell Badd: .... I don't believe in doing anything outside the law. Though... I'm certain Chief has already beaten us to this Robin Hood idea.

{It was from Gregory's Lapel in Miles Edgeworth Investigations 2. The mixup was, because I did use Phoenix's badge from Dual Destinies before I remembered that Gregory had one in Investigations 2}

Wendy Oldbag: Hmph, I suppose this isn't too bad for a first date.

Damon Gant: HAHAHAHAHA! So, zero out of ten?

Wendy Oldbag: Hmm.... *smirk* I'll think about it, after we finish.

Damon Gant: Fair enough. It's not like I have much competition anyways.

Wendy Oldbag: Oh, I wouldn't say that. True, I never got any dates from Greggy and the best date he ever gave his loved one was behind the bars of the Detention Center, but that doesn't mean I've never been on one before.

Damon Gant: Ooof, guess I've got some work to do.

Lana Skye: So, you say that you're a real psychic with ESP?

Mia Fey: Well... in training. I still haven't summoned my first spirit yet. Most of the time, I'm training under an icy cold waterfall. I can sense spirits of the dead though. I'm sure Maya will grow up to be more powerful than me.

Maya Fey: *giggles*

Lana Skye: It's not scientific and I would not believe there's such thing... had I not seen it in Gregory Edgeworth's Trial. I'm certainly interested in observing and experimenting this to understand the science behind this.

Mia Fey: I can teach you, if you're willing to see for yourself.

Lana Skye: Well, the definition of science is observation. I shall observe. Teach me!

Mia Fey: Alright, but it's gonna cost ya. I've heard this place has this delicious food called a burger. Could you show me where I can find one?

Lana Skye: That will be easy. There's a place about two blocks from the Police Department that sell the most delicious burgers. We can meet at 10:00 and I can show you where.

Mia Fey: Sure. Hey Mom, think you can take us?

Misty Fey: Hehehe of course, Sweetheart. It's good to see you making new friends.

Bonnie Young: Once a scoundrel, always a scoundrel. Though, I suppose a scoundrel is needed to bring the real criminals to Justice. Just as long as he never returns back to the force, I suppose I have no complaints for now. Now, his son... there's hope for him yet.

Serena Von Karma Hamilton: After all these years, I'm overjoyed to see Papa back to his old self again.

Fredrick Karma: Agreed. To think that he was keeping us in the shadows for our sakes. Though, I'm certain that he has more crimes he must face back at home.

Serena Von Karma Hamilton: Either way, as Von Karma's we must continually support Papa and continue the ways of perfection, while we are in this country.

Fredrick Karma: Agreed. I can start by looking into this International Smuggling Ring.

Serena Von Karma Hamilton: And, I can collect information, using my status. Word of mouth can be a very powerful tool, especially within the high ranks of the Elites.

Fredrick Karma: Inform me, if you find anything. In the meantime, I can start my investigation with Gregory Edgeworth. I suspect he is hiding more than what he has revealed to the courts, especially concerning these Ex Smugglers.

Manfred Von Karma: We shall return back home. From there, I can settle things regarding my passed cases. There are many of them I still feel uncertain.

Martha Von Karma: Agreed, but what about Earnest?

Manfred Von Karma: I understand your concerns. For right now, he is only a mere spy for us and his skeletons don't effect us. I'm certain they will eventually come back to bite him.

Martha Von Karma: How scandalous. Anyways, I've prepared the bed.

Manfred Von Karma: Is that so. And, the whip?

Martha Von Karma: Oh Dear, you know I always bring the whip on any and every occasion.

Manfred Von Karma: *smirks* Then, let us not waste anytime. I intend on winning, this time, in this game of Charades.

Martha Von Karma: We shall see who the victor is this round, Freddy. *raises whip* My record has not been beaten yet.

Fransizka Von Karma: Mama!

Martha Von Karma: See, even our child agrees.

Manfred Von Karma: Devil woman.

Bruce Goodman: I'm sure going to miss working with Detective Gant. At least I'll get to have my own office. Hahaha, maybe I'll get to be the Lead Detective in the next Homicide Case! I hear young Miles is planning on becoming a Prosecutor someday. Does that mean he'll eventually have a trial against Mr. Edgeworth. Whoa, I wonder what that will be like.

Larry Butz: Can you believe that Miles gets to get out of school for a whole week!? That's no fair!

Phoenix Wright: Well, he was kidnapped and had been on the run from his kidnapper. Also, I think he just wants to spend time with his new family.

Larry Butz: Well... yeah, but still. And, there's that Assistant Woman with Pops. They kinda looked like they had a thing going on in court.

Phoenix Wright: Really? *gasp* Do you think...? Maybe Pops has finally found his special someone?

Larry Butz: Maybe, though her face seemed a bit different when she woke up from the Lobby.

Sowy Hem: Grrrr, this is no fair! Blaise promised to get us out Scott free! I swear, the moment I see his face, I'm going to tell it to him straight, then make our escape when we get the chance.

Tyler Brook: Well, this can't get any-

Sowy Hem: Don't say it! You know the moment you say that, it always gets...

Anna Debeste: Hello boys!

Sowy Hem: Worse. Uh oh.

Anna Debeste: You know, that was an interesting conversation you had about escaping and telling it to my  husband straight. I'm sure the Security Guards would love to hear this and Blay even more so.

Sowy Hem: *gulp* Me and my big mouth.

Tyler Brook: Yours, not mine.

Marvin Grossberg: I know we've had our disagreements, but I still don't understand why you never told me about you and Edgeworth's history.

Robert Hammond: It was personal and you were quick to judge his character.

Marvin Grossberg: And, you've never held the same opinion about Prosecutor Von Karma, not that I would blame you, but...

Robert Hammond: ... *sigh* point taken. At least the man is willing to pay for his crimes. It's not everyday you have a corrupt lawyer that is willing to look at themselves in the mirror, go forward and admit their criminality. Perhaps, I should also do the same.

Dane Gustavia: Son, I want you to make me a promise. No matter what happens to me or what Isaac has done, don't ever turn out like me. Once you take a life, you can never take it back. Do you understand?

Simon Keyes: Yes, Father.

Horace Knightly: Mr. Gustavia...

Dane Gustavia: Don't turn out like your father either. I know your father tricked you with the intention of selling your friend off. Take care of him. I don't want you boys to turn out like Isaac and I did. Can you promise me that?

Horace Knightly: Y-Yes sir. I'll protect Simon... wait, what were our real  names again? I forgot.

Simon Keyes: Our last names were given to us by the orphanage, but I think we got our first names switched, because of our amnesia.

Horace Knightly: So, my name is Simon and you're Horace? ... This is going to be uber confusing.

Mrs. Newslayday: I know these past nine years have been a mess, but I still would like to know just what it is you see in his man?

Rachael Newslayday: (channeled by MistyFey) Hehehe you really want to know, Mother?

Mrs. Newslayday: Yes. Is that even a question?

Rachael Newslayday: To tell you the truth, it was his eyes. Gregory Edgeworth has very nice eyes.

Mrs. Newlayday: ....

Jennifer Newslayday: HAHAHAHAHAHA! That's my sister for ya! I'll admit, Greg does have the Clark Kent eyes, glasses and all.

Rachael Newslayday: Actually, I was thinking more like Atticus Finch.

Jennifer Newslayday: ....

Mrs. Newslayday: .... my lance!

Miles Edgeworth: HAHAHAHAHA! Knew it! See Father, I told ya you looked like Atticus Finch.

Gregory Edgeworth: Son, go do your homework.

JANUARY 2, 6:27 PM
HIDDEN HIDEOUT

I had Dick look after my son, while I was away to meet with my friends. There was something I needed to take care of. Now, that Blaise is gone and the Smuggling Ring was officially crippled, it is the best time for the official meeting. Now, that I think about it, it's been about five years since our last meeting. This time, with Blaise's execution around the corner, I had to update some things.

We decided to have our meeting inside the secret hideout in the shelter beneath the Happy Family Home orphanage where Patricka Roland worked at. After I had taken out Patricka, I bought her a plane ticket to Las Angeles, California where she had bought out an abandoned house for a fairly cheap price, then turned it into an orphanage. She took in abandoned children from all over that needed a place to stay. Not just orphans, but children whose parents could not support them for whatever reason. The children became her family.

She wasn't the last person. The next one was Bobby Duble, who found a job in Zang Fa as a body double for the President there. He left the Ring, because he abandoned his job as a Smuggler. He was always a coward, but I couldn't find it in myself to take a life, so I sent him as far away as possible. He mostly would avoid any invitations to meetings. I was surprised to hear he'd meet up for this one.

https://youtu.be/g5DftwJZ-SY

"Greggy darling, it's nice to talk with you normally!" Patricka said ecstatic, approaching me as she spread her arms to hug and kiss me.

"No hugs and kisses!" I stated as Patricka put down her arms and just stared at me with slightly furrowed eyebrows. I grinned before Patricka cracked up laughing, then gave me a bear hug and a peck on the cheek.

"You clown! You know we're all family here."

"I heard about the trial from Patty. I was so worried you wouldn't make it and Blaise would find me. If he did, I don't know what I'd do. I don't ever wanna think about it!" Bobby trembled in fear, covering his semi wrinkly face.

"I didn't mean to worry you," I said.

"You never mean to worry anyone, Greggy Dear. You're always thinking about other people and neglect to see how much we worry by not telling us. I have to have Nicolas update me on everything!" Patricka stated, sounding upset.

"Ah, I guess Nick told you about the trial. Him and Larry got themselves in a bit of trouble during the trial."

"Hmph, well, boys will be boys, as they say. I was scared to death when he told me about what happened to Miles. I'm glad you both are doing okay. You know, if something were to happen to that boy, he can always join our family."

"Thanks for the offer, but I already told you I have plans for my son," I assured. Though, in reality, I don't want my son being involved in anything to do with the Smuggling Ring, even Ex Smugglers. I wouldn't even allow Raymond to care for Miles, if I was to pass away.

"Just letting you know that the offer is still up, if you change your mind."

"By the way, are we going to start the meeting?" Bobby asked.

"We still need to wait for our third member," I said.

"W-Wait, you don't mean... I knew I shouldn't have come. See, this is the reason why I avoid these meetings!"

https://youtu.be/IG5bVBGEwWw

"You're not talking about me, are you?" The third member asked with his smirky grin, along with his laboratory retriever.

"Good to see you too, Han," I grinned, offering my hand.

Sirhan Dogen, or Han as I'd like to call him, was the last ex smuggler I saved. He was actually a spy, much like Patricka, only one that was assigned to kill Blaise Debeste by Patricka's request. Unfortunately, that resulted in extreme interrogation that involved placing chemicals in his eyes, blinding him permanently. I was assigned to, once again, take out Han. I hid him inside a train, then gave him a dog that was raised as a Seeing-Eye Dog before sending him on his way. He has since helped protect me and my son, since leaving the Ring. He was also the one that told me the location of Simon Keyes and Horace Knightly.

"A-Ah Uh H-H-Hi um uh D-D-Dogens-sir," Bobby greeted, trembling in fear.

"Hehehehe still a coward as always, right Anubis?" Han responded, petting his lab.

"Anyways, there's a reason I called all of you here. As you know, Blaise's Execution is cutting close and, after that, the contract will expire," I explained.

"Oh yes, that is certainly a problem," Patricka agreed.

"Contract?" Bobby asked with widened eyes.

"See, this is exactly why you need to come to these meetings, Bobby Darling. You would know exactly what we're talking about."

"Wh-What contract are you talking about!?"

https://youtu.be/Uc8lQJCUlz8

"It wouldn't happen to be our contract, would it be, Mr. Edgeworth?" A certain mysterious voice asked calmly with a gentleman-like voice.

"W-W-Wait... is that... n-n-n-no way! I'm out! I'm gah!" Bobby cried cowardly as Patricka stopped him by grabbing the back collar of his shirt.

"Put a sock in it and grow a pair, why don't ya!" Patricka said, putting Bobby into submission.

"Good to see you again, Mr. De Killer," I greeted, taking off my hat, then taking a bow.

"Same to you. Though, I could not help, but overhear something about our contract?" Shelly asked.

"Yes. Blaise's Execution Date will be in five years."

"What about it?"

"If your client gives you an assignment, then dies before you can finish it, then that assignment officially expires."

"... that is true. Although, I don't see how that is a problem with you. Shouldn't that be a good thing, Mr. Edgeworth?"

"... it is, but..."

"Something has happened. I hope you're not intending on going against our deal. That would be... very bad on you, Mr. Edgeworth," Shelly said, his voice showing a hint of threat. His voice alone was enough to send chills down anyone's spine, including mine, but...

"Of course not! It's not about me."

"... I see. Then, what is it about then? I'm listening."

"... I think it would be better if you heard it from your son's mouth."

"... Nicolas?"

"Gregory, you can't be serious! Don't you dare! Don't you dare-" Patricka cried out in panic before being cut off.

"It's okay, Ma," an echo was heard from the voice of a little boy. The voice that made the entire room dead silent. You could hear a pin drop. "I've... always known... who I was." Small footsteps began echoing as the shadow of a small child with spiky hair began approaching, slowly growing larger. "You don't have to hide it anymore." There, in front of the steps was the small boy I knew far too well... Nick...

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"I don't believe Daddy hates me. I just can't. If I accept that, then... I'd rather forget about him!" Nick cried out to me before I held him in my arms, allowing him to cry on my white collared shirt.

"I understand and your father doesn't hate you. I'll help you, I promise," I promised, then after some moment of allowing him to cry, I looked at him. "But Nick, how did you know?"

"I heard you say Daddy's name. Shelly De Killer. He talks to me sometimes over the phone or in secret. He told me not to tell anyone my real name or else people will try to kill me, because I'm a De Killer. When I heard what you said in your trial, I knew it was you. You were the one that changed my name to Nicolas Douglas, weren't you? That's why Daddy didn't kill Miles. Daddy wouldn't make a deal that goes against his clients, unless it involves me."

"..."

"That's also why you encouraged me to have sleepovers with Miles too. You... You knew Daddy wouldn't go through with his target, if I was friends with Miles. You must've been scared Daddy would kill Miles, if anything was to happen to you. That's why..."

"... Nick..."

"It's okay, I know your feelings for me are genuine. I don't believe you're the kind of person that would lie about your feelings towards someone, even if you're using them. That's why... Pops, I want you to take me to Daddy. I don't want you to be burden with anymore bad things that will send you to jail. You've done so much to protect me for Daddy's sake. Now, it's my turn to return the favor."

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"Nicolas... son..." Shelly said in a strangely affectionate voice no one would ever dare to expect to come from the most deadly assassin in the country.

"Daddy, I want to take on the De Killer name," Nick announced.

"N-Nicolas, don't! Y-You know what will happen!" Patricka pleaded, covering her head.

"Please, Ma. I-If I don't, then... Pops will be found out and thrown in jail for creating a fake identification. My name isn't Nicolas Douglas. I can't hide that anymore. I don't want to cause trouble for anyone, especially not Pops. Please Daddy, let me take the De Killer name!"

"... I'm afraid I can't, young Nicolas. You know I won't allow you to make that decision until you're 15," Shelly said.

"... but?" I added as Shelly turned his head to me, then gave a simple nod, before turning back to Nick.

"If you are willing to take on the De Killer name, I can prepare you with the right guide."

"If I may add in a suggestion. There is someone I know personally that would be willing to adopt Nick, if he was a De Killer, and change his name. His name is Pat Roland, Patricka's brother, but many call him... the Phantom."

"Phantom. I've heard of him. You believe young Nicolas will be safe with him as a De Killer?"

"Very. He can also decide freely what he wants to do in his life. He can grow up to live like a normal citizen with a decent job and any name of his choosing legally or he can be an assassin and live up to the De Killer name. It will be ultimately his choice."

"... I see."

"I thought Pat Roland was murdered," Nick said.

"Everyone thinks so, because he was taken out by the Smuggling Ring, but that was no more than a fake murder made to prevent anyone from finding the head Ringleader of the Smuggling Ring itself," I explained.

"You mean... the head of the International Smuggling Ring is...?"

"Yes, Pat Roland. That's why Patricka went in as a spy. She wasn't intending on taking revenge against her brother, but to stop him. Unfortunately, it's easier said than done and she almost paid it with her life. Her betrayal and sentence to be taken out was the first step to the Phantom's loss of complete control. The Smuggling Ring was originally made to help those at Themis Legal Academy of the low income pay for their tuition. Eventually, it grew to the bloodbath you see today. Unfortunately, Pat Roland couldn't return back, after starting the Ring or else he'd find himself dead or executed by the police."

"Interesting. I'm not in deep favor for the Smuggling Ring, but perhaps I could use this to my advantage, since my son wishes to not put any illegality on you, Mr. Edgeworth," Shelly said. I could sense he was already plotting what to do with this information.

"I-I-I don't know about this. G-G-Gregory, you have to consider. This is crazy! You have De Killer's son that's going to be raised by the Ph-Ph-Phantom!" Bobby cried fearfully.

"Hehehe indeed. This certainly will prove to be far more interesting than most other meetings," Hans mirked, petting his dog. "Perhaps I should take a boy from your place under my wing, Patty. I've become far interested in one in particular."

"Don't you dare, Dogen!" Patricka almost screamed.

"Hehehehe always taking me so seriously."

"... as long as I'm not causing anyone trouble, I'll let Pat Roland adopt me. I'm... not afraid," Nick said, putting on a brave face.

"Nick...." I said sorrowfully, I knew this was going to be the biggest change for Nick.

"Don't worry, Pops. Thank you for everything. Once I take on the De Killer name, I'll come back. You'll see! I already had created my own calling card," Nick promised as I nodded, putting on a fake smile. Honestly, I didn't believe that would ever happen.

"I'll leave him to you. In the meantime, I'll... prepare destroy the last remaining evidence of my crime," I said.

"When you do, please place this card there with all the fake ID of me," Nick said, handing me a card he made himself. 

"Very well. It seems... we have updated our contract," Shelly agreed.

I walked upstairs to Patricka's office with all the Birth Certificates and Social Security Cards of all the children of the Happy Family Home orphanage. There, I took out every documentation I made of Nicolas Douglas. It would be easy to destroy these documentations, except there's also record of him at his school, Doctor's Offices, the Courts from his testimony in court and other places. If I am to exterminate the name Nicolas Douglas, it would be a very slow process, much like the adoption procedures.

Luckily, contacting Pat Roland would only be a simple phone call away. As I dialed  his number on the phone, I began staring at the purple card Nick gave me of a phoenix with blue fire. On the front, it had was written Nicolas De Killer.

Oh Nick.

TO BE CONTINUED.... maybe?