Leader Gavin crossed his legs atop a wooden desk that was now undeniably his, laphazardly munching on the leg of a lobster without really registering the crash as he pushed a glittering golden plate onto the floor. The hundreds of remnants created in the process lost their sheen whilst sprawled on the cool marble, surrounded by a plethora of the previous Leader's documents that had also been thrown aside.
"Gumshoe!" The blonde yelled with a self-satisfied smirk and half a lobster limply hanging in his left hand. The Guards' Captain nervously walked up bloodied marble steps (remnants of a certain spiky-haired rebel still tainting them) to dodge various shards of rare china, gold and exotic antiques all scattered on the floor, all submerged in complimentary pools of Da-Hong Pao tea which he had to grasp his contrastingly muddy coat-tails in order to avoid tarnishing.
"Sir, why are all the valuables on the floo-" Leader Gavin shrugged;
"Get me another lobster."
"That's not actually my job, pal-"
"Don't 'pal' me or I'll cut your neck." Gavin smiled sweetly and the Guards' Captain's mottled green back was immediately disappearing at an alarming rate down a flight of exquisite marble stairs.

After many more rare artefacts had been demolished - to the eye-twitching disgust of passing servants Diego Armando and Simon Blackquill -, a somehow anomalously built man in a sleek black guards' uniform which appeared to have been modified with the addition of dark green stitching approached Leader Gavin, sporting a peculiarly large, greasy quiff atop his head which bounced stiffly with each movement made. Winston Payne appeared blissfully ignorant of the burning glare being bestowed upon his pathetic stature as he tardily arrived at the desk his superior was regally residing at with crossed arms.
"What?" Leader Gavin spat instantly upon registering the presence of the other individual who was impolitely blocking his fantastic view of the jewel-encrusted Shakespeare whom he'd previously chucked several expensive plates at.
"Maya Fey's gone behind your back. I thought you might be interested." Payne coyly smiled as he touched his unsettlingly oily hair.
"I don't know who that is."
"One of the guards down at death row."
"And how exactly have they 'gone behind my back'?" Leader Gavin sourly pursed his lips, opening one a drawer and swiftly chucking a tatty crimson keyring out whilst maintaining eye-contact. The other man was unfazed.
"They were letting out one of the criminals. They said they could forgive being gay." Leader Gavin gave a shark-like grin, leaning forwards upon the barren desk eagerly.
"Describe the criminal."
"They had weird hair like a hedgehog or something and-"
"Stop." Leader Gavin smiled, interlocking his hands beneath his chin atop the table. They remained in silence as the lobster arrived with a worried Gumshoe and a gush of steam traipsing behind. Payne gave a halfwit, toothy, withering smile:
"Do I get a reward, sir? For telling you?"

Phoenix was uncomfortably perched in a room upon a simplistic chair. There was nothing within reach: his torso was met only with a matching countertop. Waiting. His mouth was dry, he'd have committed another crime if it meant that he'd receive the refreshing gratification of a cold, overly-priced bottle of Evian. A brunette walked into the room on the opposite side of an oppressive glass wall with thoughtfully placed holes in the centre. Blue eyes looked to her pleadingly, assessing the oversized white coat and curiously rose-tinted glasses, but her own eyes appeared to have taken a different interest. It was almost romantic, how wistful she was as she tenderly cupped the startlingly green box of Snackoos in one hand, one of the items the box housed gingerly gripped between the thumb and forefinger of the other, her pink chapstick glittering beneath the dim lighting as her lips neared and enveloped the snack wholly; the criminal had assumed that, after this event, he would be shown some form of attention and that she would feign formality, but Phoenix found himself simply gawking at the woman finish an entire pack, one by one, before chucking it away, hollow, and revealing a brand new one from her inner pocket.

"Um, excuse me," He finally breathed.
"Yeah?" She went back to munching through the new pack immediately.
"I was told I could tell you the truth behind Leader Edgeworth's attempted suicide,"
"Uh huh."
"He didn't commit suicide, Kristoph Gavin shot him..." Phoenix trailed off as he realised she was not paying any attention to him at all, the sound of Snackoo infrastructure mercilessly crumbling when faced with human teeth - the epitome of calcium - filling the barren room.
"Please hear me out." He tapped the thick glass with gritted teeth, making her look up.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening."
"My name's Phoenix Wright. I know about what happened that evening."
"Ema Skye. Forensics leader."
"Kristoph Gavin shot Leader Edgeworth. It's a set-up."
"Prove it." She stated between the garble of consumption. Phoenix eyed her dryly;
"Can't you see? The Leader himself corroborates my story. Why on earth would he just sign off his entire legacy to one of his employees who'd committed a crime?"
"How do you know what happened?"
"Leader Edgeworth told me."
"Then it's hearsay." The pair stared at each other head on for what seemed to be forever, neither backing down, with only the mild disturbance of Snackoos present to disrupt them. Phoenix eventually caved in, wobbling as he took in a large vat of air.
"Let me prove it, then."
"Prove what? Leader Edgeworth is suffering from depression. He-"
"No he isn't!" The spiky-haired man rose to his feet at the accusatory assumption spouted by Ema Skye, both of his hands firmly planted upon the wavering glass barrier separating them with splayed fingers and his voice bordering on the tenuous pretence of shouting.
"And you're the doctor with a PHD, huh." Crossed arms.
"I have an intimate knowledge of depression, at least." Phoenix glared at her:
"He's not depressed. Gavin threatened him into signing off then tried to murder him so he could take over immediately-"

The door on Phoenix's side swung open with a bang, sharply hitting him in the head and making the world spin.