Blackout
Proseuctor Miles Edgeworth walked through a building, it was quiet, dimly lit, but enough to see. His eyes carefully scan the room, dusty, probably some mold in corners. His face scrunched up a little in disgust of the place, but he couldn't have expected much better. He carries on, looking at every detail. "Prosecutor Edgeworth!" A scruffy looking detective approached him, smiling. "Hello, Gumshoe," Edgeworth greets him, his voice calm, his face remains stoic. Gumshoe salutes him, he has a lot of respect for the prosecutor. He turns to lead Edgeworth further into the crimescene. The two walk into a large room, it was messy, a fight definetly took place at somepoint. Edgeworth took notice of some white rope positioned into the shape of a body on a chair, taped down so it wouldn't fall, they couldn't use chalk to outline it so they had to improvise. His eyes narrow as he looked around the scene, studying each and every detail carefully. Blood stained the floor, and some fabric that he assumed fallen from the table. It didn't look like it fallen through the fight, the way its scrunched up made it look like someone did something with it. Edgeworth took out a pair of gloves, putting them on and kneeling to lift it up. He unrolls it, his hands handle it with care just in case it's a piece of evidence. He scans the bloodstained cloth, he turns to Gumshoe. "Run this by the forenstic with the rest of the evidence." He ordered, handing the cloth to Gumshoe, who takes it, with less care but not enough to ruin anything on it. "Yes, sir!" Gumshoe smiled, again, saluting. He wandered off to go speak to other officers. The prosecutor began looking around again, checking to see if there was anymore information he could gain. Edgeworth walks around the scene, each step soft and quiet. He was taking great caution to not ruin any part of the crimescene that will prove to be useful later on. Once they figure out the suspect, he'll be ready to have an airtight case. Perfect.
Edgeworth talks to a few of the officers. Each time, same thing. "No leads." "We don't have any hard evidence to pinpoint someone." Edgeworth grew tired of that answer, there had to be something. Edgeworth stopped asking officers anything regarding suspects. He'll have to wait until something gives a clue, or they find a fingerprint or DNA from another person. He continues his search, coming up with nothing. His jaw clenches a little, he then shakes it off. "No matter," Edgeworth muttered to himself. "Little evidence will have to do," he honestly didn't know if the detectives gathered more evidence or not, so he'd have to wait. It seems the detectives have found most of what was there, Edgeworth decided if he can’t find anything else he has no need to stay there. He’d check the evidence after they’ve been examined and tested for fingerprints, blood, and any other leads to the culprit. He adjusted his blazer as he begins to head out of the building, he focused heading forward, not paying attention to any mold he may see. He didn't want to see it, even if he expected it from the place being old.
Suddenly, the lights flicker, Edgeworth paused for a moment, before continuing. It was an old building, the lights were probably not as good as they used to be, no point in being worried about it. He finally takes a look around, as expected, dust, mold and old furniture. It seems a little too big to be a house, he never even questioned what type of building this used to be. An office, maybe. Whatever it was, it wasn't useful to him, it didn't matter. Edgeworth looked into a room, he didn't see any officers or detectives in it, quiet. He decided to do a quick check throughout it, won't hurt and any leads will help. He went into the room, his eyes darted to each and every little detail of it. He looked up when he heard water drip. A leak, wasn't useful, just a leak. He scans the rest of the ceiling, covered in mold. His eyes trail after a large spider which scurried off into a crack in the wall. He wasn't afraid of spiders, but he definetly didn't want to stay longer then he needed to. His gaze travels across the room, it was pretty empty aside from a desk and a broken spinning chair that squeeked if you tried to turn it at all. He takes a step further into the room, and checked through the drawers of the desk, one was stuck closed. He pulled on it harder, nothing. He went to try again, but he heard a thud coming from upstairs, and officers shouting. He ran out of the room, the lights flicker, and fade. Blackout. Edgeworth couldn't see at all, he reached into his pocket, and grabbed his phone. He flipped it open, using the small light to try and see, it didn't work well. He takes another step forward, then suddenly he felt someone grab him, he stumbled, and was taken into a different room. He squirmed around as one arm is around his chest, while the other is covering his mouth. "Calm down, sir." Edgeworth immediatly stopped moving, "Gumshoe?" He asked. "Quiet." Gumshoe shushed him, Edgeworth wen't silent.
The two remain quiet as they listen to shouting of officers and loud noises. Edgeworth couldn't see, but he was relieved it was Gumshoe and not someone else. A large thud hit the upper floor, the sound of someone dropping to the ground. Edgeworth held his breath as Gumshoe finally let go of him. He was thankful for Gumshoe to have shown up, but he would've preferred if he didn't grab him like that. Light's came back on, Edgeworth blinked to adjust to the light, and so did Gumshoe. An officer came downstairs and looked around. Gumshoe gestured him over. "You must leave the building." The officer said to Gumshoe and Edgeworth, who look at eachother in question. But listen, Gumshoe and Edgeworth quickly exit, Edgeworth put back on his stoic expression as he entered his car, Gumshoe following him.
Edgeworth sat down in his seat, he was a bit surprised at how fast the criminal worked. Surely the police would have seen or heard them if they were in the building, or came inside. He's quiet for a little bit, his gray eyes focused on the wheel. He turned to Gumshoe. "This perpetrator is quick, so we must be quicker."
