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| Roundabout Law In the small, spacious lobby of a court room stood a young man. He was nicely dressed with a suit and tie and seemed to be in his mid-twenties. He wore a plain gold badge on the front of his dark blue jacket. This badge ensured others that this man was an official defense attorney. Next to him stood another man. This one seemed much older, and possibly in his late-thirties. H e was taller and also nicely dressed. He held in his hands a business card which read “Anthony Destra, Attorney at Law.” “Are you sure I’m the man you want to do this?” asked a seemingly confused Tony, “You do realize that your life is in the hands of a mere rookie.” The man looked at Tony with a simple, but serious glare. “Do you not trust my decisions?” asked the man in a rebuking manner, “Do you really think I would put my life in the hands of someone if I didn’t trust their abilities? I did this for you. I knew if I didn‘t get you out of the foolish secretarial duty you have back at the firm, you‘d never experience the true thrill of being a defense attorney!” Tony stood silently as he wondered whether the true thrill of being a defense attorney included feeling sick to ones stomach. In a last ditch effort, Tony fought back one more time. “You’re a legendary lawyer! Robert Stark! People have the utmost respect for you! I still don’t see why I have to do this! Can’t you defend yourself!” Robert glared at Tony again and said, “That respect that you speak of is smeared when your framed for a crime you didn’t commit. I trust you can handle this. Don‘t worry, I‘ll be next to you to guide you through this.” After Robert finished speaking the bailiff entered the room to inform the arguing men that court was about to convene. Tony dawned the face of a distressed man. He was going to defend his friend, the veteran lawyer who taught him everything, whether he liked it or not. With this sudden acceptance of his fate, Tony followed Mr. Stark and the Bailiff into the court room. The court room was filled with spectators eager to watch the fate of the defendant. Seeing all the people did not help Tony’s current state at all. He limped over on the left side of the room to what he though was his desk where he rejoined Robert. In the center of the room sat the Judge in a high pedestal. He was a very generic looking Judge with a bald head and a wavy, gray beard. On the right side of the court room stood a tall, blonde man deep in thought. He seemed to be about the same age as Tony. “That’s Joseph Tortone. He’s the best prosecutor in the country. He’s won much praise for his work though many suspect him of submitting forged evidence and other underhanded tricks.” Tony did not hear everything passed the word best. “He’s the best!” shuddered Tony under his breath, “What have I gotten myself into!” The Judge picked up his gavel and slammed it on his pedestal. All went silent except for the chattering of Tony’s teeth. Ignoring the abnormally loud indication of fear coming from the Defense, the Judge began to speak. “Court is now in session for the trial of Robert Stark! Is the Prosecution ready?” Mr. Tortone lifted his head, bringing himself out of the deep thought he was in before. “The Prosecution is ready your Honor.” The Judge then turned to Tony, looking him directly in the eyes. “Is the Defense ready?” Tony, though seemingly impossible, added yet another ailment to himself by turning white as a sheet but did not reply to the Judge. “Well Mr. Destra, are you ready?” the Judge asked again. Tony’s expression changed immediately and with a big smile and puppy dog eyes he replied with a simple but confused “Yes?” The Judge, pleased with the explanation he was given on the state of the defense continued. “Let us begin. I’d like to remind you men that this is a murder trial. I want nothing but the truth as the outcome. With that said, the prosecution may make its opening statement.” Will Tony be able to defend his best friend, teacher, and veteran attorney Robert Stark or will the renowned Joseph Tortone get the better of him? You’ll have to find out next time because the author has stayed up past his bed time and will be evicted from his house if he does not go to bed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I bet you could have guessed that this is based off of Phoenix Wright. My plan is to make it follow the first trial as strictly as possible. Yea, I thought it was longer then I went to look at it and it turned out to be 1 1/4 pages typed. I can't believe I nuked the original draft down to this. ![]() |

















