Aerith, Tifa & Yuna

[Tifa Lockhart]

((OK Yunie, we decided to power on ahead without you for a bit, just to get to the point where you can join in properly. ^^))

Franziska and Lang had been carefully pulling apart every database and file repository that interpol had for several days, and they'd not turned up even the smallest lead on where Edgeworth had been relocated too. They couldn't even find so much as a new name or a new occupation record.
"This is ridiculous!" she shrieked at last, whipping the desk in front of her viciously in her agitation. "I don't care how clever the police protection program is, NO ONE can make a person completely untraceable. There's always some little detail they overlook that can lead perfectly to the person."
She began to swear in German - and several other languages that she knew - fed up with the lack of progress.

[The Painted Lady]

It was during Franziska's episode that Lang walked through the door. But there was no smoldering look of irritation in his expression today. In fact, there was a look of triumph in his eyes as he removed his glasses. And there was a file under his arm.
"No need for such words my feisty femme. I think I have what you're looking for."

[Tifa Lockhart]

Franziska turned to Lang the moment he spoke, and she practically attacked him.
"You found something? What did you find!?" she demanded, trying to take the file from him.

[The Painted Lady]

"Now, now," Lang grinned, holding the file above her head. He seemed to be getting great amusement out of her reaction.
"You'll have to be nicer than that, Little Miss."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Do not make me hurt you, Lang," she snarled, glaring at him darkly. "What did you find?"

[The Painted Lady]

Lang just laughed. He was hardly cowed by her behavior at all.
"A lead," he replied simply.
He moved past her, closing the door behind him, to take a seat on the corner of Franziska's desk.
He paused.
"...You know, you're pretty cute when you're mad," he teased, happy to stall his reveal just for her reaction.

[Tifa Lockhart]

"So help me, Lang..." she snarled, stalking across the room to slam her hands down on her own desk, glaring darkly at him.
"You don't want to know the things i WONT do to you if you don't give me that supposed 'lead' of yours..." she leaned right over the desk, her angry expression becoming more of a taunt than anything.

[The Painted Lady]

Lang barked another laugh.
"You really do mean business, huh?"
He smirked, crossing his leg over his knee casually.
"It seems my pups are more loyal to me than I realised. After some very religious digging around, tracking of possible flights your brother could have taken eight years ago and analysing of every suspicious person in the U.K. with a fine-tooth comb, one of my men - who incidentally was part of my squad for that memorable Cohdopia embassy case - recognised the face on the profile of a one 'B. Hunter'."
He opened the file, tapping the photo paper-clipped to the top left corner.
"This was his record for a teaching course six years back in London. Highlighted for its conveniently incomplete information. No note of kin or any background at all, really. It was dismissed by Interpol as no threat, but the file remained in storage until it's redundancy period. We're lucky to have found it."

[Tifa Lockhart]

Franziska's eyes lit up with fires when she leaned over the file and peered at the face in the photo. Sure, the name and clothes were all wrong... but that glare was Miles, no doubt about it.
"That's him!" she yelled, slamming her fists on the file gleefully. "Lang you're perfect!" she exclaimed, leaning over the table to place a quick and aggressive kiss to his lips.
"This isn't much, but it's enough... Phoenix Wright should be able to track him down with this information..."
She cackled darkly as she began fishing through her pockets for her cell phone.

[The Painted Lady]

Lang grinned, quite pleased with himself.
"I hope this means you have more of your deal to uphold," he said, standing from the desk, placing a hand in his pocket.

[Tifa Lockhart]

The devillishly evil grin that cracked crookedly across Franziska's lips then was only a tiny implication of what she had in mind for Lang at a later date. Deep down she'd begun doubting that they would ever find Miles, she'd even started talking herself through the scenario where he was actually dead and gone. Now however, she'd been delivered a life-line, and for the first time ever, she couldn't wait to talk to Phoenix.
Pick up you foolishly foolish fool, she snarled mentally as the phone rang. She hadn't considered what time it was for him... but she didn't really care.

[The Painted Lady]

Lang just smirked, walking around behind Franziska's chair, tucking her hair behind her ear to expose her neck and kiss her a little roughly. But he didn't linger to distract her from her call. Instead, he headed for the bathroom. A scolding shower was what he needed now.

After three more rings, the phone was finally answered. It took another six seconds for a very groggy voice to come down the line though.
"That's okay Franziska. I wanted to be awake at 3:24 in the morning," Phoenix greeted, clearly a little grumpy at the interruption to his sleep.

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Shut up, Phoenix Wright you fool," Franziska snapped immediately, her worse-than-usual rudeness was a good sign of her good mood (weirdly enough.) "Listen closely because I'm only telling you this once, I wont be ringing to remind you because you foolishly forgot, this is the ONLY time," she paused a moment to let that particular fact seep into the ex-defense attorney's sleepy brain.
"B. Hunter," she began, putting a large amount of emphasis on this name, "now lives somewhere in London. He's a teacher. That's all we could get you, but if you think it through logically it's actually quite simple to narrow down the possibilities."
She'd hold the line, simply to hear Phoenix's adoration on the other end for her and Lang's efforts. She always had loved to hear that man squirm and beg,

[The Painted Lady]

There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"... And you could have just messaged me this information?"

[Tifa Lockhart]

"You're WELCOME, fool," Franziska snapped angrily. "I was going to accept appreciation for a job well done as payment, but now I may just have to mail you the bill for my long distance phone-calls."