Sephiroth hissed as he was yanked over, glaring at Edgeworth and Dimitri. He didn’t want to shake off the situation as things sounded genuine. However, he didn’t want to cause undue drama either.
“What is going on?” Edgeworth hissed with more firmness in his voice than before. “I have reason to believe that there has been an attempt on our lives. The mail must be sorted with extreme care and backtraced. Dimitri has found an enevelope with white powder in it. Anthrax bioterrorism was a common statement around the world since the early 1990s, and had been used before then…”
He glared at Dimitri. “I am taking no chances. He needs decontamination, as does this entire building if infected. Do not touch your mail.”