Les Voix
Week Three of Sigma Training – Day Three – Jame Has Yet to Be Saved
Siriussy had begrudgingly gone back to Sigma Training, after having missed a shite ton of his schoolwork. He wanted to spend all day, every day on searching for Jame, but both Edgylus and Minerver had pointed out that he’d no longer be useful to the Order if he couldn’t win a spot on the Sigma Council. So, he was sitting in Professor Grubbyplank’s boring class—the man was now too nervous to have his students do anything remotely interesting—reading a law textbook. Siriussy, personally, had a strong dislike for the law. He didn’t exactly believe in rules, per se. More acknowledged their existence and then opted to ignore them.
“Sigma Black?” Professor Grubbyplank was trying to get Siriussy’s attention, but for once Siriussy was actually doing what he was supposed to be: reading the fucking textbook.
But it was fine; whatever. In order to pass this course, Siriussy could not be disrespectful or break any rules, nor could he slack on his studies. So, that is why he looked up, slapping on a terribly innocent look, and stating a simple, “I’m sorry?”
“Class is over, Son.”
Siriussy took a brief glance around the room, noticing how all of the other Sigma Trainees had, indeed, vacated the room.
“Ah, apologies,” Siriussy lied. He did not give a shit, but thank Sigma Merlin that his classes for the day were over. He would’ve spontaneously combusted had he had to read another chapter of SAB law. Honestly, who gave a shit about inter-seducing through the factions? The Sigmas apparently. It was punishable by death…
Then it hit Siriussy. Edgylus could be killed for his relationship with Remu!
Siriussy quickly gathered up his things, stuffing them in his Sigma-provided duffle bag, then he took off to his dorm to grab a few things before he went out. Not only was he on a mission to save his boyfriend, but he should warn Edgy…
No, Edgy won’t want to hear that, Siriussy thought, obviously he already knows. He’s a smart-arse.
But he still had to go over to the Sex Dungeon of Finding Jame Potter to help in the efforts to do just that.
When Siriussy arrived at 21 Grimace Shake Lane through Edgylus’ back-alley trap door, climbing through the slimy entrance—Sigmas, Edgylus, would it kill you to clean up this place a bit?—Edgylus was being pinned to the dusty floor by Remu while Lily furiously typed something up on her laptop, the blue light turning her red hair a sort of sickly purple.
“Alright, what leads have we got?” Siriussy plopped himself down closest to the entrance, completing a semi-circle of sorts. With a clap of his hands, the lights brightened and Edgylus groaned. He placed his hands on Remu’s chest and slowly pulled away from their embrace, squinting angrily.
“So,” Siriussy’s brother began, attempting to shield his eyes from the bright light currently assaulting him. “We’ve pretty much figured out nothing, besides the fact that his captor doesn’t seem to be working for either side, per se.”
Lily nodded along, still enraptured by her computer screen, tip-tapping away.
“What do you mean?” Siriussy asked. What would this be about if not the revolution? It seemed like everything was about the revolution, no matter how small.
Remu scratched the back of his neck. “We’re just kind of guessing here, but it seems like the kidnapping was Jame driven, not revolution driven.”
Jame driven? That didn’t make any sense to Siriussy. Not to sound like a bitch, but who would go out of their way to kidnap Jame just because he was Jame? In fact, in these times, who would do that for anyone? There had to be some sort of revolutionary motive behind this.
Edgylus hummed in agreement with Remu’s statement, patting around his person before picking up a yellow journal and flipping it open. “The camera footage was tampered with thanks to the smoke, but apparently the mics were still hot, meaning we could hear Jame’s captor’s voices. The only problem is, none of us have any real access to vocal recognition software…” Edgylus trailed off, snapping the journal shut and glaring at Siriussy.
It took Siriussy a second of thinking, but then— “Oh.”
It was obvious! He could do the vocal recognition at Sigma Training. They had access to all sorts of war-time necessities like that. It would be easy, he just had to ask. And well, anything for Jame, right?
“Yeah…erm, Lily’s working on pulling up the blueprints of the Sigma Command Centre for you—” Edgylus began, but there was no need.
“Oh, that’s not necessary,” Siriussy interjected. “I can claim it as an interest to one of my professors. They’d be happy to help.”
“Wouldn’t they be suspicious?” Remu asked, brow furrowed.
“I…” Siriussy thought about it for a second. They definitely would, but maybe Minerver could help. And maybe they wouldn’t even think about it. Hadn’t he kept up a perfect track record for being a total rule follower? Well…“Probably, but I can figure it out.”
“Are you sure—?” Edgylus was scared, Siriussy could see it on his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes, creating lines on his forehead. His grey eyes held a load of worry and sorrow, concerned for losing his only sane family member, but Siriussy had an ego and a reputation to keep up.
“Don’t worry.” Siriussy was nervous himself, barely keeping the shake out of his voice. If he trusted the wrong person…No. This wasn’t a big deal. This wasn’t for the revolution. This was for Jame. “I’ve got this.”
Siriussy went back to the Sigma Training Centre, now filled with new purpose. He still had to keep up with his studies if he expected to be of any use to the war efforts, but right now he had other things to worry about.
“Sigma Black!” Siriussy whipped around and was greeted with the scowling face of Minerver McGoogle. “Where have you been?!”
Siriussy scratched the back of his head. It couldn’t be that late…could it? He chanced a glance at the grand digital clock hanging in the Sigma Training Centre’s foyer. It read 22:37. Shit.
“Erm…” Siriussy hadn’t realised it had gotten so late…he really needed to remember that his classes didn’t end until 18:30. And that it takes an hour to get to Edgylus’ sex dungeon…then another hour back…yeah Siriussy really needed to wise up, period, full stop. He was a bit dumb, if he does say so himself.
McGoogle took his arm in her hand, dragging him up the golden staircase and into her office, shutting the door quietly behind them. “You have to understand that Sigma Satan works hard, but I work harder when it comes to covering your muddy tracks!”
“Professor—” Siriussy tried, but it was no use, McGoogle would have her villain monologue, whether he could explain his actions away or not.
“No! Sigma Black, you cannot pursue Jame!” The woman exclaimed, wrapping her cardigan tighter around her frail shoulders. “We have competentadults working the case! We don’t need to endanger the future of our organisation.”
“But do you even have any leads? Because we do!” Siriussy couldn’t believe this. Obviously the adults weren’t competent enough, seeing as though Jame was still missing after a whole week. Besides, he and Lily and Remu were basically adults. They were being trained for jobs. Important jobs, at that—well not Remu, but the other two.
Siriussy would be ruling this city in a matter of months if everything went according to plan. And Edgylus was…okay he didn’t really count. But that didn’t matter! Edgylus was practically his own parent—and he could be married off at any moment! Was that not adult enough for Minerver?
“...well not exactly, but you shouldn’t be working the case! Let alone with others!” Minerver looked astonished at his actions—which were perfectly predictable by, yep, everyone. “Who are you working with?”
“Erm…me, myself, and I?” Siriussy wasn’t a snitch…but he was pretty shite at lying on the spot (A/N: for some reason that feels like something I established he was pretty good at earlier in the fic?? Uhm…so ignore that if I did).
Minerver clearly didn’t buy that, if the scowl deepening into her wrinkled face meant anything to Siriussy. And Siriussy may have been dumb, but he wasn’t an idiot.
“I will find out who you’re working with—and I will make sure you all face the repercussions of working this dangerous case after being explicitly told to leave it alone—but for now, you should get to bed. You still have to pass your courses if you expect to stay on the right side of this war.” Minerver stood up, Siriussy quickly followed suit, and then they were both out the door.
Maybe Siriussy should get some sleep tonight—Minerver was even escorting him to his room—but no. He had to find Jame, no matter who was trying to tell him to stop. Siriussy wasn’t one for rule following, that was for sure.
So, when Minerver dropped him off at the mahogany door Siriussy hardly recognised as his own, he entered the room with a brief “goodnight,” then exited all the same soon after her footsteps faded.
Okay, if I was a voice-recognition software, where would the Sigma professors keep me? Siriussy thought to himself as he crept down the silent and dark corridors. This place was a maze in the daytime, never mind in the dark of night, so it was no surprise that Siriussy tripped over…something solid…and large.
Siriussy furrowed his brow in confusion, quickly standing up and brushing himself off. What was that?
He didn’t have any sort of light source, and his eyes were still slowly adjusting to the darkness, so seeing whatever it was that Siriussy had just fallen over was not an option. So, being the über genius that he was, Siriussy bent down and poked whatever the mystery object was with his grubby little finger.
It…what the fuck?
Siriussy retracted his finger. Whatever that was, it felt pretty…human. And Siriussy did not want to fuck with this horror movie shit.
He backed up slowly before spinning on his heel to sprint as far away from that as possible. Screw finding the software, Siriussy had just found a body.