After scaring the new agents away, the siblings were left satisfied — smirks displayed on their lips.
"Serve them right!" Felix exclaimed out loud.
"We made a pretty good team, don't we, sis?" He turned to his sister.
"Mm." She nodded.
However, Sylvie didn't say anything and walked away.
Felix let out a small sigh, his shoulder slumped a bit as he followed after his younger sister.
Both of them went on their way to the Central Bridge where every operation within the facility is monitored.
"You know, sis. You seemed eerily quiet back there, why?" Felix attempted to strike up a conversation with her.
"Why indeed. Perhaps I just felt that you wanted an opportunity to burn that big ego of yours." She just scoffed and quickened her pace.
"H-hey! What does that even mean?!" He catches up to her.
"Seriously, you're no fun sometimes. Always rambling about formalities and etiquette. Life is more than just hustle and bustle, you know?" He added.
But Sylvie's focus was on her documents, she barely looked up at Felix.
"Well someone has to keep you in line. You know, ever since mom went missing, we had to survive on our own." Her voice was quieter and softer this time.
"And if my big brother can't do it on his own, then it's up to me." She added.
Felix opened his mouth, but he wanted to retort, to contradict her. But he knew that what her younger sister was telling was true.
"That's.. my job, you know." He muttered under his breath, but Sylvie didn't seem to notice.
Finally, they stopped in front of an armored gate. There's an identification panel on the side of the gate.
"Please slide your Identification Card." The scanner said.
Sylvie pulled out her ID from her jacket and swiftly slid it on the scanner.
[-Encrypting. Please wait...]
[ACCESS GRANTED]
"Clearance Level-6. Welcome, Administrator." The panel announces.
The armored gate slowly opened as the yellow alarm blared from the inside — indicating the arrival of top brass to the bridge.
Decompressed air gushed out from the airlock quarantine zone as the siblings entered the bridge connected to the Control Room.
The cameras watched the siblings' every move and checked for every possible detail. Their uniforms, their retina, their breathing, their body temperature, even their hair color.
"Remind me, why do we have all these security protocols again?" Felix asked.
"Father's order, in response to your.. incompetence," Sylvie replied.
Suddenly, Felix stopped in his path.
"But even the incompetent me is competent enough to realize that you're not Sylvie." He blurted out.
Sylvie stopped in her tracks. Looking up at Felix with an indifferent expression.
"At all times, you wanted to joke around now?" Sylvie asked. At least.. If that is truly Sylvie.
"I would know if you're my sister. You're clearly not like her at all." He unsheathed his blade.
"You picked the wrong siblings to mess with."
He lunged at the girl and grabbed her arm, pinning her to the wall.
"I don't know who you are. But where is my sister?" He questioned, pressing the blade against the girl's throat.
"Brother, let go—"
"I'm not your brother. And you are not my sister. Where is she?" Felix completely cut her off before she could even explain.
He pressed the blade closer to her throat, close enough to kill her if she made any sudden move.
"And what gives it away?" The girl asked.
"Because you will never talk about mother. Ever." He replied.
The girl stood in silence for a moment before her lips curled into a smirk. "Hah.." she lets out a humorless laugh.
"As expected. There is no fooling the Great Felix le Fay."
The girl teleported out of his grasp and stood in the middle of the hallway, her arms open wide.
"You see.. I've planned this for weeks, but it seems that even my brilliant mask and perfect acting could fool you.. so I guess.. You will die here for me." She reached for a gun in her holster.
Felix tried to intercept her, but before he could..
SMACK!
"Ack!" She yelped.
The girl in front of her was hit by a metal frying pan on her head.
The vibration from the hit sent sound waves down her entire body as she collapsed headfirst onto the floor with a satisfying thud.
As it turns out, the girl behind the imposter—
"Did I miss something?"
—was the real Sylvie, carrying a frying pan. She was probably busy in the staff lounge learning how to cook again... after one particular event.
"Fried rice?" Felix asked, sniffing the air.
"Nn. Fried rice." She nodded affirmingly.
The imposter on the ground looked up at Felix.
"Can I have some?" She asked.
"No." The siblings replied in unison.
[—Script is being written…]