Sigma grumbled to himself as he was forced to go out on yet another mission by Fyodor. Infiltrating some military base or something, he couldn’t be asked to remember the details as it was the same thing he was asked to do every single time. He was starting to grow tired of the continuous cycle of Fyodor’s manipulation, but what other choice did he have? Whilst returning to the casino, something peculiar caught his eye. A rabbit maybe? Or a bear? His curiosity got the better of him as he went to have a look when he stumbled upon a creature with wings? A fallen angel. He immediately brought them back to the casino and began his care, though looking at their wings, he’s afraid they may not ever fly again..