Tracing the culprit

Ayu pressed a few buttons on a digital lock outside James' cell. The tongue-less computer whiz was lounging in a king size bed, flicking channels on a flatscreen TV. 

His prison cell had better arrangements than most people's homes. James was made as comfortable as a prisoner could be. Without the use of his tongue. 

He noticed Ayu as she walked up to the front of the glass door of his cell. He made a low, disgruntled sound and continued to ignore her, his eyes falling back upon his TV screen. 

He found Ayu to be a tiresome creature who always had some boring technical errands for him to run. As much as he hated having to help Shen Moshi who'd cut off his tongue, he had no choice. 

The youngest Moshi brother held a piece of leverage that he desperately needed, and until then, he was their servant dog.