Author's Note: Essentially this is a collection of interviews conducted by men under command of Stryker during X-Men 2: X-Men United. This takes place after the raid on the mansion, prior to the rescue, most of the kids don't know where they are, etc. Mostly original characters, some original innovations (for example, I'm disregarding Wolverine Origins for the movie-verse version of Weapon X). For now the kids are original characters, I'll probably do some of the cannons if people like them enough for me to continue. Reviews are encouraged. Thanks.

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"Name?"

The room was dark, illuminated only by a single source which came from directly above the table at which two men were sitting. Well, one was a man, the other was an adolescent boy no older than sixteen. The boy was in his pajamas, the man was in a suit.

"I uh… I want my lawyer."

"Cute, kid. State your name."

"Ian… Ian Manlos."

Ian looked frightened; he could barely remember what had happened. He had been asleep, in his bed at the Xavier Institute. The next thing he knew he woke up to someone yelling, then someone kicked in his door, shot something at him, and he blacked out. He woke up in a cell, a few minutes later he had been brought in here. What was going on, where he was, he had no idea.

"Ian Manlos." The man repeated as he pulled a manila folder out of his briefcase and laid it on the table. "Son of Karl Manlos, you were born in Houston Texas, correct?" He opened the folder and began to take some notes with a pen from his jacket.

"Yeah… uh… how'd you… yeah"

"Is your father also a mutant?"

"What? No… no he's a geneticist for some biotech company… I think. I don't know… he's in Europe on business, he's been there for a while… part of the reason I'm at boarding school…"

"When did you realize that you were a mutant?"

"Uh… about three years ago I guess."

"How old were you?"

"Uh… about thirteen… look I… what is this about exactly?"

"And how did your powers manifest?"

"I uh… I don't see how that…"

"Answer the questions, then we'll let you go."

"Right… uh… well… I can talk… well that is, I can communicate, with non-human life forms."

"How exactly?"

"Well… uh… the professor explained it to me once… I uh… everyone's mind has these electro-chemical synapses that uh… that cause waves of electric energy – brainwaves, heh. These vary from person to person, and well… from human to mutant… and from animal to human… My mind operates in the animal range. So… like a telepath can speak to a human, or a mutant, I can communicate with non-humans, or mutant. My brainwave is below theirs."

"You can't communicate telepathically with humans or mutants?"

"Well… no. I can't hear them, and well… they can't hear me."

"What?"

"Yeah… I uh… like, for some reason, with my powers…. My brain is different. Most telepaths aren't even able to hear or detect my mind in any way, let alone talk to me."

"Most?"

"Well, I haven't met one that can yet… even the professor, he uh… he can't talk to me telepathically."

"Interesting…" The man scribbled some notes on the legal pad that lay in front of him. "When did Xavier approach you about entering his school?"

"He uh… He didn't."

"What do you mean?"

"Well my dad… Well uh… I mean the Professor… he can't exactly… well to him… to him and his equipment I don't exist so… I'm mentally invisible, right? So my dad… my dad found him and approached him about it."

"Did you want to go to Xavier's?"

"Not at first… but I thought… I thought the chance to use and develop my abilities in the open would be pretty neat."

"And did you?"

"Well… yeah, a little."

"What are you able to do with your abilities currently?"

"I uh… I can control them a little better now, exert some control over the animals…"

"The professor encouraged you to exert control over the creatures you can communicate with?"

"What? Uh… no. No, in fact he discouraged it rather strongly… I just… noticed I could do it one time."

"Did the professor train you in any other ways?"

"What… what do you mean?"

"Have you undergone any physical training from the professor?"

"Well there's a pretty tough physical education program… but no, not really."

"I see." The man continued to jot notes.

"What is the range of your ability?"

"What do you mean…?"

"How far away can you exert this control from?"

"Oh… uh… I don't… I don't know exactly… A few blocks? I mean… we'll let's see…" The boy paused, closing his eyes for a moment, then he began to speak slowly, halting after every phrase. "Four dogs… seventeen deer… a bear… no… two bears… and a lot of squirrels… like twenty or so."

"You can tell the difference between the animals?"

"Well, yeah… like the professor can between humans and mutants. I can tell the difference between a canine and a feline… but not too much… I can't give you the types of bears or dogs… dogs… or… or wolves…"

"How can you tell if they're wolves?"

"Flashes of mental images… from the dogs… they're… they're hunting something…"

"Impressive."

"There are no bugs…"

"What?"

"Bugs… I can't… there aren't any near here. Not even, beetles, or anything…. And there's, there's snow on the ground outside."

"That's enough Ian."

"No I… where are we?"

"That's enough for now. You may rejoin the others."

"I thought you said you would let me go if I answered the questions." There was an accusing tone in the boy's voice.

"We will, don't worry, but I have other interviews to conduct first."

The dimly lit room seemed to fill with light momentarily as the door opened, two uniformed men came in, one held a syringe, and the next thing Ian knew was darkness.

The man sitting at the table gathered up his folders, getting his papers in order.

"Well?" Asked a seasoned old man who stood by the door.

"My recommendation is to move him to the Colonel's facility, he'd make a good addition."

The two taking care of the boy looked to the old man in the doorway. "Do it." He instructed.

"Yes sir." The two nodded, as they removed the boy.

"Bring in the next child." The man in the suit instructed to some men in the hall.