Everyone knew who he was. How could you not? Even if you didn't work at the head quarters every agent had heard of the crazy kid called Rex. The teenage boy with the nanite powers. Hell, at Providence Camp we had to learn how to work around his chaotic-ness. If you were lucky enough (or unlucky…) and got assigned to work in the same building as him you usually had quite a few runs in with the kid. I've heard a lot about him from different people, and they all had different opinions.
Like how Gary thought he was just some punk kid, who should stay out of the way and let the professionals help. Or maybe you just thought he was just some poor kid with too much power at his fingertips like Sherry. Donald thought the kid was good and all, but needed more discipline.
I had a bit of a different perspective. Yah, he was…well, maybe he made a mess at times. But I had been there when he was only 15 in New York City. When everyone, all us 'professionals' were getting ready to run and let New York explode just to wipe out a virus we couldn't handle. When everyone turned tail he stood tall. He figured out the problem, he didn't run, he didn't hide. He saved millions of lives. We're Providence. No man left behind. What the hell happened to that, huh? That's what we learned at camp, but he was the only one who really upheld that rule. Not us. Him. The 15 year old kid.
Yah, he needs training, he needs to be more professional at times too. It would be nice if he stopped falling asleep during meetings, and if he would take things a bit more seriously. But he was a kid. And not just any kid, one of the bravest and kindest I had ever seen.
I know it was sappy, if Gary heard me he would rip me a new one, but I was proud to work alongside the kid. Maybe we could learn a lot from him, a lot about what it really means to be a hero.