It had waited for hours in the dark. Every day they would surround it with scanning devices and cameras. Each day they tried to piece together a vague idea of what it could be. Every day it waited, every day its anger grew. That day would be different though, this time they would get some answers.
The room was flooded with light as six armed guards lined up in threes along each side of the room. They were accompanied by a tall man in a suit and tie. He was bald and had a piercing glare. In the centre of the room it sat, sealed by a bullet-proof glass box. It had shown them what it was capable of before, they would not make the same mistake. The man took a fold up chair resting against the wall by the main door and approached the box. He sat down and stared at it, not once did it look back at him.
"My colleagues tell me that you yelled something in English yesterday. Do you understand me? Do you speak English?" The man's words were cold and even unnerved the prisoner.
"Every day you come back. Every day you find out nothing. Are you so desperate that you must ask me?" The prisoner spoke back to the man just as coldly, never looking at him.
The man paused for a moment.
"They also told me you spoke of two human boys. Are they the missing boys?" Every sentence he spoke grew sterner. "I said are they the missing boys?" It would not answer.
"Are they!" The man stood up and slammed his fist onto the top of the box, shocking it into answering.
"...Yes."
At last they were getting somewhere. After twelve days they were getting answers.
"We have scanned every inch of you, and the others back where we found you. You don't have a trace of metal in your body. No wires or circuits. The laboratory says you are made of nothing but plastic."
It started to laugh.
"You're so fascinated by me when you should be concerned about them missing boys. They are the ones you should fear. They are not like you. They are like me! They may look like you, even they didn't know of their true power. Not until we were sent to kill them."
The team was growing increasingly concerned.
"Where are they?" The bald man asked.
"Beyond your reach. I assume a young species like yours has wondered if there are other worlds out there like this. Well I can tell you now; you will have far more to fear than yourselves in the near future."
The rest of the team stared through the one sided window. The recording going on beside them would be classified top secret by the end of the day and the UN warned of the day's events.
"What are you?"
"What are we? We are… the Bionicle."