Through a Board Director's Eyes: A tale beyond the RDNA-verse.

Or, a snapshot from within the Agency.

Chapter 3 - An Awakening

Inside the offices of the Agency's Medical Department.

"This is astonishing!" Catherine gasped in awe as she read through the scans on the young boy's health status the day after arriving at the Agency. "This. This is nothing like I've ever seen before!"

Really now... Looking up from his coffee mug, Logan raised an eyebrow, feigning curiousity despite his exhaustion. "That's something, coming from you of all people. What does it say?"

"His immune system is recovering far faster than I first thought," Catherine said as she scrolled through the data and charts on her office's holographic screen. "Brain activity's above normal, even for adult standards. His heart and lungs are significantly larger too. He's definitely not a normal lad. I-it's like something straight out of those comic books!"

"I've heard of weirder rumors," the Austrian Agent sighed as he knowingly sipped his coffee. "Ever heard of personified countries?"

"That's just full of bollocks!" She immediately chided before clearing her throat. "Unscientific, I mean. Who in their bloody mind would approve of such nonsense?! I doubt the aliens here would agree with you."

The senior Agent frowned at her response in disappointment and dismay. Though I wish you're right. He shrugged it off as he went back to his coffee. If that is how you see them, Catherine...

"Huh, that's funny," she suddenly muttered after a long moment of silence.

Logan glanced up to her once again. "What is it now, Frau Doktor?"

The woman's eyes shifted frequently on the holographic screen in front of her before pulling away, confused by the information it was giving her. "The computer's not able to identify what your newest arrival's species is. Apparently, he's anything but human," she explained, while scratching her head.

"So what does it say?"

"Other than a label saying 'UNKNOWN'?" Catherine sighed. "He's not of alien origin either. It's as if the boy is an almost complete anomaly. This has never happened before."

Not for you, anyway. Then a minute sooner, something appeared on her holographic screen that caught her attention, her mind clearly racing as she checked the live updating data charts.

"Blimey. Bloody hell!" she gasped. "The boy's shouldn't be healing this quickly!"

Then outside the office's walls, there was a loud commotion as the door suddenly flung open by a female reptilian-humanoid being in a medical staff's uniform and doctor coat.

"Mrs. Kimberly! You must come now!"

"What's happened?!" the senior Austrian operative demanded as he stood up.

However both he and his British friend were dragged out of the office room by the alien doctor. Quickly following her through the hallway towards the stasis pods unit, standing around the corridor were other doctors and staff of different backgrounds and species. Many looked shaken, shocked or were cringing in pain, with one having a wound on his arm.

"By the gods," one of them swore in Agency-standard English. "That child's strength is vicious!"

Nein, Nein, this shouldn't be happening! Logan shook his head at the sight. "Mein Gott, what happened here?!" He demanded.

"That thing tried to kill us!"

"Schiesse. The little rascal can't possibly be that bad! Where is he?"

"He ran off," a young nurse with feline appearance panted, breathing heavily from shock. "The young boy panicked as soon as he woke up and begun attacking us! We tried to restraint him. B-but he was too strong."

"If it helps ease your minds, I'll contact the higher-ups," Catherine cut in as she turned away, though not before glancing at Logan. "Looks like your call, love."

Logan sighed as he rubbed the temples of his forehead. "Which way did that boy go?"

All of the staff members pointed the direction almost simultaneously. With a nod, the senior operative quickly went off. Cautiously wandering through the halls of the ICU, he spotted a suspiciously open door at the far end. Carefully, he rushed to the door's edge of a large dark medical room that had not been in use for some time.

As he did so however, he heard sobbing. A voice of a crying, brown-haired child no older than 10, mumbling in languages he recognized. Languages Logan understood all too clearly. Peeking inside, he saw the boy curled up on the floor and silently weeping.

"Mama...Papa, where are you?! ... I'm so sorry..." The boy muttered tearfully in mixed German and Hungarian.

Logan felt his heart ache at the somber sight. After taking a deep breath, cautiously and silently he approached the child. Gott, I hope this works.

"Hey there, kid," he whispered in German. "I'm not here to hurt you."

The young boy jumped up in alarm and fright almost immediately as soon as Logan spoke up. On his bare feet, the kid backed away from the aging Agent. His wide dark blue eyes, even in the darkness of the room looked almost like voids and unable to naturally reflect light from the light outside the door. Both filled with fear and confusion. "St-Stay away from me!" he shouted back. "Get back!"

"Shh, kid," he reassured him as he took off his fedora. "I'm just a old man. What harm can I do?"

"T-they all say that! I'm not going to let you take me away! You won't use me! NEVER AGAIN!" the boy cried out as his back reached the wall behind him. Tears running down his puffed red cheeks.

"Is'd okay, kid. I'm not going to hurt you. I won't let anyone else do that to you, alright?" The senior operative softly said. He saw what the warlords from the young boy's home world had done to the child, his pale skin plagued with horrid scars from whatever experiments they subjected him to. "What's your name?"

"J-Jonatan," the boy replied, still frightened of the strange wrinkly man in front of him. "W-who are you? Where am I? How did I get here?! Where's Mama and Papa?! WHERE ARE THEY?!"

At that point, even Logan could no longer pretend to smile. "I don't know how to say this, kid. But your parents..." He sighed. "...are no longer here. But you're safe here. Here in the Agency."

The boy stared at Logan, the child's eyes widening in shock. "I-I don't like this place. Take me back!"

"Neither did I, though it's not so bad once y-"

"I WANT TO GO BACK!"

Logan was taken aback, "I-"

"You CAN, right?!"

"Nein," he sighed. "That world's dead, kid. Not a single soul left there. You're the only living survivor."

The young boy gasped. "Nein, Nem! Mama and Papa were with me. THEY WERE WITH ME! TH-"

"I'm very sorry, pal," Logan said softly. It pained him to even admit it. "They're gone. Forever."

Jonatan shook his head as he tried to back way. It only pained Logan even further, not only to see the young survivor he had saved breaking down but shattered to the core. Unable to take in the raw emotions from this news, on top of every horrid experience seared into the child's mind.

There was little that Logan can do for him. But I can't let him go mad from it! "I'm sorry." He immediately grabbed the boy and then, grimacing, he reached for a sedative. "I truly am."

He heard the boy gasped before slump asleep in his arms as the sedative took effect. He sighed heavily, carefully lifting his body. Glancing down at the kid, he couldn't help but to think back to his own children and grandchildren in his current home. Of his own childhood in a world that no longer existed.

"Don't worry," he mumbled to no one. "You won't be alone here. Not if I can help it."

He glanced over to the doorway to find Catherine in front panting. "How is he?" There was a grim, knowing look in her eyes.

"Put him somewhere where he doesn't feel like he's in a cell." He then took a deep breath as he looked back at the boy in his arms. "Looks like my work here is just beginning."

And as he watched the medical crew once more attend to the boy, he wondered whether he was far more right than he realized.