Experiment X1A-9424

"YOU LET IT ESCAPE?" roared an angry male voice, bouncing off the sterile walls.

"Sir...you see what happened was-"

"SHUT UP!"

The thin man, in glasses and a lab coat was thrown to the floor, where an angry dominate male, muscular and tall towered over him.

"The GPS?" the angry male asked in a soft voice almost daring the man on the floor to give him a reason to beat the living shit out of him.

The small man trembled on the ground, near tears, "disabled..I don't understand how. It shouldn't even know about it. It is possible it was short circuited during its escape."

The tall man crouched down and pushed his face into the sniveling worm of a man's face, "you have better have it found and contained within the next twenty-fours hour if you want to continue breathing."

"Uh...how sir?"

"Last I checked when a child went missing an Amber Alert was issued. I am pretty sure a 15 years old, blue eyed, grey haired, Asian kid will stand out in this town don't you?"

"Y-yes sir. Right away sir."

The man scrambled to his feet and raced to his office.

"Oh and Dr. Varius," the man called out in monotone voice.

The smaller man twitched to a stop, turning slowly to look at the larger, more manly man, "sir?"

"Make sure you add that the kid is unstable and caution should be taken when approaching him. The last thing I need is for it to go all zappy or whatever it is that it does on innocent people. Understood?"

The man nodded.

"I have to give you twenty-four hours to find it before I can intervene. If you haven't recovered it by then, then I take over and I can't guarantee it's condition once its in my possession. Also remember the moment I get involved this project is official under my control for its duration. Got it?"

The man straighten slightly almost getting a back bone before cowing under the larger man's glare, nodding and all but running away, snatching up the phone and dialing 911.

"Yes, I need to report a missing child. Yes, of course he is missing. He has been gone for about an hour. No, no. He ran away. Yes, I am sure. I am its-his uncle. Dr. Marco Varius. Yes, he is staying with me. Yes, yes. No. Yes. He is 15 years old. Grey hair. Blue eyes. Asian features. Yes. Yes. I can fax a photo. Also, he has some stability issues. I recommend when he is found to be cautious when approaching him. Yes. No. Yes, he could be violent. No. No. I don't think that will be necessary. Oh, yes. Yes. I understand. Yes, I will head that way. Yes. Thank you. Oh his name? It's---Xia..." the small man looked up at the large man in military fatigue through his office window glancing at the man's uniform and just to spite the man he looked at his name tag, "Xia Barnett."

Notes

Idea...let's see how this goes... :p