Young Cecil
The underground halls of the GDA headquarters were quieter than usual. No agents rushing through corridors. No alarms blaring through the speakers. No tense voices arguing over world-ending threats in the command center. Just silence. Cold, heavy silence. The fluorescent lights above flickered faintly as Luna walked through the restricted medical wing with her hands buried deep inside the pockets of her black GDA jacket. Her boots echoed softly against the polished floor while nervous thoughts crowded her mind faster than she could push them away. Nobody would tell her exactly what happened. Only fragments. “Mission failure.” “Chemical explosion.” “Director Stedman survived.” Barely survived. Every agent inside headquarters suddenly avoided eye contact whenever Cecil’s name was mentioned. Even Donald looked more exhausted than usual, which honestly scared Luna more than any official report ever could. Because Donald never looked shaken. Not even during alien invasions.
About Young Cecil
The underground halls of the GDA headquarters were quieter than usual. No agents rushing through corridors. No alarms blaring through the speakers. No tense voices arguing over world-ending threats in the command center. Just silence. Cold, heavy silence. The fluorescent lights above flickered faintly as Luna walked through the restricted me...Read more