I had my back against the wall of the room, lights blaring and camera's reading static, nothing in interest. The door opens with Ryde entering the room.
"Where the Christ were you!?" I shouted.
"Scouting the facility, trying to find whats left." Ryde answered bluntley.
"What have you found?" I asked.
"We've Hit the jackpot" he said with the ear to ear smug look you become accustomed to.
"Ok I found 5 cans of cream of leaf soup a full box of micro fusion cells and a 12-gauge shotgun!". I nod at him
"well thats sort of cool, but but it doesn't exuse why you didn't at least let me know before hand?”
"you would've stopped me." Ryde says sarcastically as he walks into a corner and pulls out a pack of cigarettes in which he lights one up and takes a puff.
After some time passed,
outside the room we hear a sound emit from outside, it sounds like a metallic whirring followed by its shriek of death. Ryde curiously slowly opens
the door, takes a quick look outside and slams the door quickly and runs to the
corner with a face that resembled him seeing a ghost. We hear a polite knock on
the door which then escalates as the door gets blown CLEAN off its hinges slamming
into the other side destroying the monitors. A man broad in power armour,
a Gatling laser in hands appears in front of us. He looks down at us, suprised and questions.
"Who the fuck are you guys?"
I stand up and broadly proclaim "I'm the manager of Site - 1010 and these 2 are the head researcher for the anomalous reaserch department and some Level 4 Security guard of the SCP foundation."
I glance at his vest,
noticing the emblem on his suit. I pull up my revolver as quickly as I can and aim
it at his head.the barrel glistening within the light.
"your part of the Chaos Insurgency, aren't you?" I said slowly with a tone of anger yet curiosity.
"yeah... but what's it to you” The
man questioned back.
“You’re the Reason why we amnestisice people, You’re the reason why Half the fucking facility’s dead, Maybe, just Maybe YOU’RE the reason why We’re in this FUCKING Lockdown in the first place.” I Barked back.
The stone-cold expression in the man’s face could only read Pure malice, and with an expression like that of a person holding back there will to kill yet be calm, he spoke slowly, clarifying every word.
“Do you really think, our little unit of more than 24 soldiers could bring down an entire Facility? If you were to Calm your tits for a moment, I can clarify everything.”
"F-F-Fine!" I Replied back giving a frustrated expression.
I proceeded to slowly lower my revolver, walk back to the wall I once was leaning against, Placed myself back down in my spot and with a questioning tone, I asked the man.
"So, What's your story?"
The man thinks for little bit and responds with
"Well I was part of an MTF that betrayed the foundation and I was given 2 choices, Join or be executed. As of my fear for death I sided with them thinking ‘it wouldn't be as it seems’, heh heh, Boy was I wrong. First mission had us go to an exclusionary site and breach an SCP I can't recall but, we ended up Painting the facility Red, in some cases, literally. Felt sorry for the janitor who had to clean up all that gore and blood though. Then after that, packed our stuff and went to the next location. Raid after Raid kill after Kill, it weighed on me. I couldn't get over myself for killing a bunch innocent people, even in some cases, my co-workers, until we raided this site, site 57. of the guys thought a vial of an unknown chemical would be harmless but then the bombs were dropped across the United States. He was flung across the room, breaking the vial when he hit the wall, which later found out to be SCP-5827 or better known as “Pathogen CQX-110". During the explosion, I was knocked into one of those freezing machines, don’t know what time I woke up, slowly made my way through the facility and heard your little argument so I decided to investigate. Walked in and you pointing that Thing at me.”
Ryde Looked at the man, He thinned his eyes as If he was scrutinising his every word that came out of his mouth, He sat there for moment and then slowly responded to the man’s statement with.
"Ok he’s telling the truth; he checks out with me"
I turn to Ryde and give him a look so dirty that it would make a clean freak faint. In response, he ignores me and continues to converse with the man.
"So, what's your name?" he asked
"I go by the Numbered designation of S-218 But I prefer the name Green, Just Green, nothing more, nothing less"
I turn back to him and with a slow and careful word structure, I slowly muttered.
“So, this entire time, Those Zombie like Walking corpses and those massive joint piles Were made by a Pathogen scp in this facility?”
Green gives back a ‘You don’t say’ look and walks in our little room.