a slow realisation sets in us all as we gazed down at the document, on it was a standard SCP-Foundation Document Tamplate, except it was mostly redacted, only for a few stray filler words to remain unchanged. “I-It’s redacted, we’re done.” Trevor says while on the verge of hysteria. Ryde proceeds to slap Trevor across the face. Trevor shakes his head and looks up at Ryde. and like a lightbulb being shot, Trevor's Hysteria switched off. “Thanks Ryder that helped.” Ryde nods and turns to look at the page and says “So we’re fucked?” “Well we are going to find another way.” I reply “Well we need to find our way out of here cause it’s not like we’re living here.” everyone looked away for a moment before we all Nodded. “So we should keep the document and head for the transit system” Ryde replied. Trevor and I nod.
We all head for the transit station. We enter back to the station and greeted by the voice again. “Welcome back to the S.C.P Transit System, How may I help you?” Trevor walks up to the sign and looks at the glossary. “hmmm, well we could head up to the 13th plus level gets us to the hanger.” Trevor said while perplexed. We all shrug and Ryde chimes in. “Well, it’s worth a shot.” We all look at each other and nod. We walk into the car and the intercom crackles to life once again. “HELLO AGAIN AND WELCOME BACK TO THE S.C.P SITE 1010 TRANSIT SYSTEM, WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO?” “Level 13 aircraft hangers.” Trevor said impatiently “SORRY, LEVEL 13 - AIRCRAFT HANGERS IS CURRENTLY ON LOCK DOWN TRANSIT IS UNAVAILABLE.” The machine said robotically. “We’ve got a flight on the Pegasus, aircraft registration FH-VXL.” Ryde chimed in. “SEARCHING FOR DATABASE… … … THE PEGASUS DEPARTED NEARLY 201 YEARS, 32 DAYS, 15 HOURS, 23 MINUITES AND 02 SECONDS AGO.” The machine beeped. “Well we need to get in it-“Ryde was cut off by Trevor Yelling “Override code 1482756Z!” The faint sound of humming as the train car’s voice came back online. “MASTER OVERRIDE CODE ACCEPTED… … … VOICE RECOGNISED WELCOME SITE - 1010 OVERSEERER MCALUGH, OVERRIDE ACCEPTED HOW MAY I HELP YOU?” the voice asked. “Follow my previous instructions.” He said while straightening his tie. “AS YOU WISH SITE OVERSEERER” The doors closed and the train car hummed and shook as it took off to its next destination. We all turned at Trevor dumbfounded. “Y-You’re the site overseerer? That Fuckin solves it, the maintenances tunnels, the hatch, the archives, it all clicks together. I thought you were just a senior Researcher” Ryde says “Wow you actually solved it, and yes I'm still technically a Senior Researcher” Trevor said while clapping slowly.
Just as we were going to talk about it again, the voice came up on the speaker again. “ATTENTION, NOW ARRIVING AT LEVEL 13 - AIRCRAFT HANGERS” The train car dinged as the door opened. We walked out onto the massive hanger as a strung of broken and disrepaired vertibirds, stingrays, and Osiris aircraft lay on the inner runway. we surveyed the area Until one caught our eyes. Hiding in the pile of junk was an old but intact XVB-02 Vertibird. Ryde walks up to it and examines the old vertibird. “Ah the Little-Maggie, I’ve flown on this old girl before the bombs fell and we had to go into cryo-stasis.” “Ok, can you get the bird started though?” asked Trevor. Ryde proceeds to open the side door and enter the vertibird. He combs through the pieces of metal and electronics before getting out of the plane. “Well we can, get it started and flying again it’s just it will be hard to get it out of the hanger.” Ryde said hesitantly. “Well it’s better to try it.” I say as I get in the plane and sit down in the first officer’s seat motioning Ryde to the pilot’s seat. “Do you even know how to fly the Little-Maggie?” Ryde questioned. I nod and say “I’ve flown the older models, this should be a piece of cake.” Ryde looks down at the floor and hesitantly says “Ok let’s do this. For the foundation!” We all chant with Ryde “For the Foundation!” We all hop into the Little-Maggie and Ryde plops down in the Pilot's seat. Ryde flicks a couple of button and the humming of the jet engines fills the hanger as the old but still functioning Vertibird crawls into a hover above the ground. Ryde and I then manevure the Large but quite nimble aircraft through the hanger. A beeping sound and acompaning flashing light emerges from the control panel of the Vertibird as the massive hanger door to the Wasteland opens revealing the bright light that is the Capital Wasteland, for once I feel like we’re free. as the Vertibird begins it climb into the sky