I woke up suddenly. My body felt heavy, as if someone had poured lead into my veins. I was sitting in a stiff, cold chair, restrained by belts that were so tight that every breath was a struggle.

There were needles stuck in my arm, and thin tubes connected to IVs and strange devices. I didn't know what they were for, but their monotonous beeps and hums were haunting me.

A man stood next to me - Dr. Williams. His face was devoid of emotion, as if what he was about to do was a daily routine for him.

He wore latex gloves, and in his right hand he held a syringe filled with something that gleamed ominously.

- Easy there... - he said quietly, almost in a whisper. - If you don't resist, it won't hurt as much.

I couldn't move. My heart was beating like crazy, and one thought was pulsing in my head: What will they do to me?

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Meanwhile, far away, in a base hidden deep underground known as the Chaos Insurgency Headquarters, a meeting of the organization's most senior members was taking place.

The large, dark hall was lit only by the pale light of the lamp fixture hanging from the ceiling. The commanders and elites of the Rebellion sat at a long metal table. At the end of it, in the shadows, sat their leader - Hagdam.

His gaze was cold, almost icy.

- I have gathered you here because of recent... unfortunate events. His voice echoed through the hall. - Our attacks on the SCP Foundation are not yielding results. We have lost too much.

Commander Cane, an old soldier with hardy features, spoke first:

- It's not that simple, sir. They have too well of an organized army. And at Site-19... there is an entity there. They call him "Faro". He assists them and defends the facility.

From the opposite side of the table, a voice with a distinct Russian accent rang out. Commander Petrov, cold and composed, interjected:

- Exactly. Our last troops were wiped out there to the last man. We had never had such a massacre before.

Hagdam looked at them carefully.

- I realize that. We have to eliminate him in a more or less humane way. But before we move on to radical actions, I want to hear your proposals.

There was silence.

Finally, Commander Smith spoke:

- How about... we send them a picture of SCP-096? When someone looks at it, it'll go berserk. Nothing will stop it. It'll do more damage than the Foundation can repair.

- Are you crazy?! - shouted the Commander Withe. If 096 escapes, thousands of civilians will die. We can't let that happen!

Smith shrugged.

- It's just a suggestion...

Hagdam sighed.

- So do we not have another proposal?

Silence.

The leader slowly stood up, walked to the microphone and pressed a button.

- Bring "Helis" into meeting room four.

Everyone looked at each other in surprise. Nobody knew who "Helis" was.

A moment later, a tall, gloomy man with deathly gray eyes entered the room. His posture was massive, and he wore something that resembled armor mixed with a uniform. On his chest was a strange, unknown symbol.

His voice was low and hoarse:

- Does this mean we have to cooperate with you?

Hagdam nodded.

- Exactly, sir.

Helis snorted.

- You won't be talking to me.

Before anyone could react, Helis pulled out a strange device and threw it on the table.

A black and red light flashed.

A hologram appeared in the center of the table: a red, distorted sphere, pulsating with an unsettling glow. On its surface was the same symbol as on Helis' armor.

A rough, metallic voice emerged from the sphere:

You... want to cooperate...? Why?

His tone was cold and inhuman, but Hagdam didn't even flinch.

We need help to take down the SCP Foundation. Priority is to eliminate the entity known as "Faro".

The hologram quivered. Its red glow took on a darker, almost blood-red hue.

THE ENTITY IS STILL ALIVE?! UNACCEPTABLE...

UNACCEPTABLE...

UNACCEPTABLE...

The entire hall trembled as if the earth itself was protesting against these words.