Dangerous by nature (Remastered)

Chapter 4: Changes

I've been in a helicopter for hours, the constant thoughts of my newest test cascading through my mind.

Through it all, four other D-class personnel were with me, arguing about issues only they knew.

My thoughts were broken when a women, sitting half a metre in front of me, spoke. The person can only be known as 05-7, one of the Overseers.

05-7="What you thinking about, D-7100?"

Her mood changed since i was called to be here, from a serious workaholic to a calm and easy listener.

Drake="Nothing of your concern, ma'am."

05-7="Ah, respect for an Overseer? Not something we see in a lot of our expendables, well, besides you."

I wonder why...

05-7="I don't understand something about you. Since your test with SCP-682, we Overseers have one question about you."

Drake="And what would that be?"

05-7="How did you manage to pacify the most aggressive entity in the Foundation?"

Drake="...I did what?"

05-7="After your test, 682 has had a large reduction in anger and no desire to breach containment. Did you convince him that we are the good people?"

Drake="In that situation, all I did was improvise. I had no idea who he was until I saw him."

05-7="Interesting. What about those scars?"

Wait, what? Why are my scars now a thing? They are just a reminder of my shattered childhood. They aren't sacred, or occult symbols.

Drake="That's...personal. I don't want to share any information about that."

05-7="Don't worry. We already know."

Of course you do. You are the 05 council after all.

Pilot="05-7, we are at the location. Landing now."

I turned and looked about the window, seeing the massive building in a city that looks similar to a government laboratory.

We landed on a heli-pad as the doors began to open. When it did, I could see about five guards, armed with shotguns, waiting for us.

Guard 1="Welcome to Site-19. 05-7, we are honored to have you here."

05-7="Captain, escort these personnel to the heavy containment zone."

One guard held handcuffs, one for each of us.

Guard 2="Come on, subjects. We don't have all day."

Four of the males were cuffed, but when it was my turn, 05-7 interrupted him.

05-7="There's no need for that. He's our 'special' test subject."

Guard 2="Wait...oh, right. My apologies."

We started walking through the large site, three guards in front and three behind us.

We went in a lift, descending for who- knows how many floors. One of the guards looked at me, safety on.

Guard="So, you're the one that survived SCP-682? Quite the look you have, young man."

Drake="Uhhh...thank you?"

To be honest, I felt very intimidated with the way the guards looked: firearms, tactical gear, etc.