╰•★★ 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓒𝓟 𝓦𝓲𝓴𝓲 ! ★★•╯

Yesterday

The world was burning.

Alto Clef watched the fires from the relative safety of Site-67. Black and green fire. Some kind of an odd chemical reaction from thirteen breached SCPs. The fires covered the midwestern United States already. More outbreaks in the Russian tundra, in a few African cities, and in the Atacama desert. Some sort of shitty anomalous chain reaction.

Yet, Foundation contingency plans were working. Remarkably, most of the news reports had been suppressed. A few towns had to be gassed with amnestics. Full containment was anticipated within forty-eight hours.

Clef had heard Overwatch was suddenly pouring resources into repairing SCP-2000. He didn't expect that to work. He'd been spearheading the effort to fix 2000 for over a decade already. Still, the fact that they were trying...

His new assistant buzzed him. "O5-12 has arrived to see you," she said.

Clef missed Adams. Little had been the same after her death, since the failure of Alpha-9 years back. The new people they assigned him couldn't hold a candle to her.

"Tell him to fuck off," Clef said.

"Sending him in now," his assistant replied. Okay, maybe she was a little bit like Adams.

Clef waited, watching the fires burn. Some part of him wanted to be out there, finding out the truth, doing something about this. But for better or worse, that 'some part' had mostly been beaten into submission.

Twelve entered, uncharacteristically alone.

Clef didn't bother turning around to greet him. "So what the hell do you want?"

"Is this how you talk to all the O5s?" Twelve didn't sound like Twelve.

Clef turned. His eyes narrowed in recognition. "You."

"Ha," Twelve said. "I told them you'd recognize me... No one ever listened to me, though. Especially not since my promotion."

"Uh-huh," Clef said. "Wish I could say it was good to see you." It wasn't.

"I won't waste your time," Twelve said. "The Council's calling in its last favor."

Clef stared at him. He was surprised, to his surprise. "What? Seriously?"

"After this? If you want, you're out. That was the deal." Twelve leaned forward, taking a piece of paper from his pocket. He offered it to Clef.

Twelve handed him a piece of paper. Clef read it. It was a list of names. Handwritten. His gut twisted. Or, at least, he liked to think that it did.

"Like hell I'm gonna do this," he said.

"Of course you are," Twelve said. "Can't bullshit me, Clef. You know I hate to do this to you. You know I wouldn't ask you if it didn't have to be done."

"Fuck you. You can't bullshit me either... Twelve." Clef sneered through the word. "You bastards wouldn't be doing this if it weren't the capital E-Endgame. So don't tell me I get out after this. There's not gonna be a place for me to get out to after this is done." Clef waved the piece of paper back and forth. "This is a laundry list of key Foundation personnel. You don't kill them all and still have a Foundation. We both know what that means."

"No O5s on there," Twelve said. "Not most of 'em, anyway... Heh."

"Fuck the O5s," Clef said. "And fuck you."

Twelve laughed a mirthless laugh.

Clef looked at the list again, taking in all the names. He paused towards the bottom. "Your people fucked up here. Kondraki's been dead over a decade. Gears shot him in the head."

Twelve just smiled.

"Fuck."

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