"Yeah, whatever. I'll go talk with the representative. Meet you later, Emily. Love you." Jesse Faden finished her phone call and sighed. Goddamn bureaucrats, she thought. She stared up at the portrait of the definitely-dead Director Trench.
It was the only one she had kept. She didn't do portraits. She waited for a moment, half-expecting the phone to ring again. It didn't. Instead, there was a knock at the door. "Come in.", she called out to whoever was there. The door opened, revealing none other than Dr. Casper Darling.
After his ordeal in the Astral Plane, he was ready to get back to work. Understandably, he was angry that Director Faden had given his position away to Emily. He softened after Emily said that it wasn't like that anymore. They would share power, although butting heads at times.
"I have the files you requested. I had to look through my offices for them, but here they are.", he said, dropping a hefty stack of papers on her flawless desk. "Thank you. Are there any other skeletons in the Bureau closet besides the Prime Candidate Program that you'd like to tell me about?", she asked him.
"Not that I know of. I didn't know everything Trench knew. I'm not omnipotent.", he replied, turning and walking away. Jesse followed him, only for a little bit. The cafeteria was calling to her like a siren's song. She knew there were coffee and donuts in there.
She entered and saw the line. Although most people in the Bureau would happily move aside for her, she didn't want to be rude. So, she used her telekinesis to simply grab a donut and move on. The residents of the Oldest House were used to it by now.
Just as she was going to take a bite, the floor fell beneath her. She tumbled into the white of the Astral Plane and found herself face-to-face with the black inverted pyramid that was the Board.
In the distance, she saw a man with a red amulet and white lab coat floating as well. She couldn't understand what the Board was saying to him. Then, it spoke to her.
<Director/Sacrifice Faden>
<You are the gift/liaison to the SCP Foundation/Jailors>
<You must establish a link/connection>
<Or be kept endlessly/indefinitely>
<Good luck/riddance>
This couldn't end well.
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The Federal Bureau Of Containment
FanfictionTrouble is brewing in the Astral Plane. Trouble that is heading for the Board and the SCP Foundation. Jack Bright and Jesse Faden must establish a link between their two worlds, or risk losing them both to an enemy that was thought dead. This is pos...
