The SCP Foundation

Chapter 122: Hide And Seek

"Ah, where is she?" the athlete looked around the current hallway he was in. "Not here... not here either..."

Dustin was walking around the eastern wing of the site, finding the door of the witch child's containment cell.

He was initially confused as to why he was assigned to a security team, but he was determined to protect the child from any danger.

"Damn, what the hell happened to you, Sigurrós?" the athlete muttered to himself. "You're just a kid... I hope you're alright..."

The athlete continued to look around for the witch child, hoping that he wasn't too late. He eventually found himself in a hallway, where he found two other guards outside one of the doors.

One of the two guards noticed this and notified his companion, who then turned to the approaching athlete.

"You guys are the security detail that the site director asked for?" the athlete asked the guards for confirmation.

"Who's asking?" the latter guard asked back in a noticeable Irish accent. "Are you with us?"

"Apparently..." the athlete answered, caught off-guard by the sudden hostility. "He asked me to come here."

"Well, you're with us now." the first guard smiled, then proceeded to introduce themselves. "Walsh, and the hostile one's Grant... and you are?"

"Portnow..." the athlete responded, then looked at the door. "So this is where 239 is?"

"That's why we're here, aren't we?" the aggressive guard, Grant, asked.

"Don't mind him, mate..." the amicable guard, Walsh, whispered. "He's just doing what he does best, being a jackass..."

"I heard that."

"Yeah, you're meant to hear it."

"Alright, so she's in here?" the athlete pointed to the door. "Can we head in? Make sure the kid's okay?"

"Yeah, sure." Walsh nodded. "We could do that."

"Hold on, who said yer in charge?" Grant asked. "Yer the one who's late to this damn meeting. You kept us waiting for a while."

"Well, I don't see you doing anything while I wasn't here..." the athlete responded. "I thought you already got the kid."

"Listen here, you--"

"Alright, let's just head in!" the amicable guard told the two of them, not wanting this argument to escalate. "Come on, let's keep the kid safe, yeah?"

"Right..." the two reluctantly responded.

"Okay, good." the amicable guard put a special keycard on the keypad. "The last thing that we want right now is for this security detail to fall apart before we've done anything."

The door opened and the three stepped inside of the containment cell. The first and only thing that the athlete saw was the witch child, sleeping in a hospital bed, with a large EKG machine next to her along with an IV, filled with an unknown liquid.

"What the hell?" the athlete muttered, then proceeded to ask the guards. "Mind telling me what happened to her that made her need all this?"

"Does it look like we know anything?" the aggressive guard asked.

"Yeah, we're just as surprised as you are, mate..." the amicable guard added. "I know that it's something about her abilities, but the only thing that matters now is that we have to protect her at all costs."

"Protect her from what exactly?" the athlete asked.

"A better question would be to protect her from who..." the aggressive guard corrected the athlete.