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Contains strong languages and disturbing story parts ahead, discretion is advised
-Interlude-
"If there exists something that can benefit humanity, you can be damned sure the first thing said humanity would do is make it so it is able to kill one another,"
Doctor Cromwell, Site 44
"AUGHHA!" Doctor Chet let out a loud exaggerated shout as he kicked back in relaxation on his chair, slamming his foot on the table, "What a rough day,"
"A glimpse of unprofessionalism, how curious coming off from you doctor," An armored man spoke up, he sat across near the door on a chair with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. He stirred the brown liquid around as he looked up
Chet groaned as he sank further, "Yeah well, everyone especially you sarge, would know when not to take things so seriously. Having a steeled front honestly drains my sanity, if it hasn't yet worn off working here,"
The man hummed as he took a long sip, the caffeine pleasing his tired mind immensely, "Hard to find good coffee on this site. What was its number again, 294? What a blessing,"
Chet's head propped up with a bewildered expression, "Did you just praise a SCP? Astonishing,"
"That's because this one isn't actively trying to kill me nor my boys. And this one could squirt out good coffee and beer, truly a lifesaver,"
The doctor tilted his head upwards, just enough for him to get a view of the armored man sitting down with his cup of black coffee, "Don't drink on the job though, only during your own time,"
"Don't gotta tell me twice,"
They spoke together with the faint hum of the light slightly flicking at the ceiling. The facility had just recovered from an altercation not so long ago, after skimming the tiresome cleanup following after they mostly conversed about what they had to do for the day (Chet kept quiet about the details of course, given the sergeant's lower security clearance)
A loud knock hammered on the metallic door, the thud resounding through the largely empty and unfurnished room. There were three coordinated knocks before a muffled and young voice called passed it, "Doctor Chet? It's Researcher Miller,"
"Come in!" He shouted, head still thrown back with his eyes pointing towards the ceiling
The lock clicked as the handle twisted, the door swung open to reveal a rather young adult with a pair of glasses. In his hand are several files containing papers, he looked over to see an armored soldier sitting with a cup in his hand. Both shared a silent nod as their eyes met
"Doctor Chet?"
"What is it, I'm busy,"
"...Pardon my bluntness, you don't appear busy,"
The man behind the researcher suddenly spoke up, "He has been busy, just taking a momentarily chance of respite,"
Miller blinked several times, "...I see," He brought his fist up to his lips and coughed, clearing his throat before taking a step forward. He waved a large folder before declaring, "I have a report regarding the latest breach along with a new concern regarding one of our site's SCP,"
No one spoke up, both the researcher and doctor simply looked at each other, before the latter locked eyes with the soldier still enjoying the last drop of his coffee. The aforementioned sergeant sucked loudly from his cup before letting out an exaggerated sigh of relief
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