Are We Cool Yet? [Complete!]

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Heyy now I roped another person into this mad circus show (sorry!)

Anyway I really appreciate all everyone's comments I logged in this morning to 84 notifications and I was ecstatic!

So, big thank yous to

Silmonia123

SarcasmQueen247 (please hurry and update A Liar's Sin!!)

And 

YourQuixoticMother (waiting for more With Sugar, Please)

This is a new point of view, it'll probably be really short because I have had an inspiration for this story and yeah but if anyone is even reading this comment super cuddly pets because I still can't get over the 2014 page...

Wait is this like the first female character in this book yet? Oof. I'll make sure to even it out when... well I won't spoil the twist yet. Also, I have a headcanon that Peanut is non-binary. 

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Delta was used to authority changing quickly, especially during a breach. She never went out with the same group more than once, someone was always lost.

But she wasn't used to being the one in charge. She was Alpha now.

She looked down from her seat in the helicopter. "There! Turn and hover."

Beside her, the pilot swerved to circle four dots on the edge of the forest. Alpha aimed her gun, not to shoot, yet, but to use the zoom lens.

"They're all there. 049, 035, 173, 096."

"And the Old Man? Radical Larry himself?"

Alpha chuckled, despite herself. "You know Gears said not to call him that. And I don't see the body anywhere."

"He's dead for sure?"

"According to Charlie, yeah. Call the others around and let's do a low hover. And speakers on, please."

The pilot, the newly appointed NTF-Beta, rubbed his nose, unsure. "Alpha— the old guy— already tried to negotiate. We should just grab them while we can."

She shrugged. "It's worth a shot. If it works, it'll save us some trouble."

"Whatever you say, boss."

The three copters settled around the skips, each about ten feet up, struts almost brushing the tops of the line of trees.

The words the ethics committee had written for her, and the many before her, crackled over the speakers, gratingly louder than the pounding of the helicopters themselves. "SCP 173, 096, 049, 035, please comply with the NTF and return to your containment."

SCP-035 made a rude gesture with his host's hands.

"He flipped us the bird," Beta said, "pretty sure that's a 'no.'"

When the skips started to run for the trees, Alpha puffed out a breath. "Chopper one to the ground, two and three skirt the woods. Lethal force authorized."

They complied. Alpha could see them slipping on thermal imaging goggles and sprinting after the skips.

The woods wasn't that big. Sooner or later, they would be contained or killed.

But then the entire unit returned unscathed three hours later, after scouring the trees time and time again. The SCPs had simply vanished. There was something anomalous going on, and Alpha was going to get to the bottom of it.