- Roberts glared at the two men. “Can you talk about this after?” She asked, before turning her attention back to the D-class. “Try it,” she instructed. “Do it quietly, so not to spark SCP-682’s attention.”
SCP. This was the first time he’d heard that phrase. It sounded important. “Will do,” he said before grabbing the sides of the vent cover. He hesitated.
“What does the vent cover monitor the flow of?” He asked. He touched a bit of his uniform to the green sludge on the ground.
“Lets handle that later like Roberts said”
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- “Just the correct flow of oxygen,” Roberts lied smoothly, but the uniform frayed at the ankle, burning away quickly.
Leo reached up. “I’m doing it!” He shouted at the radio as he pulled the cover as quickly as he could before running at the Containment doors. “OPEN THEM!” He screamed.
- The acid sprayed out after Leo, and his scream caused 682 to turn around and look at the D-class. It didn’t move yet, but Roberts dropped the radio in her hand with a curse and reached for the door control lever.
Leo reached the door. To give himself extra time, he pushed up and wedged his feet in the blast door in order to hold himself above the ground.
- Roberts hesitated before pulling the lever down. She looked at Simmons, looking for a clue for what she should do.
“It hasnt moved, it should be safe”
“Oh fuck”
“I think I shit myself”
Simmons said quietly
- Roberts nodded. “I’m curious why it didn’t work remotely,” she said. “Plus we have ShyGuy to worry about. But pretty good, right?”
“ill order some of the guards to bag his head and get him back, just tell me when”