"SCP-682 has been successfully recontained. The Site itself has sustained much damage."
"Typical. Prepare evacuation protocol 175." Dr. O rolled her eyes and removed her cap as the reporting agent nodded and left to relay the orders. The O5 rubbed her temples as the lower ranking Commander of her Mobile Task Force approached her.
"Everything okay, ma'am?" Commander Black remove her helmet and looked at her superior.
"This is a disaster." Dr. O placed the baseball cap back on her head, rubbing her eyes.
"Well it is SCP-682. I suppose this sort of damage is to be expected." The two started walking back to the elevated platform where a helicopter was waiting for them. Members from multiple Mobile Task Force Units ran past them, some heading back into the facility, others heading out.
"Estimated time of recovery for the Site at large?" Dr. O looked at the Commander, knowing she was one of the best members of the Foundation when it came to statistics.
"Hard to say. Anywhere between two weeks and two months. The fucker knew exactly what he was doing and smashed half the facility on purpose. Whatever God works miracles though, I guess we should be thanking them, not a single other SCP escaped while he was throwing his temper tantrum."
"So all that's left now is transfer to other site." The O5 nodded as they both boarded the helicopter that held Mobile Task Force Alpha-6. After a quick scan of the faces she looked at the pilot and asked.
"Who's missing?"
"Dr. P, ma'am." The pilot, a tan skinned redhead with bright green eyes and freckles looked at her from his seat before turning his attention back to the console.
"Damn it, Peters. Where the hell are you?" As if on cue, the second supporting O5 commander of Alpha-6 walked inside, the copter door sliding shut behind him.
"My apologies, Dr. Bright thought now was a good time to-" A loud clap echoed through the vehicle as Dr. O's right hand made contact with the male O5's cheek.
"Timing, Peterson. Timing."
Dr. P frowned and rubbed his reddening pale cheek with a gloved hand, ice blue eyes glaring through wavy raven locks at his colleague. She met his gaze with an apathetic expression and gripped one of the many hanging bars of the vehicle as it began to rise. Other members of Alpha-6 were strapped into their seats and speaking quietly amongst themselves as Commander Black made her way over to Dr. P.
"Any clue as to how 682 got out?"
"According to footage, it was just another attempted escape on its part." The O5 responded.
"A successful attempt." Dr. O crossed her arms, leaning against the wall.
"It's not our concern, Jones." Dr. P looked at her. "Our specialties are Euclid and Safe class."
"Then Dr. Cool and I shall definitely be talking about revisions to current containment procedures."
Dr. P opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it. Dr. O was in no mood to be spoken to, she was frustrated and serious about this, even if she only showed cold apathy. This bothered her to no end, he could see it in her eyes, and she'd made up her mind. There was no trying to convince her otherwise. Commander Black sensed the tension and wanted to ease it but had little idea as to how, now noticing all the passengers had gone silent. Twenty minutes of total deafening silence passed, only the sounds of the copter blades and whirring machinery keeping anyone from going insane, before the pilot, Kino, spoke up.
"We'll be arriving at Site-24 in ten minutes."
No one dared speak. Not until the copilot, Agent Bomb walked in. "Seven. Eight. There's a call in the cockpit for you two."
The two looked at each other before following the copilot to see who could be contacting them. Commander Black turned to her Mobile Task Force.
"I'm proud of you all." This caught several people off guard. Some looked at her with suspicion, some with fear, many with shock and confusion.
"Pardon?" Lafayette, one of the Mobile Task Force's front runners, looked at her.
"You all followed orders perfectly, helped recontain 682, and survived a struggle against one of the deadliest SCPs the Foundation has. A Keter class threat. That's a task worthy of praise, so I'll be the first one to give it to you. The Commander of Mobile Task Forces will easily disregard it as part of the job, but I will acknowledge it as an achievement."
Several people smiled and nodded. One stood up though, Levi Tusk, and looked at his Commander, making all fall silent.
"As great as an achievement this is, Commander Black, I'm afraid we wouldn't be here receiving thanks if it was no for your commanding skill. Your guidance is likely the reason we are all alive right now. Thank you, and Dr. O, and Dr. P." Levi stiffened for a moment before sitting back down.
The Commander smiled warmly and nodded. All was silent for a moment before the descending feeling washed over them.
"Landing in two minutes." Kino called to them as Dr. O and Dr. P walked back in.
"Are we all ready to get off?" Dr. P looked at Commander Black, who nodded in response. Several people grabbed their backpacks and stood up as the vehicle made contact with the ground once more. The doors opened with a hiss and the O5s stepped out, Commander Black following suit with her Mobile Task force lined up and marching in a three by four pattern behind her.
Dr. Carver immediately walked up to the two O5s shaking their hands and explaining to them something Commander Black had clearly missed out on. She paid little mind to it though, having been through this procedure a thousand and one times before. She ordered her Mobile Task Force to follow her upon entry to the site. They marched behind her, obedient and silent, following her into a briefing room and taking their seats. Commander Black walked up to the pedestal and tested the microphone, double checking that all her units were accounted for, and opening her mouth to speak when she froze. The very sight of the object made her blood run cold.
There, in the very back of the room, was a small brown, black bow-tie wearing, stuffed bear.