After leaving the containment chamber, I found a storage room with supplies inside. There wasn't that much, but it was enough to get me through the lower levels of the facility. There was a gas mask, a level 3 key card, a SAT-NAV, and a couple batteries to go along with the navigator. After gathering the things, the door had closed behind me. No surprise there, the doors close automatically all the time. But then something very surprising happened.
There were footsteps outside the door. I could hear talking. It seemed to be muffled though. Like somebody was talking through a mask of some kind…
Then it occured to me. The Mobile Task Force! They had to be here! It was about time, too. It was either them or some guards that had survived the initial breach. It sounded like they were looking for survivors. I opened the door right away. But I had bolted through the doorway so fast I had fell over face first onto the floor.
When I looked up I saw multiple figures in the dimly lit hall. There seemed to be about three or four of them. They were wearing gas masks, helmets, and armour. One of them spoke.
Guard: Over here! We've got a survivor.
More figures approached. Based on their blue suits under their armour, I'd say they were guards that had survived the breach. Now there were about six of them.
Guard: ID number, personnel.
They were asking for my personal ID number. Everybody who works at the foundation has one. But I wasn't sure why they wanted it.
Dr. Dawson: Uh, why?
The guards all paused for a moment. One of the guards responded back though.
Guard: ID. Now.
I started feeling a bit skeptical. What if they were actually part of the Chaos Insurgency, and they planned on stealing my ID? They could hack into my work profile and-
Guard: We need find out whether you're actually a D-Class or not.
They had a fair point.
Dr. Dawson: 415097.
Guard: Thank you. Now, this facility is under complete lockdown. We need to get you out of here, A-S-A-P.
I couldn't agree more. I was sick and tired of being cooped up in this hell. I agreed and then we were on our way.
We were walking through the lower levels of the facility when one of the security guards approached me.
Guard: Hey, uh, we never got your name. I know it seems like it doesn't matter to us, but I'd like to know…"
Dr. Dawson: Thomas. Thomas Dawson. What about yours?
Flynn: Flynn Mitchell. Security Guard and former Medic at the SCP Foundation.
Flynn took of his helmet and smiled at me. He was pretty good-looking. He had to be in his mid-thirties. He had brown, almost black neatly combed hair and green eyes. Unlike me, who has dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He looked stronger than me too.
Dr. Dawson: You were once a medic here?
Flynn: Well at a different facility, yes.
Dr. Dawson: Oh wow. What facility?
Flynn: Area-32.
I remembered once working at that facility. It was a few years back, and Area-32 was short-staffed, so I decided I'd try and help. I don't usually get transferred to another facility often, unless I'm needed there. I tried telling Flynn this, but halfway through a sentence one of the guards nearby interrupted me and Flynn's light-hearted chat.
Guard: Hey, Flynn, focus on the mission at hand.
Flynn frowned and the guard also barked at Flynn to put his helmet back on. Flynn put his helmet on promptly.
Flynn: That's Lieutenant James Dawkins, But we just call him "Wolfy".
Dr. Dawson: Why do you call him Wolfy?
Flynn: Well because he likes wolves, and he's basically a lone wolf. See? Not everything is so complicated.
Dr. Dawson: Huh.
Wolfy: Soldier Mitchell! What'd I tell you?
Flynn: Sorry sir!
After that, the seven of us just walked in plain silence for a while.
Flynn told us there was a shortcut in the facility through the server room. Wolfy led us into the server room. As he entered, he stopped in his tracks abruptly.
Guard: What happened? What's wrong?
Wolfy turned around slowly.
Wolfy: SCP-096 is located in there. DO NOT enter until I say so.
He was right. I could hear SCP-096's breathing and crying, if it was really crying and breathing.
Wolfy hesitantly entered the room. A few seconds later, he peeked out and told us it was safe to enter, but we needed to keep our eyes closed as much as possible.
We followed Wolfy through the server room. When we were almost through, that's when all hell broke loose.