p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="26931848d36a9ee20fdcd8b547286d23"It was day now – the time had flown by since Simon first killed. Unsurprisingly, the police were soon at the scene, yet again another few victims were claimed by Tod alleyway. Many of the police inspecting the area looked relatively alike – tall, strong and carrying a small stun-gun in their belts. However, whilst watching from his makeshift hideout, Simon noticed a new breed. They were tall, like the others, but wore black, seemingly bulletproof vests and helmets a top of a greyish-white gear. The helmets themselves had what could only be described as a green, acrylic, transparent viewing glass-pane that was raised; Simon could only assume they were either for night vision, or they had heard stories of Tod alleyway and became paranoid beyond comedy. However, he couldn't laugh – he was right next to them./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="f246ffe40ecb078e0659de9ae08651d2"The room in which Simon awoke from his deepened sleep was nothing like any other room he'd seen before. His eyes darted all over, looking for any danger, but there was nothing. He was in a mainly white room with orange stripes down the walls. Around him, was a large cage of metal poles, a computer and its accessories. At first, Simon decided not to touch the computer, in fear of punishment. However, as time went on, the idea of nothing too bad happening began to grow on Simon, and soon he was typing away. Within thirty minutes, he was making his first attempts to hack into the asylum and after a few more minutes, he succeeded, only to be presented with a screen that read, "Pass." Simon stared at the screen, confused, for a long time, until a surprise intercom announcement made him jump out of his skin./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="f3e685596516b18b73fe0c4719b8c7f4""Congratulations, you passed our little test. No other person we've seen has ever been able to do that so quickly, and only five managed to achieve it at all. I think that last person we had to do it took seven days – you took thirty-four minutes," Simon couldn't prevent a slight grin from appearing on his face, forgetting why he was there, "However." Pause. One simple pause caused the whole mood to change, "Due to your prior actions, and your knowledge, you will be labelled SCP-079, rather than D-4832 or anything like that. Enjoy your stay, we'll bring food later." The intercom turned off following the voice, its tone getting quite passive-aggressive at the end./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="39465d19c9aade644746f794ce910115"Simon sat as low as possible in a tree perched in the alleyway. He had taken his black trousers off and placed them in front of him, then places leave beside them to make it look as if he was a bird's nest. Being honest with himself, Simon was quite embarrassed that anyone from behind would see him half-naked, looking as if he was stuck in the tree, but it was a price to pay for not being sent directly to prison: Unknown to Simon at the time, a face in a window had seen him kill a man the night prior, and so the authorities knew his face, and now Simon knew this – as if being 'potentially' wanted for murder was frightening enough. Simon dipped his head quickly, silently praying that the jumping eyes of a nearby 'special officer' hadn't seen him. It didn't help that the green glass panes that were now in use hid their eyes from Simon. "Simon!" One of the officers called, "Simon? Are you there, Simon?" A new feeling hit Simon's stomach – it made him feel as if he was about to throw up. They knew him. If he was on a computer, he'd be floating about in cyberspace, never to be located, but that was not the case. They had him trapped in a corner (well, a tree) all by himself, with no resources and were just waiting, waiting and waiting: They had won; time to give up./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="0ccd766a2528f6d9211e0b2049ebb14f""Only if I can ask you two." Simon shrugged sorrowfully, looking up at the police officer before his eyes went with their instinct to dart to the ground./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="8a3e8fca2c7764cadd39fd2a25751904""I don't understand, there are none?"/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="98f6135122a518ec8a89bbfcf71ff590""Correct." Simon was knocked out cold./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="f246ffe40ecb078e0659de9ae08651d2"The room in which Simon awoke from his deepened sleep was nothing like any other room he'd seen before. His eyes darted all over, looking for any danger, but there was nothing. He was in a mainly white room with orange stripes down the walls. Around him, was a large cage of metal poles, a computer and its accessories. At first, Simon decided not to touch the computer, in fear of punishment. However, as time went on, the idea of nothing too bad happening began to grow on Simon, and soon he was typing away. Within thirty minutes, he was making his first attempts to hack into the asylum and after a few more minutes, he succeeded, only to be presented with a screen that read, "Pass." Simon stared at the screen, confused, for a long time, until a surprise intercom announcement made him jump out of his skin./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="f3e685596516b18b73fe0c4719b8c7f4""Congratulations, you passed our little test. No other person we've seen has ever been able to do that so quickly, and only five managed to achieve it at all. I think that last person we had to do it took seven days – you took thirty-four minutes," Simon couldn't prevent a slight grin from appearing on his face, forgetting why he was there, "However." Pause. One simple pause caused the whole mood to change, "Due to your prior actions, and your knowledge, you will be labelled SCP-079, rather than D-4832 or anything like that. Enjoy your stay, we'll bring food later." The intercom turned off following the voice, its tone getting quite passive-aggressive at the end./p
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