[night of 3068 year]

The lone rebel ran away with all his might, just to avoid falling into the greedy hands of his now former colleagues. He ran in a gas mask, and already approaching the only exit that was nearby, he took off his gas mask. When he took it off, it was easy to tell who it was. It was quite popular back in the 2018s. It was Benjamin Oliver Walker.

He was running away from his, it seems... already former colleagues. He didn't want at least one of his friends to catch up with him, who was now hunting for him, on the orders of his superiors. He looked back and realized that he had run far enough away from them to slow down his pace. He doesn't even seem tired. But I wanted to save my energy. For what?

just a few hours ago, he was still doing his work as a laborer in this facility. Back in the 2012s, he signed papers to work here. That day, he gave them a lot. Cards of various accesses and information that he obtained from the SCP fund before and during the escape. But he knew that no one could look into his "pockets," which is why he did not give them everything he had. Thanks to the fact that he was able to improve them, no one could catch him today.

Will we be able to find out what happened to him after?

Let's get a look!

PoV: Benjamin.O.W.

It seems he has broken away from them after all. How lucky he was that he left his things in his pocket dimension. No one could have imagined that he would do this to his colleagues and friends. But he knew that he shouldn't trust anyone, especially people who worked in such a strange place and were more like the Foundation itself than their completely opposite enemies.

Although, they were only different in their interests, although the difference was not visible everywhere.

He was already at the exit when... - * smash * - The gate closed, and around it appeared many people and guards with many weapons.

«what the heck!?» - Ben thought to himself as he turned back. He wasn't terribly worried, but he was still.

He took a liking to the only person who lowered his weapon. Each of those present was on each other. But it seems that this did not stop Ben from seeing them through their own gas masks. The man started talking...

«Oh Rasen.. What a big mistake you made. My dear friend, you could have just run away from here without taking a single object. But you decided to do otherwise... Stupid, Rasen. That was incredibly stupid of you.» - He took a deep breath, which was clearly visible in the light when his shoulders rose slightly and then fell. He remained silent and then continued. - «I hope you have time to think about this moment deep underground, in silence. Fine? My old friend.

He's targeting me.. HE'S AIMING THE FUCKING ME. That is why.. - I raised my hand to my own lips, and said a barely audible. there was a yellow glow on my hand, the source of which was my eyes, the glow of which surprised many... but even more questions arose from those present after, apparently, blue ash began to fall from my hair. It was a fascinating sight.

the last thing I heard was: «What the hell is this?»

And the last thing they saw was something like this: A man, whose face was hidden in shadows, extended his hand to his face, after which his eyes lit up, slightly illuminating his face and hand, which was not previously visible. After all, ash of an unnatural color began to fall from it. Well, then it evaporated, leaving behind only a mountain of ash. Literally a mountain of ashes. And it became clear to them only after the cleaners had collected all the ashes.

I even felt funny after I realized this. Poor fellows.

Now I was interested in only one thing.

Where did I end up after all this madness?