"God, I need food. Right now."

*Gets up slowly. His body was still very sore.*

"I'ma looked around and see if there's any food still left around here. Anyone wanna come with?"

"I... You? I heard of you, and the Slade guy. You guys-"

"He took out 682. What were you thinking? If you knew any better, you would know that a nuke would just cause adaptation. What kind of doctor does that, you could have done much better"

"I-"

"And you could have considered the amount of men and women in the facility. Right now, I got a goddamn headache cause you didn't bother to just say no to Omega warhead."

"Look, it was a panicked situation. There wasn't a lot of thought in it. Besides, you and your boys are back in the bunker, right? Get some rest and be ready. I'll be back in a day or two and we'll have to scour the old facility. Rest now, Sergeant, out."

"Trials has been with The Foundation for 6 years. I doubt that he would do anything that would require his termination."

He took a sip from his drink.

"He is rather dangerous, but that makes him an adequate guard."

Omniary: fuck you anglerfish can't smell
Dr. Trialtrex21: how you know bitch
Omniary: it probably could smell you though
could probably smell your fucking dank ass nasty powersuit structure gel trog ass enslaved protein bullshit sloshing in your suit from a mile away

"Alright, I trust your judgement."

He looked around the room.

"Gale, where's Heathen? I think its time that boy got a new job."

He lowered the radio and felt even more tired. The doctor was right, sleep was the next thing on his list. Should anyone call him, they can wait. He left the bewildered Headquarters radio man there and headed to the cot he wanted do badly. When he found it, he dropped on it and felt himslef black out. He sleep throughout with no dreams but a single sentence.

"That's one crisis averted. Let us hope the next one is not as bad..."

*He left the room since he felt ignored by the others.*

The first place I should look for food is at the cafeteria. Better luck finding food there than anywhere else.

*He headed to where the cafeteria is.*

"Eh ill find him later"

Slade got up slowly, tossed his beer in the trash, and went to his room. There he fell on his bed and slept.

*He soon found a cafeteria. Though it looks destroyed.*

Let's see what's in the back.

*He checked the back and found food scattered everywhere on the floor.*

I'm in a mood for a sandwich. Lets find some bread, ham, and cheese.

*He looked around for the essential ingredients needed to make a sandwich. He found and constructed the sandwich he craved for. He ate the sandwich*

Holy, that was delicious. I never knew being that hungry could make a sandwich so delicious.

*He felt his pocket and felt the envelope again.*

....

*He pulled out the envelope from his pocket. He felt weird just holding it.*

What is so important about this envelope?

*He opens the envelope slowly.*

Dr. Scott slowly got up from his chair after playing TF2 for a long time.

"What year is it?..."

Meanwhile, Dr. Yukon was just sitting at the cafeteria table eating a Big Mac from the Mcdonalds that Scott made appear when he had control of SCP-662 during a containment breach from a year ago. The nearby men were staring quitely at her. When she noticed them, she immedietely ordered "a security burger" (Her codename of: "Take those pervs away")

Almost instantly, security guards started running in from all directions and forcing the guys to a table where they can't see her at all.

Dr. Yukon is a woman wanted by all men in the facility. But sadly, she always denied unless someone special comes by.

Rumors have it that the only person on her "special" list is Dr. Jordan Ford Scott.

Slade awoke with a slight headache. He got up groggily, and shuffled to his fridge. From it, he produced a can of coffee. He drank it down fast. He got up and walked back to the break room, there he waited.