Slade awoke in his room, with most likely the worst hangover he's ever had. He got up and went to the medicine cabinet. From it, he extracted some Advil. He got up, and went to take a shower.

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The UIU members waited in the rec room. Anna figured that the Foundation was going to give them an amnesiac, and send them home. However when the door opened, Slade entered. He was dressed in MTF overalls again. He spoke.

"Okay, you guys did a good job. You get two options, first we can give you an amnesiac, and give you a few funds for your organization. Or you can join us, and do some good. Make a choice in the next ten minutes."

He walked out of the room, and the UIU members talked amongst themselves. Anna already knew her choice. Her father used to be with the Foundation, and she'd be proud to be a part of it. Two of the others also would stay. The rest however knew the dangers of the job, and didn't mind getting their memories wiped out. Slade re-entered.

"Alright lads, made up your minds?"

"All foundation personell, please exit for drop-off at the facility"

"Guess that means it's time to go," said Dr. Kelman, standing up, a bit eager to see the full-blown research facility. He walked over to the door. "Everyone else ready?"

(Dr. Lavrov grabbed his labcoat and shirt, slipping them back on. Setting his coffee mug aside, Lavrov nodded to Kelman and was the first one to head out the door. Lavrov had gotten a bit stir-crazy, all things considered. Walking down the halls of the now bleak facility, Lavrov recollected the boring days of working here. But they were safe, and things were nice. At least everything was working then.

(Opening the last door to the left and following a long hallway, there was the exit. The door creaked open and the hallway was flooded with fresh air. Lavrov heard the other doctors following him. He saw the helicopter, and off stepped a woman. He had assumed she, too, was a researcher, by the looks of her.)
Dr. Lavrov: "I take it this is the rescue party?"

Trex heard the alert to exit the facility, and he nodded to Kelman. He hoped that everything would be completely under control at the facility by now, and that he and Arrianna would be safe, though nobody is ever safe working with The Foundation. He got up, and looked over to Rosalene, noticing that she was still asleep. She couldn't exactly walk, so Trex had to carry her outside to the helicopter. He got aboard the helicopter, buckling him and Rosalene into the seats.

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

Unable to remember the way to the helipad, Dr. Kelman let everyone else lead the way. When they got there, he boarded the helicopter. He wanted something to talk about on the way to the facility, so he asked, "What kind of stuff were you dealing with before the containment breach?"

Doctor Finlay looked to the doctor and frowned, "Well, I guess you can say that," she looked to see more of the doctors exiting and entering the heli. There would probably be more. She looked back to the doctor, "I wouldn't know, I came from Site 37, and I got transferred over here on account for some more work over here. From the looks of it, I was right."

There would probably be a few stragglers, so she decided to wait. In the meantime, she pulled out a laptop from her back pack. She'd received several messages regarding paperwork to be done, but as she looked through her email, she found one regarding work on a new SCP. She had been given permission to file the new SCP. She accepted, but she needed another person to help. She decided to wait for everyone to arrive, then she would ask them.

Anna stood up first.

"It'd be an honor, sir."

"Welcome to the Foundation."

He shook her hand. 2 others stood nervously. He welcomed them as well. He turned back to Anna.

"Report to agent Bibbs for IA orientation. Trust me, that's the position you want."

"Thank you Grevik."

He turned to the two others.

"You two go to agent Franks for general Agent orientation. From there you'll find the position that you'll apply for."

He turned and left to go check up on Gale.

Gale opened his eyes and looked about. He was in a hospital again, but this time he could tell. The hotel he'd seen before was gone. He now wore a white smock that looked humiliating, yet very welcoming. There was no static, no entity trying to mess with his mind, and yet the memory remained in his mind. It would never leave. His arm was bandaged, and a temporary cast on the leg. It wouldn't last long, hopefully.

The hospital he was in was plain, tiles and such everywhere. The facility didn't really have much money to decoration. The facility was secure then, he had to see Heathen soon, perhaps the MTF were deciding on whether to kill him? He would have to wait. Instead, he would have to wait in this bed. And so he waited. And waited. And all of a sudden, he wish someone would just punch him in the face just for the hell of it.

Slade entered the room Gale was staying in. He was carrying a 6 pack of beer. He sat down next to Gale on his bed, and gave him a beer. Then cracked one open for himself, sipping it.

"Rough day? Tell me what happened."

Gale looked up to see Slade an a 6-pack. He smiled.

"You shouldn't be drinking alcohol after that, Slade," he said, then decided he might as well tell him all that he had seen, "Well, I think you're going to have to know. It started after we entered the facility..."

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Heathen awoke from his slumber. Over him, an MTF unit looked to him and said, "you're free to go, but that was a really stupid move, man."

He was right, but after all he had seen, it was well worth the cost. He needed to find Gale after all this, he would at least have some advice on this.