"Disable the warheads ASAP. We can't nuke it, if he adapts it'll be the end of everything."

And what use would that be? The bomb would explode very soon, if not minutes from now-

"Sabre 3, this is Scimitar 2-4, request prepare to adjust fire on the object. E.T.A. five minutes. Be ready, we'll blow this thing to Hell."

An idea suddenly came to mind, and it seemed to be so far fetched, it was almost impossible. Yes, he grasped at it anyways. Standing up, he took the attention of Nine-Tailed Fox.

"Listen up, boys. Doctor Gears sees fit to burn this place to the ground. We have five minutes until fire mission is called. Right now, you follow my orders. Follow me and stay close, we're going to disable it"

"Sir, that nuke is the only thing standing between big lizard and anarchy in the cities. You can't do that-"

"Oh yes I bloody well can. If he adapts to it, then what? Captain Grevik's got it handled, but we have to disable that nuke, now."

They looked at each other and accepted this. No further discussion was made.

-----

"You're mad, that can't work!"

"Actually, it might just work. Trust me on this."

-----

Gale stood in the elevator doors. Nine-Tailed Fox was waved off to stay and patrol while he had the job of testing his experiment. When the doors opened, he noted the massive hydrogen bomb before him. He passed it and went to the controls. Alpha and Omega were there. He flipped the Alpha and a loud noise signaled its switching off. The omega, however, did not respond. Of course, it couldn't be that easy.

"Sabre 3, this is Scimitar 2-4, request for fire mission on Grid ES 4QFJ15, over"

"Copy, Grid ES 4QFJ15, over"

"Fire mission on SCP-682, can't miss it on the satellite. Danger close for any personnel in the facility.

"Rodger, firing"

Nothing from the Alpha, but the Omega rose to its full height and stood there, still. Gale rose in his hand a polygon named SCP-123. He aimed it at the warhead and waited. It was then that the bomb exploded.

-----

Upstairs, Nine-Tailed Fox waited diligently when a random earthquake threw every member shooting to the ceiling. Only one shake it was, and the helmets saved any concussions. In fact, maybe even a splattered brain on the ceiling. They knew immediately that the experiment had worked. But had the Sergeant survived? And who was that figure coming to them? Every member rose there rifle, but Heathen waved them down when he saw the figure.

"I expect you sensed the overpowering disease from Gale?"

Slade hoped Able would come quick, he did want a rematch with 682 after all. However there was still other things that needed to be prepared. He, and 2 other task force members ran to the armoury, and brought out the two M1 Abrams tanks.

He set them near the exit of the facility, in the fields. Both aimed at the exit that 682 would surely take. Slade found the hydrologic harpoon cannon that was used for pulling apart the foundations of buildings. It was new tech for the task forcr, to be used on assults, but this seemed appropriate. They would attach to anything, anchoring themselves into any material, in this case it would be 682, and the hull of a tank.

He waited for his "package". Members of Delta-7 would be with Able, and he didn't trust it, it had killed his friends before. Suddenly a AC-130 flew overhead, and multiple parashutes appeared. 12 men landed, all bearing explosive weaponry. A large box landed with a thud, Able was no doubt inside.

"Good to see you lads, keep that bastard sealed till we see the SCP-682. That AC-130 gonna help out?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, take positions. You know the plan, stay out of the middle of the fight, and don't kill Able till 682's been neurtalized. "

The gate burst open, and 682 charged.

"Open fire..."

The cage opened and Able burst out brandishing two massive blades.

*crack!*

(Dr. Lavrov and Dr. Baton both had hit the ceiling after some quake. Baton recovered quickly, and proceed down the hallway to the evacuation center. Lavrov struggled to regain his balance, whatever had happened took a lot out of him. Thankfully, the caramels didn't activate when he landed. He sort of limped his way to the center as fast as could. No more scips, at least in his line of sight. Once he made it to the 'copters outside, he saw everyone boarding each one. One of guards approached Dr. Lavrov, lending him a hand.)
Guard: "Are you alright, doctor? You seem hurt."
Dr. Lavrov: "I am. Don't worry, nothing I can't beat. I'll be fine for now. So, six-eight-two. That damn thing. Who do they got to handle him this time?"
Guard: "Some normal weaponry, sir, after the detonation failed."
Dr. Lavrov: ("So that's what that terrible shaking was all about! Someone stopped the warhead from going off. How, though, was anyone's guess right now. Whoever it was will probably get trouble with the big bad oh-fives, but at least I'm alive.")
Guard: "They also assigned Able to get the lizard, at least enough so they can re-contain the damn bastard. C'mon, I'll get you to a copter so you can be placed elsewhere until this blows-"

(The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the beast charging. With it, another creature bursted out, blades in both hands. Able. The fierce killing machine himself. The guard escorted Lavrov to the copter, now loaded with three other passengers, strangers to him, and a pilot. They took to the sky, and the other copters followed. Guess they were getting them to a safer site. More copters were heading in, some landing for evacuating researchers and agents, others trying to fight the lizard. Lavrov sighed and began to relax a bit more.)

The pain that resided in his noggin was at a point of explosion. On it went, and despite his efforts there was no screams.

Soon after, he came to.

"Well, good sir. The disease seems to have changed your appearance, perhaps you should be more careful with who you interact with"

"Doctor? What the hell..."

"Sabre, why the bloody fuck didn't the bombs hit!?"

"It was deactivated, Scimtar. However, the Omega warhead was officially detonated. However, there mat have been a faulty line or-"

"Sabre 3, Scimitar 2-4, this is Technical Sergeant Gale. The Alpha warhead was deactivated under my prejudice. The Omega warhead detonated, but any damage was averted using SCP-123"

Silence on both lines.

"All stations, this is Headquarters. All the intel was received, and we hear intel on Captain Greviks' got codename "Able" on the job to kill SCP-682. Sergeant, what is your situation?"

"I'm fine, just a minor concussion perhaps-"

"The disease is perforating your functions. You'll need to stay here until your mot functions return."

"Wha... was that SCP-049"

"Yes sir, he's actually aiding us here. Remind me to classify him as safe, he might be helpful"

"Noted. Scimtar 2-4, fall back to the blast bunker with Dr. Gears. Sabre 3, we have orders by Captain Grevik to send paratroopers and an AC-130 carrying "Able" on board. I expect these orders to taken right away"

"Copy, Headquarter, out"

"This is Sabre 3, we're falling back, out. We have more personnel as well as Doctors Lavrov and Baton. We'll take them to the blast bunker right now, out."

"Sergeant, get Nine-Tailed Fox and any personnel with you topside right now"

"Will do sir, out.", Gale responded, and looked to the MTF, "Well, just give me a minture or two and we'll go together, eh?"

"You're insane, you know that?"

"You know what, if I put on my mask, will you quit pouting?"

682 roared at the site of Able. He wasted no time, and charged swinging his blades at the thing. Blood splashed everywhere, but 682 was intact. The entire MTF was also firing upon 682 though it wasn't doing much.

682 whipped its tail at Able. However he impaled it with one blade, and sliced it off with the other. 682 let out a shriek of pain, if it felt pain anyways.

Slade yelled "Now!"

8 men ran to the tail and drug it back to the mobile acid vat. They threw it in and got back to their positions. Then fired again.

682 pounced Able and tore a massive piece of his left shoulder out. He screamed, and kicked 682, though it did little. 682 lifted a leg and attempted to stomp on Able. He quickly swung his blade and severed its leg. He then successfully kicked it off. Again the MTF ran to collect the limb, and contain it.

Able threw a blade directly at 682, and it lodged itself in 682's head. It appeared not to notice. It charged yet again, and snapped at Able. He didn't dodge it in time, and it tore off his left arm. He fell to the ground and 682 was on top of him. An even larger sword materialized in Ables hand, and he swung it with all his might. 682 was severed horizontally. The back with the two intact legs, became lifeless, while the other half struggled to move, with only one leg.

Slade smiled and ordered the squad.

"Lets hit em with all we got!"

The team fired a volly of grenades at both Able and 682. The gunship used its massive cannons, and the tanks fired their shells. Slade shot the harpoon at 682 lower half, and connected it to a tank.

"Don't let it re attach!"

The tank drug one half of 682 back near the acid vat. Meanwhile everyone else continued to fire at the scips. After nearly a minute of constant firing, they stopped and waited for the smoke to clear. 682 was in pieces, and unconscious. Able was soaked in blood, and obviously dead. His only remnants were a peice of his torso.

"Lets get some choppers to move the 682 bits into the vat yeah? Damn fine work boys, we made it"

He turned at looked at the aftermath, and chuckled.

"All that work, just to put these bastards to sleep... Hell of a job eh guys?"

Felix heard all the roars. Maybe going outside wasnt a good idea after all.

"Lets see if i can find another way aroun...."

*faints*

26 Fe + Mexican food =: lets see if you're oh so mister oh so smart
26 Fe + Mexican food =: who am i
ShadowDust: IronFajitas
26 Fe + Mexican food =: fuck
ShadowDust: *flies away*

Trial's hears 682, and his grin widens.

"It appears that my favorite SCP is loose... This is going to be fun."

(( I posted Trials' app. Look in "Background characters" : http://scpcbgame.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=2581 ))

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

*As he is flying in the air in the helicopter, he let out a sigh of relief.*

Thank god. I thought that place was going to be the death of me.

No... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! This wasn't what I had planned!!! No matter!!!! I'LL JUST HAVE TO BRING YOU BACK!!!!!!!, a voice screamed in his voice.

Agh! My head!

*A figure suddenly appeared and latch on to the helicopter, destroying the rotor. The helicopter suddenly started spinning and going down the pilot screaming, " Helicopter going down!*

Oh no...

*The figure suddenly appeared in front of him and grab him. He had already killed the pilot and the passengers. For a quick second he saw that it was the mysterious doctor.*

I won't let you get away again.

*The mysterious doctor knocked him out and jumped out of heli with Dr.Baton in his hands.*

It's time I finished what I had planned for you. But it requires you to be there. Sorry friend.

Slade re-entered the facility. 682 was back in containment. 008 was eradicated. Able was killed yet again. The breach was nearly over, 173 was all that was left. Everyone split in groups of three and searched for it.

He pulled out his radio and used the facility intercoms.

"This is Cpt. Slade Grevik of the Mobile Task Force Delta-7. 9 tailed fox and Delta-7 have recontained SCP-682 and all instances of SCP-008-1 have been neutralized. SCP-173 is still uncontained, but will be contained shortly. Remain in a safe area, until I give the all clear. Cpt. Grevik, over and out."

The corridors quickly switched from heavy to light containment. As the walk dragged on to find Gate B, the sound of a roar emitted from the walls. Clearly the fight was going well for the monster to be screaming that loud. It was then that a cry of fear emitted from the radio. He stopped the squad to check the radio. It was from a heli, and clearly the metallic crashes signaled it had gone down. He'd intended to call Dr. Lavrov and inquire on any other surviving doctors, but that was out of the question. He continued on until he stopped again.

"Segeant, we can't stop, everybody's going to leave without-"

Gale shushed him and waited. Silence, then footsteps. Many, and up ahead came many soldiers. His first thought was more MTF, then the uniforms came into vie, and not just that, and RPG-7. Gale had no time to react, the rocket fired and it crossed halfway when a thundering crash caused the room to suddenly collapse. Such was the earthquake that the area he was in had fallen a story down, and the rocket had detonated on rock and dirt, backfiring and possibly killing the soldiers. Gale picked himself up and started to help the MTF up.

"What was that, Chaos Insurgency?" Heathen demanded.

"Probably, we'll have to fire from the crack up there, hopefully they won't drop a grenade in or-"

A scream and bone crack from the soldiers. Then, silence. The rock moved toward the area that Gale was in then stood next to the crack between normal chamber and collapsed room.

"This is Cpt. Slade Grevik of the Mobile Task Force Delta-7. 9 tailed fox and Delta-7 have recontained SCP-682 and all instances of SCP-008-1 have been neutralized. SCP-173 is still uncontained, but will be contained shortly. Remain in a safe area, until I give the all clear. Cpt. Grevik, over and out."

"Segeant Gale to Captain Grevik, we found the sculpture. Come get it, our only way out of the tunnel is blocked by this thing, over"