The Endless Shuttle

Kevin looked at Wingate and asked again.

"Aren't you going to tell me why you came to the Asian branch? Putting a comfortable life, supreme power, and coming to this place where you can't even drink coffee until you vomit."

Wingate Peasley's eyes were erratic, stroking his beloved coffee cup and muttered.

"In fact, it's not that bad..."

"OK."

Seeing that the old friend still didn't intend to confess, Kevin also gave up the questioning as usual.

He took out a beautifully bound document from his wide pocket and placed it on Wingate Peasley's desk.

"what is this?"

"Your favorite "new trouble". "

Kevin said.

"Don't you think I came here to see you train people? Thirteen hours ago, the headquarters just made the decision to transfer "SCP-682". After you sign, the lizard that refuses to see God is about to land on our territory. You should think about what to entertain it-except your coffee. "

The old man's face changed color instantly.

The serial number is "SCP-682", the code name is "Indestructible Lizard", and the item level is "Keter".

The detailed information is too cumbersome. To put it simply, it is a terrifying large lizard with "immortality" and "evolution" abilities, and is extremely hostile to humans.

The Foundation has always wanted to execute it, but after countless experiments had to put it on hold.

Because they can't kill "682" at all.

Obviously, this time I don't know if it was a containment breach or a massacre incident, some European **** kicked the thorny ball into Wingate's hands.

"...Can I refuse to sign?"

"I'm afraid not." Kevin said: "The plane will arrive in 20 minutes. You'd better make a placement decision before then."

"I can think of the best place for SCP-682 to be placed in the shit's house that made this decision!" Wingate said viciously.

"They must be happily deploying a nuclear strike against here, and they are called "ultimate protection." "

"I think so too."

Complaining is to complaining, it is impossible to keep SCP-682 on the island just like that.

Wingate closed his eyes and signed the document, and then quickly arranged a shelter that met the requirements.

Kevin retracted the file.

"By the way, I need new researchers, especially those in the field of brain science. Wingate, help me apply like an upper-level application."

The old man was stunned, "If I remember correctly, our researchers should be full."

Kevin sighed, took his glasses off and wiped them.

"Like D-class personnel, all kinds of accidents will always happen when doing this job..."

"But you just said that the project is very gentle?"

"This is the disadvantage of you always rubbing the table with the project reports I give you. They are gentler than "173", "096" and "106", but it doesn't mean they don't bite. "

"It's great, it turns out I've been drinking coffee in "hell" all the time. "

"Do not."

Kevin stood up and looked at his old friend.

"Believe me, our **** will start slowly after the big lizard in the sky has landed. I really hope that the foundation will give me enough safety insurance money so that my family can get rich."

Hearing this, Wingate stroked his chin.

"That said, I haven't seen your wife for a long time..."

"Forty-two years." Kevin said: "The foundation you joined first, I was developed by you, and then I forbid my family to contact you."

Wingate did not answer, but looked up at the ceiling.

"So it has been so long? "Elena's gentle night" is just like what happened yesterday..."

Kevin froze for a moment, and then after savoring what his old friend said, regardless of his quality, he raised his **** at Wingate.

"Fuck you."

After Kevin left, Wingate laughed for a long time.

Chatting with his old friends is his little fun left in this boring institute.

It was another long wait. When Wingate estimated that Kevin had already started contacting "SCP-682", a secretary opened the door and walked in.

"Director Peasley, Captain Robert's video has been recovered. Do you need to watch it now?"

"Call another living captain to come to my office, he needs to see it too."

"Yes."

Soon, the non-commissioned officer who had just been trained re-entered Wingate's office.

An LCD screen automatically put down, and Robert's final video appeared in the eyes of Wingate and the officer.

A young man with black hair and blue eyes, a girl with black hair and black eyes, two creatures that look like humans but are not humans. Among them, the final lore of the black-haired young man was not even seen until it was fully released several times.

The sergeant frowned and said.

"Excuse me, sir. The physical fitness of the objects prepared for containment is extremely exaggerated, and they have certain special abilities. If the missiles are useless to him, it is unlikely that the containment can be completed with our existing equipment. And it is under his protection. "Lactavira" under..."

"Shhh."

Wingate interrupted the non-commissioned officer and stared directly at the screen.

"It turned out to be you...ha, you finally came...no wonder..." he murmured. "From the morning of that summer in 1913, I waited for you for too long and too long...really too long..."

"Sir?"

The sergeant looked at Wingate inexplicably.

The old man regained his senses abruptly.

Wingate shook his head to signal that he was okay and then turned off the video.