The door opens to the maintenance department of Site 81 as one of the Ketter researchers enters with his clipboard in hand.

Steve and I look up from our workbenchers as he approaches.

We were in the middle of tweaking the power supplies on the new Faraday cages that were just fabricated last week.

Seems like we won't be finishing this today after all.

You too. He calls us out with an attitude

like he doesn't have the time or patience to get to know our names, even though they are cleanly stitched on the front of our uniforms.

The chamber for SCP-017 needs maintenance personnel. One of the containment protocols has become

inoperable and needs to be fixed. I nodded him and get back

to my tools. Sure. Just let us wrap up here and put on our equipment. Suddenly I get talked over

with even more attitude from the hot-headed researcher. Did you not hear me? Containment protocols

for SCP-017 are out of compliance. This is a stage-5 priority assignment.

Do I need to go to your superior instead?

No, no, no. Not at all.

I cower.

Admittedly, I'm a pretty tame individual,

mainly because I've only been with the foundation for a few months.

Steve, on the other hand, has been here ten years,

but he has the habit of just doing what he's told with no pushback. He already started

packing up his tools. We'll handle it. Be there in a few minutes. I gave a fake smile back

to the researcher. I can now clearly see the security badge on his chest. Due to his high position, it was good I did not challenge him.

We print out the work order from the computer, get our tools, and pick up the parts we need.

We start to head down the corridor to iWing.

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