Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The head of the research institute, "Site Director" Wingate Pisri is comfortably staying in this absolutely safe area.

In the spacious white-silver room, an old man of about sixty to seventy years old was sitting on a chair.

He took care of his hair meticulously, wore a precious handmade black suit, and looked at the two subordinates at the desk with interest while holding a cup of coffee.

"It's true that I signed and approved "Operation Kali", but before that, who was the gentleman who swore to me that only "Lactavira" existed in Tokyo? "

One of the tall and strong officer males whispered.

"It's me, sir."

"Oh, it's you."

Wingate suddenly realized, then tapped the phone on the table and asked.

"Then can you explain what happened to the man next to 'Lactavira'? "

"...Maybe an ordinary person who is bewildered."

"It only took five minutes from Robert's request to be contacted to when I got the call. Can the 'ordinary person' you speak of deal with all six heavily armed contingents in five minutes? "

The old man gave a mocking smile.

"Then I am highly skeptical of the Foundation's selection of soldiers."

"..."

The officer was silent.

Wingate stared at him for a moment, then waved his hand in resignation.

"Okay, there's no point in going after the past, and I didn't call you here to make you bow your head and be disciplined like a student who's about to hide in your mother's skirt. I'll let you know when Robert's body video comes out, and then I I want you to give me a new containment plan immediately. I don't want to make mistakes this time."

"Yes!"

The officer gave a sharp salute, then turned and left Wingate's office.

After the door closed slightly, Wingate changed his majestic appearance and leaned back in the chair casually.

"The parliamentary mystic bastards are getting more and more perfunctory with me," he complained.

"Look at the "elite troops" they sent?Even the most basic intelligence gathering can't be done well, and that Robert was even transferred from a field agent to become a task force leader. It's like a mix of tomatoes and chocolate, too bad..."

"Wingate, you chose to come to the Asian branch. This is a garbage dump for the elderly."

Another man who had just stood beside the officer spoke up.

He looked older than Wingate, with glasses and his usual white lab coat uniform, as neat as new.

"Two years ago it was a 'end-of-life dump'. ' Wingate corrected.

"Kevin, you definitely know better than me how many new items this institute has accommodated in the past two years. After all, in the past two years, only "Lactavira" is the first preparatory containment that I have personally learned about and stepped into.This place is no longer the "holiday resort" it used to be. "

"...Well, two years ago."

Kevin shrugged, then pulled over a chair and sat down.

"But compared to "173", "096", and "106" that I have come into contact with, the projects in this institute can definitely be called "gentle". "

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 on top of your power, you came to this place where you can't even drink coffee and you will vomit."

Wingate Pisley's eyes wandered, stroking his beloved coffee cup and muttering.

"Actually it's not that bad..."

"OK."

Seeing that his old friend still didn't intend to confess, Kevin also gave up asking questions as usual.

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

"what is this?"

"Your favorite "New Trouble." "

Kevin said.

"Don't you think I came here specifically to see you train people? Thirteen hours ago, the headquarters just made the decision to transfer "SCP-682".By the time you're done signing, that lizard that refuses to see God is about to land on our turf, and you should think about what to serve it with—except your coffee. "

The old man's face changed color instantly.

Serial number "SCP-682", codename "Indestructible Lizard", item level "Keter".

The detailed information is too cumbersome. In short, it is a terrifying large lizard with the ability to "undead" and "evolution", and has a super hostile hostility to humans.

The Foundation had always wanted to terminate it, but had to put it on hold after numerous trials.

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

Apparently, some bastards in Europe kicked the prickly ball into Wingate's hands this time, whether it was a containment breach or a massacre.

"...Can I refuse to sign?"

"I'm afraid not," Kevin said. "The plane will arrive in twenty minutes. You'd better make a placement decision before that."

"The best place I can think of for SCP-682 is the house of the shit that made this decision!" Wingate said viciously.