Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"They must be happily deploying a nuclear strike here and calling it 'ultimate protection'. "

"I think so too."

Complaining is complaining, SCP-682 can't be kept on the island like this.

Wingate signed the document with his eyes closed, and quickly arranged a suitable containment site.

Kevin retracted the documents.

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

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

Kevin sighed, took off his glasses and wiped them.

"Just like D-class personnel, all kinds of accidents will always happen in this job..."

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

"That's the downside of you always wiping the table with the project reports I give you. They're gentler than "173", "096", and "106", but that doesn't mean they don't bite. "

"Great, turns out I've been drinking coffee in 'hell'. "

"Do not."

Kevin stood up and looked at his old friend.

"Trust me, our hell won't start slowly until the big lizard in the sky has landed. I really hope the foundation gives me enough security insurance to make my family rich."

Hearing this, Wingate touched 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 forbade my family from contacting you."

Wingate didn't answer, but looked up at the ceiling.

"So it's been so long? "Elena's Tender Night" is like what happened just yesterday..."

Kevin was stunned for a moment, then after tasting what his old friend said, he raised his middle finger at Wingate regardless of his quality.

"Fuck you."

Wingate laughed for a long time after Kevin left.

Chatting with his old friends was the last of his fun at this boring institute.

After another long wait, Wingate estimated that when Kevin had begun to contact "SCP-682", a secretary pushed open the door and walked in.

"Director Pisley, Captain Robert's video has been recovered, do you need to watch it now?"

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

"Yes."

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

An LCD screen dropped automatically, and Robert's last 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 with human appearance but not human beings.Among them, the black-haired youth's final lore move was even displayed several times before being clearly seen.

The sergeant frowned.

"Excuse me, sir. The physical fitness of the prepared containment object is extremely exaggerated, and it has certain special abilities. If the missile is useless to him, it is impossible to complete the containment with our existing equipment. "Lactavira" under..."

"Shh."

Wingate interrupted the sergeant and stared straight at the screen.

"So it's you... Ha, you're finally here... No wonder..." he murmured. "Since that summer morning in 1913, I've been waiting for you too long... too long..."

"Sir?"

The sergeant looked at Wingate inexplicably.

The old man snapped back to his senses.

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

"Plans cancelled."

"yes?"

"I said, the containment plan is cancelled." Wingate said word by word.

"Including the plan of "Lactavira", all data will be deleted and put on hold for the time being. "

The non-commissioned officer obviously did not accept such a strange order, he said blankly.

"But the Foundation's rule is to control, contain, and protect anomalies after discovering..."

"Go to his damn foundation. Are you going to disobey my orders?"

"Sir, that's not what I meant..."

"That's good." Wingate stood up. "When you sit in my chair, think about giving orders. For now, you just need to obey orders."

"Yes, sir."