I’m In Charge of SCP

"In this accident, a total of 3 people were killed, 58 people were injured, 12 containment rooms were damaged, 10 of the anomalous object were swallowed by SCP-682. The good thing is that most of the containment rooms that SCP-682 attacked were Euclid-class items, which did not trigger any serious consequences. At present, SCP-682 has been re-contained. For the time being, it is impossible to determine what kind of effect those who were swallowed by him will affect SCP-682, and will be followed up with focused attention."

Three days later, inside the O5 office. Bellamy was making a final summary of the whole incident. O5-5 had the report in her hand, flipping through it page by page.

"Where's Zhang Jue?" She asked.

"After being swallowed by SCP-682, he was nowhere to be found."

O5-5 put down the report in her hand, stared into Bellamy's eyes, and said word for word, "Not, known, his whereabouts?"

Bellamy's cold sweat slid down his forehead. "My lord, after Zhang Jue was swallowed by SCP-682, it has been dormant for a long time, and it took two MTF teams three hours to re-contain it. Only 20% of its body was left by that time, and much of what it had swallowed could not be found. We used a special life detector. Throughout Site-19, there are no vital signs of Advisor Zhang, He…. The current theory is that he's been digested by SCP-682 and died."

O5-5 snorted coldly. "Bellamy, you know me that I don't believe others. You just said these things, but do you believe it yourself?"

Bellamy wanted to say something else but eventually shook his head. Zhang Jue had planned for so long just to see SCP-682 once, and if the end result was to be eaten by SCP-682, it would probably become the biggest joke of the century.

If it was someone else, it would be fine. But that was Zhang Jue, a person that's known by many people. To say he just died, Bellamy couldn't even convince himself. The only possibility was that Zhang Jue had somehow managed to leave Site-19.

Bellamy kept his head down. He had foreseen that something would happen and taken precautions. But he had never expected that it would end up like this. He hadn't been able to hear the conversation between Zhang Jue and SCP-682, but he had also made a mess of the containment area and hadn't even seen Zhang Jue in the end.

This was a dereliction of duty on his part. But on the other hand, it also showed how difficult Zhang Jue really was to deal with. Almost everything he did was outside of Bellamy's expectations. Even beyond the expectations of everyone.

At the last minute, O5-5 had sensed that something was wrong and had gone out of his way to intervene personally. But in the end, she hadn't been able to stop Zhang Jue either.

"Show me the list of those SCP objects that were lost," O5-5 said.

Bellamy immediately said, "It's in the appendix of the report."

O5-5 flipped to that page and looked at it carefully, her brows furrowed.

Bellamy cautiously said, "Do you think there is something wrong there?"

O5-5 said, "Since Zhang Jue was able to escape from SCP-682's stomach, then naturally, these items wouldn't have disappeared into thin air. They've probably in possession of that Advisor Zhang by now."

Bellamy's fist clenched secretly. How dare Zhang Jue blatantly steal the Foundation's contained objects, such damnable actions.

"Alright, pack up. We should go." Site-19 will have one O5 Member on Site-19 every year. Now it's the year of 2222. After the final debriefing is done, O5-5 will leave the place.

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Evening.

The sunset afterglow shone through the whole Site-19 with its golden light.

O5-5's car left the gate of Site-19 and drove into the road, departing from Site-19. It was a 19-kilometer-long straight road, with nothing on the road to act as a shield, and it seemed to lead all the way to the end of the road.

Soon, another long black sedan came from the opposite direction, and the two cars drove toward each other and eventually stopped together.

After stopping, the two drivers got out together, walked away from the cars, lit cigarettes, and started talking about how the weather was today. The two black cars were parked in the middle of the road, like two ants on a long highway.

Three minutes later, the windows on both sides were lowered simultaneously. On one side was O5-5, who was leaving the place, and on the other side, a young man with short brown hair.

The young man was holding a game console in his hand, and the Super Mario on the screen was surrounded by countless spinning fireballs and finally forced to die in the corner.

"What kind of idiot designed this level? How should normal people play this game?!" He shouted, but still playing the game, performing with actions what it means to be really good at the game.

O5-5 looked at him. Her eyes were calm.

The corners of the young man's mouth twitched, and he threw the game console into the car, "Okay, okay, Sister Five. Don't look at me with that kind of eyes. I'm scared. What do you want?"

"Twelve, you haven't answered me yet."

"Come on, Sister Five. It's useless if you keep pushing me about it." O5-12 scratched his head, "Look, even if I vote on him, you guys are still 2 against 10. No chance of winning, right? Please don't pull me into the problem anymore. It's too late for now. Besides, I'm just a newcomer. What do you want me to do? With me or without me is not much difference."

O5-5 looked at him and didn't say anything.

O5-12 slapped his head, "Okay, Sister Five. If they do something weird, I will definitely inform you first. You can rest now."

...

After O5-12's driver got into the car, his car started heading for Site-19. O5-12 had been playing the game. After dying numerous times, he cursed and wanted to throw the game console out of the car window, but in the end, he didn't let it go.

Seeing his annoyed look, the driver smiled, "My lord, that one is pulling your strings again?"

"No." O5-12 shrugged, "That old woman, who does she think she is? She still wanted to lure me. It's not about the game, or the manga isn't good—she and her Chaos Insurgency thing. I didn't want to get involved with it. She just wanted to use me as cannon fodder. I mustn't follow her."

The driver said, "That Advisor Zhang?"

"Didn't SCP-999 say that he is the key to saving this world? I don't want to be his enemy. I still have to play the game. Let's just leave the task of saving the world to him."

"But didn't you also say that the information SCP-999 provided to each O5 Member is only minor information? For this kind of pieced together information, as long as one person tells a lie, the conclusion that is reached may be completely different."

O5-12 waved his hand in annoyance, "Tom, we both grew up under the same roof as brothers. When did you become so gossipy? Let me play the game properly for a while, can't you?"

The driver laughed, "Jerry, because we grew up under the same roof, I know what kind of person you are. The one who hides information from other O5 Members is you, right?"

...

Meanwhile, Zhang Jue had just stepped off the plane that had landed in Switzerland, carrying his luggage and humming a little tune comfortably. The trip to Site-19 was very fruitful. He got a lot of useful information from SCP-682, but he also got a lot of useful things from the Site-19 containment area with the help of SCP-682. Simply the best heist ever.

Site-19 is a treasure trove. If not for the time constraints, he could have earned himself a motherlode. But this is also enough to avoid the backlash from the Foundation, doubt that even O5 Council can't protect him.

Getting out of the cab and looking at the administration building at Site-14, Zhang Jue licked his lips.

He's back again, and this time he wanted to see if this site which he has already familiar with, would still bring him surprises.