![]() Sanders' voice sounded slightly shaky as well. "Uh, sir, we have a system malfunction in Containment Wing Beta, Cell zero-one-seven. Palmer's voice shook as he spoke into the intercom. ![]() When the line connected, he was greeted with a tired voice. Palmer wasted no time in contacting his supervisor. What Threat-Grade Alpha meant was that a system malfunction posed a real and present threat to the containment of an SCP-object, and that breach of said containment itself posed a significant threat to the facility or its personnel. ![]() Palmer wasn't used to such a high degree of danger. His reassignment to Area-12 had been a necessity, after an incident at Area-12 left several personnel…unable to continue in their duties. Prior to being stationed at Area-12, Palmer had worked as a Senior Technician at Sector-28, a low-threat containment facility on Vancouver Island. Area-12 had multiple such entities contained within it, but this was the first time he had seen a malfunction trigger an Alpha threat-grade. Those were the dangerous objects, the Alpha-priority entities. LOCATION: CONTAINMENT WING BETA, CELL 017 When prompted, additional data appeared on the screen: According to the data, a lighting unit had failed in a containment cell. Palmer looked up from the book and squinted at the screen. He had just finished the first dialogue between The Lord and Mephistopheles when a red light began blinking on one of the monitors. And being awake and doing a bit of light reading was better than being asleep and totally unobservant. But hell, it helped keep the eyes open better than the standard-issue caffeine pills could. He knew reading on the job was highly improper, especially when such dangerous objects were under watch. ![]() ![]() That is, when Palmer could sneak in a page or two. It had been boring, certainly, but Goethe's Faust helped to alleviate the doldrum of it all. The CCTV feeds showed contained SCP-objects behaving nominally, the audio feeds brought the sounds of late-night researchers soldiering on, and the monitors' data showed that all systems were functioning normally. So far, the past few hours had been relatively uneventful. A shift spent in Monitoring Station Delta of Foundation Area-12, a shift that consisted of keeping watch over CCTV and audio feeds, checking monitors to ensure functional operation of vital systems, and occasionally serving as tech support for hapless researchers. It was 0520, only 40 minutes until the end of his 6-hour shift. ![]()
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