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"You better be prepared, woman. I don't need anymore to worry about today."

Chloe rolled her eyes as he walked in. Sweeping her black hair out of her face with her free hand. The other she used to press a map of the facility flat on a table. Reading over all of her markings they had made a week ago.

"Of course I am- and you need to stop calling me that. I have a name you know. We've known each other.... How long now?" she said, her tone warning him. Ignoring her words, he continued on, stepping beside her close enough so only she could hear.

"When will you be ready?"

"In a few hours around 1:00pm should be fine." Vincent looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed, she sighed. "It's during a shift change, most people will be more distracted then and Dr. Alexander never goes down during that time. The most disorganized time, I can slip by easier and unnoticed."

He nodded. That uncertainty leaves him for a moment. "Good." He went silent. It was finally happening. Everything he worked for. For years he climbed to the place he was currently and now- He felt a hand on his shoulder.

Stiffening his eyes snapped to Chloe's. "Hey, don't be so nervous! These kinds of things are our thing! It's not our first breach." she chuckled the excitement lingering in her blue eyes as she reminisced. "We survived all of those. And came out on top, no need to be so nervous."

"I'm not nervous." he grumbled, moving away from her touch. "I just don't want you to mess it up."

Her eyebrows moved up as a knowing expression entered her face. "If you say so."

Scoffing, he turned away from her and began to move towards the door of the lab. "I need to go. I'm meeting Dr. Alexander in an hour."

"Ok." she chirped, her expression faltered for a minute. Losing that usual spark. She folded the map to slide in her lab coat pocket. "That's fine. Say goodbye to him for me won't you?"

His lips pressed together. confused by her words. If the plan went as they wanted she wouldn't exactly need to. "Goodbye? I thought you didn't want him dead," she shrugged.

"I don't. He's just not going to really like me after today."

"Ok? How will he know it was you?" Her eyebrows went up again, staring at him as if he had asked a stupid question.

"How would he not? Plus, he always seems to know everything, Vincent. And me disobeying his orders like this..." she sighed when she looked up at Vincent's gaze. "Look I am not what you would call a 'follower' but I've always agreed with Dr. Alexander... until now." She admitted rubbing the back of her neck. "After what you told me."

He nodded. Understanding what she meant. "Well, do what you think you should." he replied, grateful she listened to him, for once. The idea of Chaos Insurgency may have belonged to Dr. Alexander, but who it actually belongs to now was up for debate.

"Anyways. I have to leave now. Contact me when it begins, I'll see you soon."

"I will. Until then."

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Its nearly 12:00. Where is he?

Vincent stared down at his watch. He brought a hand up to his forehead and he flinched as he tried to rub away the pain. His headache seemed to be getting worse. He closed his eyes when another hard pang hit his head.

After a moment he moved his hand away from his head. Refusing to cave under the pain.

Sighing, he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall adjacent to the door he stared at impatiently. The room was smaller than he liked, the walls windowless, bare and without any electronic devices like the rest of the lab did. The only resemblance of one was a divider in the center of the room. He stood just past the divider. It was deactivated and retracted up in the ceiling so the only way he could tell it was there was the ceiling above him that had a removable cover to release the divider. For emergencies he assumed.

He was instructed to leave his phone, pager, and any other personal devices outside. All in the position of one of his most trusted soldiers. He hated giving them up, especially for so long, but under the circumstances of the SCP inside, he didn't have a choice. His jaw clenched as he studied the eerie, unmoving robotic samurai seated at the end of a chess table.

The object unnerved him; it was to the point he felt almost nauseous from being in the same room with it for this long. He also seemed to have a splitting headache after a while. Staring hard at the door he hoped that his symptoms had nothing to do with the SCP, hopefully he was just nervous for today.

Glancing down at his watch once more he scoffed. He shouldn't have to be here so long anyways. But today Dr. Alexander was now 30 minutes late. Not that Vincent was surprised, the man came at his own time. As if the world revolved around him.

Though, it might as well. Vincent thought bitterly. The way Dr. Alexander took over the foundation, it very well could revolve around him. It put a bitter taste in Vincent's mouth as he thought. With the amount of SCPs the man had under his command he now had a power that Vincent only could dream of.

Well for now at least. A smile crept on Vincent's face. His jaw clenched together as the thought entered his mind. A pleasant feeling followed one that exhilarated his heart and filled him with pride, winning always seemed to have that effect on people. Vincent pushed those feelings aside, he couldn't be getting ahead of himself. Especially not this time.

He had decided however, if he wasn't here in the next 5 minutes he was leaving. Tired of staring at that horrific face of the robot.

As if on cue, his eyes snapped up when the door swung open, resulting in a small squeak echoing through the room. Vincent wasted no time resuming his position. Standing up straight with his arms at his sides. Saluting to his boss just as he had been taught years ago. It was a habit now, saluting to the leader. All those years in boot camp and serving taught him a lot of how people like Dr. Alexander wanted to be addressed. A sign of respect even if they don't deserve it. In this situation however, as far as Vincent was concerned no human on this Earth deserved his respect more than Dr. Alexander did.

Yes, Vincent hated being 'third' in line for Dr. Alexander's plans. But seeing what the man has done to get here earned some admiration from Vincent. He took it well when he was second in command, but-

Vincent held back a glare when she walked in. She took his place the second she entered the building. Not from anything she did particularly. Just because of who she was. Sure, she apparently survived a breach on her own, made it into the SCP foundation, has multiple PhDs and whatever else Dr. Alexander had bragged on and on about. He supposed it was good for a father to brag about their kid, even if that kid was an adult. The way he talked about her, you would think she was a lot younger. 7 or 8 years old maybe, until Dr. Alexander spoke of her academic, and work success in science. Things that would take most people decades to complete. Child or not, either way she was a threat to him.

She looked so soft, it was the first word that came to mind when he met her. Not who he imagined at all. It looked as if she has never done a day's work in her life. After he heard her real age Vincent had a new image of Alexander's daughter in his mind, One who was taller, stronger and a lot more ruthless, violent even. Just as Alexander was. But she seemed to be almost the opposite of the man. How the hell was she supposed to be his second in command and possible heir? Her only saving grace was she didn't seem stupid. Not as far as he had seen. Her eyes were always wide as if she was looking at everything with an admirable curiosity, sometimes analytic. Always looking as if she had more intelligence behind them than she let you see. Even going as far as seeming to pick up on Vincent's not so friendly cues towards her. She avoided him because of that, even as far as avoiding eye contact. Though that may be part of her personality.

Vincent couldn't remember the last time he heard her speak. It was probably when he was supposed to protect her on their most recent mission. Though when she finally opened her mouth it was soft as well. Getting under his skin in a way that not many other women had before. They were usually easy for him understand. Simple creatures with simple lives. Not like any of the men who were fighting for them.

He even thought he caught her slipping by her father. Not anything worth reporting. Only with her words. Though Vincent wouldn't be surprised if the woman was doing more behind her father's back. He hadn't seen anything more yet, he couldn't wait for the day he did.

She was only here because Dr. Alexander wanted her to be. Forced her to be. Vincent knew for a fact if she wasn't the boss's daughter she would be dead. All his coworkers would make sure of it. Or most of them at least. Chloe didn't seem to be as upset about his daughter as much as Vincent wanted her to be. If anything, she was excited for her to come, going as far as to be upset when she learned about Dr. (L/N)'s time in the torture chamber.

It was no accident she ended up in there.

"Good, you're already here, is everything ready?"

Of course I am. You were late. I was early. "Yes sir."

"In that case, (y/n) I would like you to see my newest project." He explained gesturing to the chess table. "SCP-1875."

"Have you ever played chess?"

Vincent squinted his eyes as he watched. Studying the two as Dr. Alexander began his famous overzealous explanations of his experiments. He was definitely prideful in his accomplishments and ideas, even if he hadn't actually done anything yet.

"Uh, yeah. I used to do it a long time ago. I enjoyed it."

Vincent crossed his arms as he listened to their conversation. Studying their movements. The familiar wide eyes returned to Dr. (L/N)'s face. Her head tilted slightly as she examined the SCP, an expression he had seen in her many times already. As if she was constantly switching between curiosity and anxiety.

He didn't really blame her though, Vincent was in the same place the first time he encountered an SCP. He could only imagine that curiosity of hers is what landed her in this field in the first place. Aside from her father's interventions. Though, much to her fathers pride, the only way he needed to intervene was with her age. Vincent would think it was obvious that a 22 year old woman shouldn't have her first job in the SCP foundation. She was lucky that he allowed her to work at his old facility for 6 years.

"Figured as much." Dr. Alexander said, earning a sideways glance from his daughter. Her eyebrow slightly raised as if she was assessing whether or not he was disappointed in that fact. The uncertainty vanished when he smiled. Blinking she turned her attention back to the SCP at hand. Her hands now picked at her coat leaving a sleeve with a slightly more frayed end. That curious look returned into her eyes when Dr. Alexander began to talk about the anomaly sitting in front of them.

"Anyways, this SCP supposedly is the best way to practice chess ever created. How it works, I'm unsure but I would suggest not staying in it's proximity for too long." He paused hesitating before glancing up at Vincent. "Sorry. You should be fine."

Vincent forced a halfhearted smile. His fist clenched as his pounding headache spiked once more as well as a slight ringing in his ears.

"It's fine." He spoke in the most respectful voice he could under the circumstances. I was only in the room with an apparently dangerous SCP for half an hour because you asked me to be here at that time and you were late.

He thought bitterly. His reaction went unnoticed from Dr. Alexander but not from Dr. (L/N). He wanted to punch the concern right off her face. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him over studying his frazzled form from being in proximity to the SCP for so long. Her worried eyebrows punched him in the gut. He was about ready to return the favor. That softness was in her expression again, his jaw clenched. He didn't want her pity. That was the last thing he wanted from her.

Vincent forced his eyes away from that face. It was going to be over soon anyways. Everything would be different. He wouldn't need to be third anymore. Not even second in command.

He had hoped to be in a better position for today, but he had misjudged the situation. The other day on the mission, he was told to protect her, it was the perfect situation. The perfect chance. But of course, Dr. Alexander set her up with an SCP to watch her as well. And a violent one at that.

He secretly hoped the thing would kill her. It was partly why Vincent left her alone with SCP-049 that day. Vincent knew how violent that SCP could get and abandoning her with the creature could have saved him his position. SCP-049 had caused multiple deaths already during his conditioning and tests. Killing at least 8 scientists and 3 of his soldiers. One wrong move and Dr. (L/N) wouldn't be here and Vincent could blame it on the creature or collar malfunction. Though the chances of the woman actually using the remote seemed slim from what he heard, Dr. Alexander was struggling with her to actually make use of it. Either way Vincent would be in the clear. Sure, Chaos would lose another SCP to Dr. Alexander's rage, but it would have been a sacrifice worth making.

Dr. Alexander's machines to "dispose" of unwanted SCP's was always a marvel to Vincent. Horrific and occasionally brutal. He had attempted to dispose of 682 multiple times. But as predicted it didn't do too much. No matter what Dr. Alexander powered it with. But that is besides the fact that Vincent's plan backfired. She disappeared only to be found in the ruined city with the SCP, perfectly healthy and Vincent in trouble for abandoning her to die by the hands of a monster.

That thought was interrupted when he flinched as the pain in his head spiked. Aching with a pain that echoed through his brain. Taking a deep breath, he stood straighter swallowing through the pain.

"But chess isn't the only benefit this SCP can offer us. It can in fact act as another way to get information out of people. In a way besides our usual torture methods. Technically it can also wipe any form of technology but we have plenty of other methods of doing that. So most likely that benefit won't be used too much." He explained earning an intrigued look from his daughter.

"Wow... Is there any explanation why?" she seemed conflicted. But not necessarily upset, she definitely wasn't obvious in her opinion.

Dr. Alexander's eyes lit up with her question, he answered her quickly. "Well though I am not completely sure of the reason behind it. It could be many things. Maybe what the table is made from to the apparent spirits residing inside." Dr. Alexander seemed skeptical at that last thought. But let it slide as if he decided it possible.

"As for the interrogation properties. It is something to admire. As it is purely psychological. With effects similar to white room torture."

Vincent watched Dr. (L/N) approach cautiously studying the SCP. Absent-mindedly, she stepped closer to where Vincent stood. Obviously more concerned about the SCP than him.

"Perfect for situations where you would prefer the test subject, or prisoner to remain unharmed. Physically at least." He explained.

Vincent felt unnerved with his last comment. Uncertain, he met Dr. Alexander's gaze. It was stern to say the least. His jaw clenched and his eyes fixated on him. He felt an urgency flood his stomach and his eyes turned to Dr. (L/N) who now was giving her father a worried glance.

"You mean..." She began only to stop herself.

Dr. Alexander already knew.

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-3 hour earlier-

You stood running your fingers across your now smooth skin. The large gash from yesterday was now nothing but a small scratch in your arm. Even though it used to be fairly deep, enough that you should have needed stitches. You studied the recovery in awe thinking of how the pill could have worked. You had some theories, but not many ways to experiment with them unless you spoke to your father or conducted them yourself.

One potential theory that you were sticking with was maybe the pill changed your body's regenerative medicine. Maybe your stem cell count and increased their effectiveness and capabilities for life. Which could potentially heal like this. Stem cells and maybe platelet rich plasma being some of the few significant regenerative medicines that you knew of, well that was already present in the human body. You thought as you tossed the bloody bandages from last night into the garbage. Stem cells seemed more likely to you, but then again you weren't certain. You used to study medicine especially through the use of plants, you weren't as exposed to these types of methods. By the time you left, you and your coworkers were studying ways to pair the two methods together, using medical plants and regenerative medicines. Those experiments were something that was on your radar for a long time. Unfortunately, you were interrupted by the offer from the SCP foundation before you finished the experiments with them.

You shook your head before returning to your theories in mind as you slipped on a thin grey sweater along with your lab coat. You could of course test your own DNA, bone marrow and blood, though that is assuming that you have something to compare it to other than someone else's. But then there will always be an uncontrollable variable.

Even still you were willing to try. What would be even better though is if you could look at one of the pills themselves. You could only imagine what kind of regenerative breakthroughs were in there. And if you were correct and there was a way to increase the body's development of regenerative properties it would be amazing.

Then again, you had to remember that this was an SCP you were talking about, an anomaly. There could be anything in there.

That thought gave you butterflies in your stomach. An excitement and intrigue that you missed. The more you thought about medicine the more SCP-049 came to your mind. He could potentially be interested. But then again you feared that his devotion to his own cure would steer him from other methods. You might give it a try, someday anyways.