[As it clipped his arm, Ethan cried out. As much as he could pretend bravery and face the horrors of this world with his typical disdain, Dr. Collins fears death. Something rooted deep within his subconscious mind. Fear of the many ways he knows one can die, and the many ways he can't even imagine.
When nothing follows up the brief pain, and he is consciously aware of his own rapid breathing, Ethan opens his eyes. Nothing. Nothing but the mess left behind. A mess that he is not physically a part of. Slowly, he looks around and sees that One Seven Three is gone. He takes a long few minutes to calm down and collect himself enough to fake being in control when he makes his next phone call.]
Hello? Yes. This is Doctor Collins again. One Seven Three is on the loose. Please inform Doctor ███████ that he will need to write up a plan and procedure for recapturing One Seven Three. This breach falls directly on his shoulders as he was in charge of containment and study.
I also will need a medical specialist waiting and ready after I am debriefed.
[So confident that he will be alive after the debriefing. Or is this just standard procedure he is filling his mind with to push out the horror of this incident.]
I also want to have view of the test results to form a second opinion. Another copy should be sent to Doctor ███████.
That is all, I will await pick up.
[And then he hangs up. His hand shaking too bad to hold the phone. He stumbles a couple of steps to a curb and sits down harder than he planned. Instead of dwelling on his near death, he forces himself to dwell on the future. No one has ever been struck by One Seven Three and lived, in the very least this injury should be studied.
And so goes the life of Dr. Ethan Collins, researcher and scientist for the SCP foundation.]
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When nothing follows up the brief pain, and he is consciously aware of his own rapid breathing, Ethan opens his eyes. Nothing. Nothing but the mess left behind. A mess that he is not physically a part of. Slowly, he looks around and sees that One Seven Three is gone. He takes a long few minutes to calm down and collect himself enough to fake being in control when he makes his next phone call.]
Hello? Yes. This is Doctor Collins again. One Seven Three is on the loose. Please inform Doctor ███████ that he will need to write up a plan and procedure for recapturing One Seven Three. This breach falls directly on his shoulders as he was in charge of containment and study.
I also will need a medical specialist waiting and ready after I am debriefed.
[So confident that he will be alive after the debriefing. Or is this just standard procedure he is filling his mind with to push out the horror of this incident.]
I also want to have view of the test results to form a second opinion. Another copy should be sent to Doctor ███████.
That is all, I will await pick up.
[And then he hangs up. His hand shaking too bad to hold the phone. He stumbles a couple of steps to a curb and sits down harder than he planned. Instead of dwelling on his near death, he forces himself to dwell on the future. No one has ever been struck by One Seven Three and lived, in the very least this injury should be studied.
And so goes the life of Dr. Ethan Collins, researcher and scientist for the SCP foundation.]