-Psychic fucking paper-
Ethics Department, SCP. Your safety is my concern.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Fen
The glass completely shatters.
"-squelch-"
Anna
"No problem! Anyway... -goes back to his buttons. smooth jazz plays as Anna finds her shit
Doctor
"Oh! Well, in that case, I'm sorry to take your time! -moves aside-"
Karkat
The guard manages to dodge the sickly, stopping the shooting for a brief moment.
Cloud
"You are breaching containment, SCP-2907-A. Stand down, and we will move you to a more secure location."
-Doc keeps a-walking, still looking for a terminal-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-pats him on the back-
Now go shoot whoever these guys are.
You can do it.
We'll deal with any mental traumas you may get from killing your fellow man, later.
Right now- you need to save your friends... and people I barely consider acquaintances.
Apart from Biker- he's good.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Doc goes up to the door to the terminal room and puts his psychic paper to the lock-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Doctor
Suddenly a guard!
"Stop! Who are you?!"
Fen
The glass cracks a little.
"Do no- -abrubt silence-"
Cloud
A few of the guards go down
"HOLD FIRE! HOLD FIRE!"
Gunfire unintensifies.
Anna
"Alright, so there are actually a shit ton of buttons here, and I'm gonna need your help here."
Prison Crew (and hyde)
The unconscious girl is still there, Hyde.