(Dr. Lavrov overheard Slade's radio about the 173 breach - perfect. Just what he needed, a neck-snapping statue to worry about. 008 and 027 wasn't enough apparently. He sighed, not minding the hooded figure whom he had no knowledge of. He turned to Trex and said:)
Dr. Lavrov: "I gotta go get something. Good luck and be safe, hopefully I'll be right back."
(Lavrov began to strut to one of the labs where he and some other scientists had been experimenting with SCP-1079. It was some 4 or 5 days ago.)

flashback
Scientist: "Dr. Lavrov, good to see you! I suppose you've assigned to this project?"
Dr. Lavrov: (straightening tie) "Site Director's orders. Now, according to the brief I was supplied, your team has determined some new facts about this SCP?"
Scientist: "Yes sir! Aside from the fact that Wondertainment has discontinued the product, we also were able to move ten-seventy nine's anomalous properties!"
Dr. Lavrov: (slight surprise expression) "Really? How so?"
Scientist: "Well, we identified some unusual chemicals and ingredients and extracted it from the gum. We decided to inject it into caramels first to see if the anomalies would manifest in them. The reason why we used caramels first was... well, I had them for myself, originally."
Dr. Lavrov: "So I take it worked."
Scientist: "Yes. Just... not exactly how we expected." (Lavrov raises an eyebrow) "Allow me to demonstrate."
(The scientist takes out a handful of caramel, and proceeds to hurl them at a wall. The caramel, after making contact with the wall with considerable speed and force, expand incredibly into large bubbles which pops and cover the wall. It appears extremely sticky.)
Scientist: "We believe that these "ingredients" react and have different effects on different sweets. Didn't work with meats or fruit. We're considering mass producing these as backup grenades for MTFs and IAs."
Dr. Lavrov: "Are they lethal?"
Scientist: "Not as an explosive, but they can be lethal if ingested. Used a D-Class to see if it were edible, and the force of the jaw coming down on the caramel made it expand and eventually choked him to death."
(end of flashback)

(Lavrov was now approaching his destination, knowing they still had some in store in the lab for testing purposes. They could be well-used for defense against 173 or 027 if he encountered them. Lavrov could smell something - a reeking odor, like... rats. He hurried into the room when it was in sight, grabbed two handfuls of the caramels, and stuffed them into his pockets. Then he dashed out of the room, headed back toward Trex and company, but hid behind a wall when he heard him getting closer.)
027: (over the squealing of the rats) "Come on out, doctor. I'd like to talk to you..."

Slade entered a room and saw Gale, and a guard.

"Alright lad's where'd SCP-173 go? Oh, and take these."

Slade handed both of them Revision eye drops.

"Trust me, these'll save your ass, if we get separated."

"He went in the ventilation system, he can be anywhere by now. By the way, this is Private First Class Heathen."

"Sir" he said with a salute.

"Anyways, the SCP killed two guards, the third was on my own prejudice. Bloody bastard fired on me despite identifying myself. But let us not chat on this, we have a Euclid to capture. Lead the way, Captain."

Dr. Scott made his way to his original destination

Two minutes earlier, two somewhat-mutated instances of SCP-008-1 attacked and killed the two "safety" escort guards.

Luckily, Jordan is a quick reactor. He grabbed a P90 and makes two shots to each instances' heads.

"I'm lucky I went to boot camp a week ago mutants!" yelled Scott. His yelling attracted two pairs of normal 008-1 instances.

Jordan obviously opened fire like crazy.

Later, when he made his way towards his destination, he smelled..... burnt metal

Felix woke up. Somehow he fainted, just when he saw help. Maybe.

He continued to find a exit, hoping that nothing ready to kill and eat his brains coming around the corner. He then heard the radio.

"(Static) scp 173... (Static)"

(Great. As my life was hard, theres now a freaking statue wandering around, ready to snap my neck)

He saw a door. Everything was quiet. He opened the door. Of course 173 was there, waiting for him.

"Fuck my life. HEEEEELP!!"

26 Fe + Mexican food =: lets see if you're oh so mister oh so smart
26 Fe + Mexican food =: who am i
ShadowDust: IronFajitas
26 Fe + Mexican food =: fuck
ShadowDust: *flies away*

Luckily, Jordan showed up just in time before SCP-457 could burn his way through the last layer of the main door. Time was of the esencse and he guessed quickly that there may be a button in the main control room that adtivated the fire-proof emergency blast doors. He made his way up the stairs and past the dead bodies.

His expectations were correct! Just as 457 made a moderately sized hole in the main containment door, Scott pushed the button just in time and stopped SCP-457 dead in his tracks.

Mr. Scott's next destination was his office, but he wasn't a coward. He decided to see if he could find the tool shed and use something there to defend himself...

*After wandering around trying to find a safety room he discovered something*

I have no idea where I'm going. Great.

*hears a faint "HEEEEELP!!" *

Two things: one, I could go help whoever needs help. Or two, I could just go about my business and find a safety room.

*Thinking, thinking...*

Goddamit.

*heads to where the scream for help came from*

(Dr. Lavrov stayed behind the corner of the wall, listening to 027 as he spoke.)
027: "I know you're there, doctor. There's no need to hide."
Dr.Lavrov: (stern) "How did you learn to manipulate your vermin, SCP oh-two-seven?"
027: "My little pets... they always did whisper to me. But one day, they said I was accepted. I became their god. Then another day a little... "birdie" told me about you. Told me you did this to me. Told me your the reason I'm stuck here, subject to "testing". I thank you, for giving me my pets but damn you keeping me here. You will pay, doctor. Oh yes, you will pay."
Dr. Lavrov: "Keep you here? What do you-"
(Lavrov remembers now, when he'd been promoted to Level 3 clearance: he was responsible for suggesting D-23645 as the candidate after the original SCP-027 carrier died.)
Dr. Lavrov: "I chose you because you seemed like someone regretful for their crimes! I'd thought it'd be a better fate than to die like an animal!"
027: "It doesn't matter. I must do what I must do, and that would be to kill you. You could've released me, but you didn't."
(Suddenly, the rats left 027 and went around the corner to attack Lavrov. Pulling out the pesticide gun, he saw it still had some gas but likely not enough to fight the army of other pests 027 had at its disposal. He released a toxic gas upon the swarm of rats and mice and ran down the corridor. He needed to shake off 027 somehow, maybe sedate him or knock him out with that gas the MTFs use to detain possible SCPs. He heard the sound of many, tiny feet as he ran down the hallways of the facility. He glanced back and saw the lower waist of 027 following him, completely enveloped in ants and centipedes, apparently increasing his speed significantly.

(Lavrov hit a cross in the hallway when 027 caught up to him. Suddenly, the insects formed a whip-like shape and swat at Lavrov. He ducked, only grazing his back, of which the labcoat and shirt had been completely ripped. In a move of desperation, Lavrov drew his pistol and fired two shots at 027's chest. The insects again took shape, coming up as a pillar and taking the bullets for 027. It was dense enough that bullet stayed in the gathering of the pests. Lavrov was coming to a dead end as 027 came looming closer, ever closer. Lavrov bursted out.)

Dr. Lavrov: "What did you mean "little birdie"!?"
027: (stopping movement, almost smirking) "An odd looking creature of tin and garbage, it came to me and said 'Orion Lavrov, he was the one who trapped you one. End him; take your rightful vengeance.' I used the cockroaches to fetch a paper about you and a picture of you, where you were."

(Lavrov stalled for enough time, he learned what he needed to know now. 027 would never tell the other researchers who told him to kill Lavrov after he was recaptured. Reaching into his pocket, he grasped one of the caramels and pelted 027 with it, exploding into a sticky gunk, which had thankfully bounded 027 to the right side of the hallway. Lavrov dashed away, luckily only having a few of ants bite at his right leg. Those who he didn't outrun was taken care of with the last of the pesticide he had. Lavrov took shelter in one of the rooms, exhausted. He didn't know where he was now, though he was glad the lights were still on in this sector. He heard someone walking into the room he was in, and looked up from his chair to see a familiar - but he shouldn't have been there.)
???: "Are we cool yet?"

*Near Slade and Gale's position*
A blur zoomed through the halls, towards Slade and Gale. The object emitted a sound similar to a jet engine or a rocket. As it grew closer, it slowed down, taking the shape of a man. Underneath the object were flames, which went out when the object stopped and landed. It was Trials. He had that same smile from before, which seemed almost sinister.

"Hello kiddies, I see I finally found you again."

He looked over at Slade.

"Oh Slade, I thought I told you to meet me outside."

He looked up, once again revealing his mechanical eye. The segments of the device extended, appearing to be locked onto something behind the group. He pushed them out of the way and raised his weapon, spinning it, and slicing an instance of 008-1 in half.

*With Dr. Trex*
Having been left behind, Doctor Trex finds himself alone in the empty halls of the facility. The only thing he could think to do now is find Rosalene and get her to safety. But where could she be? Aha!

She must have went back to their dorm! He looked for the nearest S-NAV so he could find his way back to the living quarters.

Omniary: fuck you anglerfish can't smell
Dr. Trialtrex21: how you know bitch
Omniary: it probably could smell you though
could probably smell your fucking dank ass nasty powersuit structure gel trog ass enslaved protein bullshit sloshing in your suit from a mile away

"Not very covert are you trials? You'd be useless on a stealth op."

He turns and looks a Heathen and extends his hand.

"Captain Slade Grevik of the Mobile Task Force Delta-7. Good to meet you lad."