Doctor Johanna Garrison leaned back in her chair, one last click extinguishing the computer's light. That was it. The last of the forms had been sent off, the final approvals and offers ferried to the appropriate personnel, and the last experiments should have been completed by now. And it was Christmas Eve. Maybe she could take tomorrow off.
The door to the office slid open, and Garrison recognized a familiar face. “Agent Bryant. Good to see you.” The man stepped in, looking sheepish, and Garrison gestured for him to sit down. “What is it?”
“Do you want to hear the bad news or the worse news?”
Johanna sighed- there went her plans of leaving on-time tonight. “The bad news.”
“SCP-504's escaped from containment. Someone left the door open.”
She sighed in relief. That was manageable. “Well, send in an appropriately equipped containment team to retrieve the specimens, and that should be fixed easily. What's the worse news?”
“You know that termination attempt on SCP-682 we were going to try out?”
“Yes… You were going to then drop him down a mineshaft?”
“Right. Well. It didn't work. He kind of, uh, grew wings.”
“…” Johanna stared at him. “And, pray tell, where is 682 now?”
“He… escaped into a nearby orchard. And he's currently hiding in a tree.” Seeing Johanna's stare, he rapidly continued, “But we have a dozen marksmen- well, one was killed already, but the rest are there- shooting at him, and Doctor Klein is taking care of amnesiacs with the civilians and adjusting files as necesary.”
“Though, there's a reason to suspect that innapropriate behavior amoung the researchers involved had to do with the outbreak, so we've got the ten of them cleaning SCP-173's pen.”
Johanna Garrison sighed. “Is that all?”
“Er… There's been a bit of a mutiny amoung some of the D-class. Two of them teamed up and started a bit of a massacre with the others, four others joined in.”
She blanched. “Security's on it?”
“Of course. I haven't heard whether they've stopped it recently though.”
She stared at him. “There's more, isn't there.”
“Yes… See, computer errors caused a large amount of data regarding SCP-006 to be released to all personnel, when its clearance level is normally at the O5 level… The four tech guys who should have been monitoring it are all denying responsibility. They'll probably be trying to contact you about it.”
As he said this, Johanna's desk phone went off. “That's probably them now,” Bryant commented. She leaned over, unplugged it, and looked down wearily. “Please tell me that's it.”
“Well, apart from that, it's just minor stuff… Some of the live containment cells have some structural instability, but there are crews working on that… The 914 test results got back, we've got a couple of half-pigeon, half-reptiles you'll want to see, the recombinant DNA is like nothing I've ever seen… I've sent them to your office for analysis.”
“And apart from that, the only other thing of note is that SCP-447's container is getting filled up, we'll want to move it.”
“Of course. Get a new container.” Johanna sighed, resting her head in her arms. “I'm sorry, Gabriel, I really wanted to get the day off tomorrow, I had hoped we could spend Christmas together, I didn't know this much would come up…”
“You probably wouldn't have been able to anyways,” Gabriel Bryant patted her arm. Just then, a rhythmic cacophany passed by the hallway.
“Shit,” Garrison sat up, “Was that a brass band?”
“I wasn't sure where else to find the twelve drummers drumming,” Bryant said. The doctor turned to stare at him as he got up, dancing into the hallway.
“I mean, you've already got the eleven snipers sniping, ten doctors sweeping, Klein's data expunging, goo-ball buckets brimming, six D's a-slaying, O5's youthful springs, four calling nerds, three broken pens, two turtle-doves…”
“And a…” Johanna just stared for a few seconds. “In what universe does 682 with wings count as a partridge?” she called after him.
But Bryant was already gone, running down the hall, the 504 specimen crashing into the wall where his head had been, missing him by inches.
Happy Holidays from the SCP Foundation!