Two Of A Kind

Donovan Beaufort ran down the corridor, legs pounding the floor like pistons. He stuck an arm out, caught a pipe, and spun round the corner, feet skidding frantically on the polished white tiling. Gotta get to the humanoid wing, gotta get to the humanoid wing, gotta get to the humanoid wing, gotta-

"Jill!"

Donovan slams into her and before she knows what's happened, she's running alongside him.

"Donny! What are you-"

"Donovan, Jill, how many times do I have to tell you."

"Right, right, Donovan." She glances over her shoulder. "What're we running from?"

"I'm running towards the humanoid sector. You're getting in my way."

"What're you going to do there? You're one of the page turners, right? Chi something?"

"Chi-9, yeah. Uncontained anomalous literature." He swipes his keycard through a wall-mounted scanner and barrels through the sliding doors. He's into the actual containment wing, so it shouldn't be far now. "I was reading up on some Euclids-"

"Just a casual database binge, as you do."

"Don't judge me. Anyway, I was reading up, and… well, tell me, how long's it been since shit went down?"

"Omega kay?"

"Of course."

"Ooh, Gosh… Five months? Six? Everything's been so hectic it's been difficult to keep track."

"Exactly. Nobody's been dealing with Euclids unless they need human interaction. Too focused on, you know, the apocalypse. But I can tell you with 100% certainty that it's been one-hundred and sixty days, today. "

"Is that important?"

"We're about to find out."

Donovan speeds up, waving his ID at the guard standing by the bulkhead. Thankfully he's an older one — you learn after a few years that, if someone with Level-4 clearance runs towards the humanoid sector, you don't stop them to ask questions. The Task Force Commander gives a vague nod of thanks and slides headfirst under the two-tonne metal door. He staggers to a stop at the middle of a crossroads, rows of windows and airlocks stretching out on either side. Let's see, D-1… D-1…

"What're you looking for?"

It's Jill, who chose the sensible option of waiting for the door to open completely before entering the sector.

"Uh, D-2. SCP one-six-six-"

It's Jill's turn to walk off. "Straight ahead, second on the left."

Donovan jogs after her, raising an eyebrow. "You do humanoids?"

"I dabble. Assistant for psychologists, mostly."

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