017 - A...Nice Visit

[C.I. Delta-Ranked soldier, Michael Bigg's POV]

YAWWN.

I lazily got up from my bed after waking up.

Every night I log on to "Glory of the Gods" and grind a bit before logging off and sleeping.

While playing the game my body is technically already sleeping but not my mind, meaning I still needed to sleep to recover my mental fatigue.

Soon my teammates awoke and we began our morning training.

I haven't revealed my Magic to anyone in my team or in real life leaving only Kyle and the other players should know I am a mage.

And plus, I would rather not reveal my Magic to my superiors since they may just kill me in an attempt to learn how I use magic...

Although I am all for getting payback against the Foundation I am not willing to get sacrificed before I get my vengeance.

Suddenly the base's sirens blasted throughout the whole base as a man began shouting through the intercom!

"We are under attack! Everyone arm yourselves and hurry to the west side of the camp! I repeat we are under attack by an SCP!" The man shouted.

'Under attack by an SCP...? No...It can't be the foundation can it?' I asked myself before concluded that it couldn't be those scientists.

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[Zephyr's POV]

As I hovered slightly outside the base in my physical form, Bast stood by my side.

[A/N: Welp I have modified her appearance, she now has black hair, golden eyes, cat ears, and a cat tail with tanned skin, I am basing her off some Anubis fan art I saw in Pintrest]

Sigh...I seriously wish I could change my physical appearance from this skeleton form, but to do that it will cost a lot of Divine Energy just to create a new form...sigh.

I looked towards the base that was on high alert from our sudden appearance with dozens of armed men rushing out from the buildings.

I smiled and with a wave of my hand 1 Divine Energy Point in the form of a wisp of golden energy flew out from my boney hand and created 3 Chairs, a table, and a sunshade umbrella.

And with another wave of my hand, three cups filled with iced sweet tea appeared.

I calmly sat down and beckoned for Bast to sit next to me and relax.

I was completely unfazed by the hundred soldiers who pointed their guns at us since I have a barrier made of divine energy protecting me and Bast from all harm.

I looked over towards the soldiers and waited as a creepy smile began to form on my skeletal face.

While I waited I mentally checked out my skeletal form.

I was wearing an ornate white robe with black and golden patterns stretching out across its surface.

My skull had green, black, and golden smoke emitting from it like an aura, and instead of eyes, I had two golden glowing flames that were flickering.

My skull also moved to show my expressions making it seem as if I was like Jack the skeleton from "The Nightmare Before Christmas".

I waited and waited and after 5 Minutes of waiting a large muscular man wearing combat gear and equipped with a rifle and a holstered pistol began to walk over with a serious expression.

Once he reached us I waved my hand and said "Come, Come! Join us, we have some nice cold sweet tea," I told the man with a smile.

He looked at me questioningly and I said "Don't worry, it's not like it's poisoned, even if it were do you think I would let my Guardian drink the same tea?"

"No funny business, if anything were to happen to me my men are ordered to shoot." the man said seriously before putting down his weapon.

He observed me and Bas and asked "Are you with the SCP Foundation?"

"Nope, although I admire some of the things they do, I hate many things they do as well, it is sort of a hate/love relationship, although they don't know of my existence yet," I said truthfully without care.

"Then why are you here?" he asked.

"Well obviously I am here because I want something from your organization," I told him.

"And what would that be?" he asked seriously.

With a relaxed posture, I said "Information."

"And what makes you think we will give you information?" he asked.

"Well, that's simple, I can give some of your agents special...strength," I told him simply.

"And what makes you think we would believe you?" he asked with a threatening glint in his eyes.

"Simple, one of your agents has already been given said strength," I smiled while looking in the distance at the pale Michael Bigg.

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