Guard 1: send the D-class in.
*everyone turns around*
NTF agent: what’s a d-class doing out of their cell? We have a possible containment breach on our hands.
Guard 2: well, we won’t find out until we—
*the door opens, a lone man in a lab coat with a logo that did not resemble the foundation’s at all was there, he was holding several bags in one hand, and a bloody fire axe in the second hand, his hands were covered in blood, there was no disguise now*
???: am I interrupting something?
*everyone turns around, guns pointed at him*
???: I did not intend to cause quite a fuss, but here we are.
NTF agent: what’s in the bag?
???: *lifts the few he’s carrying, two of which are blood, one of which has some scales, the last one is hidden* pardon me, but I must be on my way.
Guard 1: you didn’t just walk into an scp-Foundation building and expect to walk out of here alive did you?
Galactic Labs Agent: excuse my manners, it is unfortunate I must represent Galactic Labs in such a way, but yes, that is under my intention. We look forward to your foundation’s full cooperation in the future.
NTF: you can’t be serious, you have nothing to negotiate with. Not only that, you have several men ready to blow your head off.
Guard 2: this guy’s a f**king lunatic.