The Prison.... 25th century

Pocket dimension. *Sweets points to a door that once lead to nothing but a caved in section of the prison, now leading to a white sanitary operating room with fully stocked shelves.

*The arm stops searing, she lets go* Mind if I keep that?

sorry, need it.

Is it self replenishing?
(OOC: If it is, totally over powered)

Dunno, (its not) Unfortuantly I dont know what lives in half these dimensions. and each device makes different pockets, Atleast it keeps 173 in line.

173? You're naming the creatures now?

173 was its number when brought into the foundation we had from 0 to 2000 then well, the ones that existed, some numbers got switched out from time to time and became ARC scps. Shit hit the fan, now we're trying to fix it.

Yada yada yada, which creature is it?

think you call it the cruncher, captured it two days ago, took it back to base, shoved it in a pocket dimension with the other keter class objects, shut off and hid the power cell to the device.

Well... that's smart... Now... *She leaves and comes back with two cans* Ravioli, take it for the road, I want you to go soon...

*Sweets looks back at the pocket dimenson and sighs*I will regret this I'm sure, but take a little of everything in the office, You are excluded from the hunt, but understand something, The foundation is my family, I haven othing else, and I will protect it from any threat that comes near it, and keep them from harming others, but I will not let them come to harm. You may think we caused this, I wont deny we had a hand in it, but we did our job to try and stop these things from killing more people, the people who are roaming the wastes, are only alive because the SCP fronts that offered cryostasis to the public.

... So you tried your best to clean up... Oh well. The main member I have shit with is long dead so I couldn't care about anyone else you got in your place. By the way, thanks for excluding me, but I talked to Popsicle about something else. I won't kill any of you, unless you shoot first. Alright?

Why do you have a problem with him.

... *She scowls* I'll count this as shooting first if you keep pressing...

fine, guess I'll just take my medical supplies and go.

Be a deary and leave it behind please. I have stockpiles but can't ever have to little. I play medic for the Vonkraft side, but he said I can fix up who ever I want on my free time. I can help you out. For payment of course...

I store my own personal things there, for a price I can make you your own, but I cannot give you that one.

*She shrugs* Last offer stands.

Fine, you can heal Zor all you want, Regeneration has its advantages. *sweets makes a note then moves half of the stock in the room out into the prisons operating room.

I'll move excess to storage. Pleasure doing business. *She gives a two fingered salute* And take your friend... I think he's knocked out...

Yeah, that was my personal stash of morphine. *Sweets lifts Zor onto his shoulder*Come on buddy.

**Sweets leaves with Zor, and his Pocket Dimension Device.

Should probably head back... *She takes out her radio and stares at it*

*Andrew drives up to the prison and steps out of his car*Well I wonder if anyone's home?Well one way to find out.*Andrew walks into the prison and begins to look around for somebody walking carefully not to make noise and with one hand on his Blackhawk and the other on his sword both at the ready*

*Medical supplies, bullet shells and bloodied bandages litter the floor. Something is carved into one of the stone walls* "Doctor is out right now, please leave a message and if I'm still alive, I'll get back to you as soon as possible." *All the doors are promptly locked with no hope of even breaking them down or picking the locks*