I shared the three minute ride with a small girl and her nurse along with a mother. The nurse and the girl got off on the second floor, the special treatment floor and I got off on the adolescent containment floor. As I stood outside room 1B6, I never imagined what would be on the other side. I slipped my key in the lock but to my surprise, the door was already unlocked. That was not a good sign. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, my gun in hand. Empty. The room was empty. I stepped in, baffled at the empty room. Before I had time to look around, the door slammed shut and I jumped as a hand grabbed my shirt. I spun around ready to blow the brains out of a unwelcomed guest. Luke. It was only Luke. I fell back against the hospital bed, laughing.

"Miss Jane? I'm sorry I startled you. I didn't think you were here so I was going to go chat with the others." Luke's soft brown hair was almost flawless and his eyes were tinted yellow giving a strangely reassuring feeling. His head was tilted to the side looking worried.

I looked up at him, my heart finally slowing, "I thought he was here. I was in the MS with Alex and another patient so I came as fast as I could." His face went pale and he nervously chuckled. I didn't want to think that. He was here and I was about to pass out.

A figure emerged from the dark bathroom behind Luke. He looked to be quite short but was because of the way he slouched. He had black, unkempt hair and bright blue eyes. His skin was bleach white and no one would know the two were brothers. He didn't look like the boy I had seen during his trials, He was still wearing light blue jeans but instead of his white hoodie, he had a white t-shirt on. He looked like a normal teenage boy... No wonder the front let him in... I had a billion questions running through my head and I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

"Jane, is it? I never did thank you for trying to clear my name. It's a shame you ended up losing." He gave me a fake smile and I had to use all my strength to not shoot that boy then and there. Now that I look back I should've done so. Luke saw me reaching for my gun and he proceeded to stand in between Jeffrey and me. "Now let's not get in each others face. Let's sit down and talk like civilized human beings." Luke was right, we were acting like little kids.

A few minutes had passed and I had taken a seat in a small orange armchair in the corner of the small room. Jeff sat on the windowsill and Luke on his bed. My heart was slowly beating normal again and the awkward silence was broken by Luke.

"Jane, I know how bad this seems but I can explain. He wa-" I quickly cut him off.

"Jeff, do these names sound familiar? Sally? Tim? Aburee? Ben?" I snapped my head up towards him and watched him go dead eyed. I had said exactly what I needed to. He is the one connection I have between the PET and the extent of the knowledge of the group. Jeff isn't the smartest human you will come across so I knew he was the perfect person to question.

"How.. How do you know about them?" I could tell he was vulnerable by the small stutter in his voice.

I smirked as I looked up at him, "I guess you can say, Aburee and I have become very close." Jeff jumped off the windowsill and held a kitchen knife up to my neck. I chuckled as he glared at me. I slowly pulled my gun out of it's hollister and held it to his head. I could hear Luke telling us to stop but the two of us were trapped in a haze, Two proxys. One a devil, the other an angel. I was going to pull the trigger when a hand grabbed my wrist. I snapped out of the haze and turned to find a face in my own, looking at me with a perturbed look on his face. I saw what I was doing and quickly backed away.

"Jane. Don't do this. We need him." Luke's eyes stared into my own. My head felt like a cloud of mist was retreating and I could think. I sat back down in the armchair, closing my eyes and took a deep breath. This wasn't like me. To randomly act in such a dangerous way could've gotten me killed and if Luke hadn't grabbed my hand, Jeff would be a bloody mess against the white tile floor.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I acted out and I won't let it happen again." I opened my eyes and saw an abnormal smile cut into his face. I jumped and went to cry out but Luke spoke before I had the chance. "Remember Jane? Jeff's a proxy in training. He has his abnormalities."

I wanted to run. I didn't want to stay in the same room as that murderous monster and I couldn't figure out why Luke could still trust him. Even after everything that had happened, he was able to act like nothing happened. If my brother went crazy and killed my family, I would stay far away and if he found me before the police found me, I'd make sure there would be a bullet in my gun. "Jeff. I know you will most likely not want to answer me but I still have a few questions."

He leaned back against the window, twirling the knife he had been holding to my neck moments before, "Fine. As long as you don't tell anyone of my visit."

I rolled my eyes, sighing. He was going to be a work of art. I took a deep breath and let my questions flow.

Interview 1C

//-Aburee Harthen and Jeffery Carters-//

How are you related to Luke?

You already know that.

No need to be a smart-ass. Are you aware of your parents deaths?

I would hope so since I am the one who killed them.

Did you stab Luke on the night of your parents death?

I was trying to kill him but I knew if I left, he would be blamed.

Where did you go after you killed your parents?

I was walking down the street and a girl was standing under the only working lamppost on our street. When I approached her, she spoke, saying to come with her and that I would finally be with people like myself.

Did you go with her?

Of course I did. Yeah, I thought she was a police officer but if it did turn out poorly, I had my

knife.

Who was this girl?

You know her as Aburee Harthen.

So you are close with Miss. Harthen?

I guess you could say that.

Now tell me, what exactly is the P.E.T. and what does it do?

We are a team of what we are known to be as Proxys. We are a strong team of humanoids and creatures that are only heard about in stories. We are mostly in charge of looking for other proxys. Our other... non-formal job is ridding the world of the useless.

Ridding? Like, getting rid of people? Do you mean...

Yes murder. What else did you expect?

True... Are there any other members that we missed? So far we have acquired Benjamin Drower, Tim Sutton, Aburee Harthen, Jack Laurer, and Sally Williams.

Maybe there are but why would I tell you? I know what the SCP does to us and I will not let

anyone else get caught.

What do you know about Miss Aburee?

She is the one who saved me the first night. She is 4,683 years old and her father is the head of the P.E.T.

Woah woah woah... four thousand?

Yeah, what's so weird about that?

In her files, she is claimed to be eighteen. There is no possible way she could be that old... No human has lived over a hundred and twenty two...

Jane... we are not humans. How many times do I have to tell you this. For an S.C.P worker, you act as if everything that doesn't have a sound explanation doesn't exist. I don't think you've come to terms with your job.

That was it. That was the first time I actually noticed that I had never truly evaluated what I was sent to do. For the short time I had been a lawyer I was brave but easily frightened by what might happen to me if I ever failed to help a family. I had heard it before, a case where the verdict was found guilty and the family turned against the lawyer and it would end in murder. I guess I never wanted to be the reason someone is put in jail. Once the SCP recruited me, I became so afraid that the objects would be the end of me... and that was caused by an outbreak they had happened before hiring me and the other twelve other Class- A personal.

Three Class-D , criminals sentenced to death or very long sentences who agree to work for the Foundation in exchange for their freedom, were forced to perform tests on an entity known as SCP-173,a which can move at high speeds when unobserved, but cannot move while in a direct line of sight. During this testing routine, the site's power and door control systems began to malfunction, allowing SCP-173 to kill two of the test subjects and escape into the system. Several SCPs had also breached containment, forcing them to put the site under lockdown.

The foundation lost most of the lower class personal and most of the task force. The foundation picked a small group of scientists, lawyers, politicians and other people who are highly looked to was chosen to become a part and I was one of the unfortunate souls to be picked.

"Uh Jane? You ok?" I shook my head and found a pair of brown eyes in my face.

I cleared my throat and stood up. "Oh, yes. I'm fine. Thank you for answering my questions, Jeffery. I hope we will speak again soon. Now if you don't mind, I will be leaving now." I turned towards the door and before I could take a step, a knife flew past my head and hit the wall before me.

"Where the hell do you think you're going? I'm not done talking to you." Another knife whizzed past my head as I reached for my gun. Jeffery was becoming violent and for once, I wasn't scared.

Before he had the chance to throw another knife at me, I had gotten out into the hall and was making my way to the elevators. The doors opened as I approached it and a smiling blonde stepped out.

He noticed the worried look I had on my face and once I reached him, the door I had just left swung open. I spun around ready to shoot but I was surprised to see not Jeff, but Luke standing in the hall. The young boy approached us but I kept my gun at ready. After all, he was an SCP.

His eyes seemed wider and frightened and I could tell that Jeff had said something and It had scared him out of his wits. He didn't seem to be armed but I could never be too sure. After having two knifes be thrown at my head when I thought there was only one in the room with me, I was ready for the worst.

He stopped five feet in front of us and pointed at the room and whispered softly, "Private. SCP. Breach. Help. PET." His eyes were full of fear and Alex told him that the two should meet us in the 2S assessment room in the next thirty minutes. He nodded and ran back to the room as the two of us backed into the elevator, not wanting to turn our backs in fear of what might happen if we did.