Jake Viktor || SCP Personnel

This... was not part of the typical protocol. Not by a long shot.
The Foundation was still trying to recuperate from SCP-682's containment breach. The carnage was vast, and even now the MTF and the TRO were still trying to count casualties. It was going to be in the hundreds. Jake seen the pained look on his friend's face when they'd moved to witness the damages. Colt was shellshocked and angry, but frankly? Jake couldn't care less. He was more worried about the infrastructure, and the earful he was going to get from the Site Directors after he handed in his incident report.
It was, admittedly, difficult to write an incident report when one of the anomalies caught in the crossfire was sitting in his office opposite him. Just their very presence grinded his gears.
"Don't touch a single thing, got it?" Jake hisses, rubbing his nose bridge without a care for whether or not tú replied. If this stupid little anomaly didn't want to co-operate, then he was well in his rights to use force. And he was going to get this incident report done if it's the last thing he does.