Scp-599 Novels & Stories

the female technician asked, her gloves squeaking against rubber tubing. ​"No post surgery," Sterling replied softly. His voice dropped into a hushed, flat monotone that sent a wave of icy horror crashing through my paralyzed body. "The Vance estate arranged the transfer directly from the surgical suite. She goes straight to the tarmac." ​"Under what designation?" ​A pause stretched between them. The only sound in the room was the dull hum of the suction machine and the rapid, unsteady beep of my heart monitor. ​"Code Crimson Nine," Sterling whispered.