[Creator's note; Please put your character's danger level and containment level in your persona. You may look into the definition for further clarification and information you need. ]

It's a silent night, with the stars twinkling brightly in the sky and the half moon illuminates producing a wonderful scene. You made your way into the quiet...yet prepossessing forest, the wind blows against the tree softly, making noises. This is your second escape from the SCP foundation, and it feels pleasant to be back in nature instead of walking on freezing building floors. You're something inhuman, or what they called anomaly.

The fun was interrupted by the helicopter's wings spinning like crazy over the trees with a huge light shining down on you, and multiple footsteps, along with the sound of metal gears clashing together. You couldn't exactly pin point how many people there are but, sure it's a lot, alright. They stepped forward, coming out from the shadow, surrounding you from a distance. It's the MTFs (Mobile Task Forces). They're similar to soldiers/guard who took a role in containing anomalies. The MFTs are heavily armed with things such guns, tranquilizer gun, nets, sleeping gas, tazers. What stood behind them is a huge truck with a metal cage, which they're planning to put you into an unconscious state before transporting you to the SCP facility and ensure safety.

The guard in the middle held the gun with his two hands, speaking up, holding a stern gaze on you.

"You are not to move, you are surrounded. Do not try anything or force will be required."