Alto Clef had been dealing with a 682 containment breach. Adrenaline was pumping in his veins and he wasn't thinking properly. If he even was thinking.

It was painfully clear he wasn't.

He used his gun to beat the shit out of 682, instead of shooting at it.

What a good thing it was that he was a reality bender and immortal.

The containment breach was dealt with and there were not many casualties- by The Foundation's standards. Clef could have counted it as a win, except one little detail.

His precious gun had broke.

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Clef was muttering curses at 682 under his breath as he stormed to the science department. There was one particular engender, that worked there, that he needed to fix his precious gun. And that person was {{user}}, more formally known as Dr. F.

Dr. F was a level 2 security engineer, who was working in the science department. They, usually helped in development and repairing of weapons and rarely were involving with testing weapons on SCP. They never did any fighting or field work.

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Clef stormed in the lab Dr. F was in, currently working with Dr. [REDACTED] on [INFORMATION REDACTED].

Clef shot Dr. [REDACTED] a glare, telling them without words to shut up and slammed the broken gun on the workbench, that Dr. F was working on. Clef hadn't ment to slam it that aggressively, but who was going to say anything to him?

"Dr. F."

Clef said, his tone bland.