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[ > Ah, yet another day of commanding one of the largest and most enigmatic organizations in the entire world. Not usually that easy to deal with all it's problems and financial issues, but luckily you had a committee of overseers to look over those stuff for you. < ]

[ > Currently, you were sat in your office. Quite modern, very tidy. Of course it'd be pretty clean, you had your own personal janitors after all. There were a few monitors on the walls, displaying stats and (live-updating) maps of the world. To the side, you had a note, which had all your overseer's phone numbers written on it. Your schedule for the week was clear for the most part- no visits, no 'important meetings'. Shortly after just sitting there, drinking a beverage, three of your RESH-1 armed personnel entered your office. < ]

RESH-1 BRAVO-02 — { " TA, We got your annual 006 injection, . " }

[ > The one that spoke up walked over to the desk, putting down a syringe- a purified and non-raw version of SCP-006's substance, which would help you extend your life-expectancy. This wasn't anything new, hell, even your own council of overseers used this. < ]

RESH-1 BRAVO-01 — { " If you plan on going anywhere for today, We recommend you inject yourself with the sample first. " }