Capítulo 7: Prelude of a Mechanical God
"Are you fucking kidding!?" Jordan shouts. He is currently in Jameson's office. He has just been briefed on his current status of being an SCP.
James clears his throat. "I understand your frustrations. I have made propositions and so far, they have been ignored. Which is no surprise."
"Then what's even the fucking point? I'm going to be stuck here for the rest of my life!" He slams the desk with his fists. "I shouldn't have never accepted to come."
James is unfazed by his anger. "The best I can do now is keep persisting for an Archon. However, that will be difficult, as we don't know anything about SCP-9834-1 residing inside you." Even among the anger, Jordan finds the logic behind the reason. "We can't even properly study it without Dr. Sarbosa's involvement and she's already busy with other research." He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Jordan thinks for a moment. "What about Robert? He can see her too."
James raises an eyebrow. "This is news to me. I'll write that down and see if they consider an investigation." He calls for a guard to bring him over.
After some time passes, Robert enters the room. "Oh shit. Is this an intervention?" He chuckles. "Sup, Jojo." They both high-five each other.
"Mr. Balmero, we brought you here to aid us in studying SCP-9834-1 or "Newi" as you both refer." James explains.
Robert is surprised. "Woah woah. They know he has a Stand? Psh. Nothing flies under this organization." He comments with melancholy behind his voice. "I have two questions. Will this kill me?".
"We don't know. Maybe, maybe not. That is what we're trying to find out." James says.
"I see. If that's the case, is it possible to make a request?"
"Depends on the request. I can't guarantee anything."
"That's fine. I just want to be sent to New Stony Lake in Ohio." Jordan is confused, but James widens his eyes.
"That is a very complicated request you're proposing. I hope you understand why."
Robert stares at the wall. "I know. I thought I could wait until I'm free, but these past days have proven that I can't afford to take that chance anymore. I need to go there."
"But why do you want to go there?" Jordan asks.
Robert doesn't break his gaze, then sighs. "Thinking back, I believe they have a suspicion on my real identity, so no point in hiding it anymore." He faces them. "My real name is Roberto Bumaro. I am the grandson of Robert Bumuro, leader of The Church of the Broken God." James falls from his chair at the reveal. Jordan is still clueless about the situation. "The fact that the guards haven't tackled me to the ground means they knew all along."
"The Church of the Broken God…" James mumbles to himself. "If that's the case, then there's no chance they would approve. I don't know all the details, since those documents are classified, but everyone knows it's related to the Broken God."
"You misunderstand my intentions. It's true. I uphold the title of being the next successor, but my goals are different from that of my old man." He pauses for a moment. "My mission is to keep our God Broken. I'm not a fool. I've read what happened when they tried to assemble that…thing." He says with disgust. "So many innocent lives were lost. And for what? A foolish desire to meet an entity far beyond human comprehension? Fucking assholes. And I get that they were influenced by whatever the fuck made them do it, but that's why I must uphold that responsibility. I think it's in our best interest to work together to eliminate whatever monstrosity lies there."
"Eliminate? Do you have the means to neutralize it?" James asks.
Robert shrugs. "My original plan was to shoot at the remaining followers, but I've found a better solution." He smiles while looking at Jordan.
"I'm sorry man. Our life is at risk already. I don't want to die just yet." He replies.
"Understandable. But know that if anyone were to succeed…well, it doesn't matter." He looks at the camera. "So are we doing this or not?"
As soon as Robert finishes his sentence, a message pops up in James's laptop. He checks and reads it. "...It seems they agree to the arrangements. Under one condition."
Robert chuckles. "Of course. There's always something. So what's the catch?"
James looks at both men. "You will protect D-9834 at all costs."
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