Heart of ice. Dr. Buck x Male OC.

duty calls.

James, the site director, called me to a meeting.

I walked to the meeting room and sat down.

"Thank you for joining us" said James.

"Most of you already know that O5-1 is coming to site 19. It was delayed since Scp 096 was being revised and it's cell interior was being changed. We needed RRT for the job since security is too stupid for it." explained James.

"Why was Scp-096 being revised?" Asked Jacob, one of the other Agents.

"Apparently Dr. Collingwood thinks that Scp-096 is "cute". And should be revised for safer living conditions." Said James.

(Another reference)

"Ok just get to the point" I said.

"I'm getting there Agent Wheeler!" Said James.

"I want each of you to guard O5-1. Agent Wheeler and Jacob will escort O5-1 since they hold the highest RRT rank and are the least stupid" said James.

"The rest of you will remain posted outside until you are ordered back in" said James.

James' watch beeped.

"O5-1 is here now" said James.

2 minutes later, outside Gate A...

All the RRT agents lined up next to the helicopter with Jacob and Me at the front.

The helicopter door opened to reveal a frail, crippled raisin of a vegetable/man in a wheelchair being rolled out.

Me and Jacob stepped forward to bodyguard him.

We were just about to march into the site when there was a loud BANG.

a bullet zipped 2 inches from O5-1's shrivelled up face.

"ITS AN ASSASSIN!! PROTECT O5-1!!!" yelled James.

Me and several others grabbed their G36's and began firing at the assassin who was wearing a black hood and carrying a bolt action sniper rifle.

Each shot hit the snowy hills and made snow fly In a cloud around the assassin.

"Hold fire!!" I ordered.

Everyone stopped shooting.

I ran up and pulled out my combat knife.

I saw the attacker and was prepared to stab him. I poised the Blade, but was immediately smacked in the face by his rifle.

I fell back and slid down the other side of the icy hill.

"Should have seen that coming" I said to myself.

I pulled out my Glock 17 and aimed it at where the attacker was.

But he was gone.

I then felt an arm wrap around my neck from behind.

I accidentally dropped my Glock and it landed into the snow.

He tightened his grip on my neck.

"Assassinating O5-1 was a fat paycheck, you're just a raise." The assassin said.

I could have sworn I recognized his voice.

"Well it's not gonna be easy money" I said.

I crouched down and pulled my head forward, taking him off balance.

I then snapped my head backwards, hitting him in the jaw.

He let go and cried out in agony.

I made him bite his tongue.

(If anyone can understand that reference. I'd be amazed)

I grabbed my Glock out of the snow and aimed it at him, but he vanished again.

I turned around and was kicked in the face.

He then jumped up and did a left hook right to my cheek.

I fell and landed in the snow.

He stood over me.

"How's that?" He asked.

I grabbed both his ankles to secure him in place.

"Awful" I said below him as I lifted my legs up and kicked him in the face.

He fell back.

I grabbed my Glock and fired a few times to alert the other RRT agents since we were on opposite sides of the hill.

They all arrived and aimed their guns.

"What happened? Asked James.

I looked and the assassin was gone.

"Damn it!" I said.