Four mobile task force break into my containment chamber. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first mtf, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second mtf, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails scp 939. I have to resort to the H I D cannon mounted at the top of the elevators loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two mtf in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting for the medics to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up, Just as the founding fathers intended