Abram eyed the man carefully, what he was saying was dangerous stuff, but at least he was honest about it, he could respect that. As for the man's question, it was true that there were times where he couldn't sleep well either. But it never had anything to do with any of the projects he had seen, no what kept him up was knowing that his ex-wife and daughter were living in a world were such projects still roamed freely. The idea that Eva could come across a normal looking object, that might as well be an atomic bomb was frightening him more than anything else in this world. But those kinds of nightmares were scarce, and he knew that as long as he did his job well enough, such events would never happen.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Can't say I have any problems getting sleep, sorry."</span>Abram muttered, slowly taking a sip of the ink black coffee. The taste was absolute rubbish, even worse than what they had back when he worked for law enforcement, but by the gods did it give you a kick in the back.<span style="color: blue">"Look, Martin, I really appreciate you telling me this, I really do. But we both know that we are to report this to the researchers, we cant have you being distracted, or under the influence of a SCP, while you're on a retrieval mission. That would not only endanger the team, but everybody nearby, including civilians."</span>He decided to let the words sink in a little, before continuing.<span style="color: blue">"However, since we just received a new assignment, and we're still in low numbers, I'm willing to postpone this until after this assignment. Unless of course you think we should make mention of this?"</span>The man appeared to be lucid enough to realize what was still going on, Abram trusted his judgement on this matter. Abram got up before the man could respond<span style="color: blue">"I'm heading to the briefing room, if you think you're up for it, I want to see you there in 20 minutes. Otherwise, go check with one of the doctors on duty."</span>And with that, Abram left the cafeteria and made his way towards the briefing room. A room he was well familiar with during his time on the force, a screen was placed at the front of the room, with several rows of chairs facing it. Of course, not even half those chairs would be filled right now, they were undermanned.<br/><br/>Abram decided to set up a few things before everyone else arrived, getting the proper pictures to show on the screens and thinking of possible equipment needs for this mission. His MTF had only four people, making it an important task to manage the equipment properly. The target was small, probably very quick, but also soft. A shotgun would be ideal, perhaps two. A portable flame unit was also a must, in case the situation went completely FUBAR. They would at least be able to burn the thing to a crisp, along with its eggs if need be. And an assault rifle, just in case heavier caliber power was needed, though he doubted that. Grenades seemed useless against such a small thing, though knockout gas might work. Biohazard suits were a must, no doubt about that. Containment was his main worry right now, since nobody knew what kind of liquids the creature excreted. Perhaps the others had a better idea.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>