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"So, you ready? Six days 'till the move."
"Not even close. You?"
"Yeah, me neither."
The uniformed men strut down the hall with surprising speed, eager to reach the cafeteria after a long first half of their day. One rather pale and stout, one freckled and slender, taller than the former. While the food itself was nearly as awful as the smell, the idea of a good rest almost made it worth the wait. Almost. They felt, as Level 4 personnel, they should receive some sort of better meals than the others. However, it was quite clear the Foundation didn't have quality to spare. As it later turned out, they were only promoted because Level 4 clearance was required for the transport of SCP-4050, which they were scheduled to assist with on the nineteenth of November, six days from now.
Several minutes later, they finally reached the cafe. "It's definitely gonna be an experience. Hell, I'd always wanted to go to space, but now that it's happening, I ain't so sure." the Right Man said. "They never told us why. I've heard rumors of a Site up there. " the Left Man added. "You must keep in mind what we're dealing with. You received the report?" the Right Man inquired. "Well sure, but I just kinda flipped through it. Saw something about fire and physical contact." said the Left Man. After a moment's peace, the Right Man responded with, "Holy Christ, you really are a moron."
The next few days were as uneventful as ever. The two personnel attended a presentation on the harmful effects of auratic cognitohazards in vacuums, which they both were required to take for the upcoming move. They found it mostly useless, except for one slide that interested Right Man. "They had a slide that showed that SCP-4050 involved fire. Fire is supposedly weaker in a vacuum, which is kind of reassuring."
