You Damm Unit

“How… how do you even know about that?” The nervous one asked, his voice trembling.

“Oh, I know everything,” SF said, his voice cold.

He walked over to the operating table, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of their marked out areas of where to cut.

Both lab coats visibly stiffened with fear.

“I think I’ll have to kill at least one of you to send a message to the rest,” SF said, his voice dark.

SF looked at the two men in front of him, before he smiled.

“Well, I am not a monster so ill call for a vote,” SF added, his eyes locking onto the more nervous lab coat. “A vote?” “yes, we all get to vote for who dies in here”. The nervous lab coat stared at SF for a few before a smile appeared “you said we get to vote for who dies in here, does that mean i can vote for you” The lab coat pointed at SF that gave a small smile “yea that is in the rules, but that means i will vote for you” SF pointed back at the nervous lab coat. “Like that vote will matter, there are two of us anyways” his voice was full of confidence as he spoke. That confidence whoever was shattered as he saw his younger companion point at him. “What are you doing you fool!” the younger one backed off slightly. “Well i guess i just found out who will die” SF said as he approached the two

“Stay back, you damn unit!” the lab coat shouted, stepping back. “You can’t kill me! You’ll be terminated for that!”

“I don’t think I will,” SF said with a dark grin. “You know, Carol knows what you’ve been doing, but she can’t do anything about it. But I sure can.”

The lab coat stumbled backward until he was backed into a corner, his fear palpable.

“Listen,” he said, his voice quivering. “I won’t do it again, okay?”

“Well, that’s great,” SF said as he put an arm around the lab coat, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “I won’t kill you then.”

The lab coat didn’t catch the sarcasm or perhaps he was to afraid to move. “Really?” he asked while SF pulled out a dose of Invicta serum, the one he had picked up earlier, and injected it into the lab coat.

“Oops, i lied,” SF said with a twisted smile as he backed away with his arms spread wide.

The lab coat’s body began to twitch uncontrollably. He screamed as his arms twisted in unnatural angles, his body jerking in painful spasms. Blood poured from his mouth as he vomited, but SF simply watched in silence, his gaze unwavering.

The lab coat’s body contorted grotesquely, and with a final, desperate scream, his eyes twisted leaving nothing but white left visible.

“Now then,” SF said, turning slowly toward the remaining lab coat, who stood frozen in terror. “Could you please operate on my squad mate here?” SF looked down on the name tag “Dr Salvator

The lab coat, shaking, nodded quickly. “Yes, of course.”

SF walked over to R2’s side, gently removing her blindfold. Her eyes were filled with tears, and though she could see again, she was hesitant to open them. When SF removed the sound-canceling devices from her ears, she immediately heard his voice.

“It’s fine, R2. I promise,” SF said, his expression still cold, but there was a hint of reassurance in his words.

R2’s body trembled, but she seemed to find comfort in his words, her fear slightly easing.

“Excuse me, it’s time for some sedatives,” the remaining lab coat said, interrupting them.

R2, too afraid to speak, lay there quietly, her wide eyes staring in horror as the lab coat administered sleeping gas.

SF stayed by her side, his voice low and steady. “It’s fine. It’s fine, Rey. I’ll be here until it’s done.”

A flicker of recognition appeared in her eyes, and she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. “You said my name.” SF face remained expressionless at Rey’s words.

After the operation SF walked down the sterile white halls of the lab, his steps steady but his mind elsewhere. The operation was complete, and the lab coat had promised to keep an eye on R2. Once she was stabilized, he would bring her back to the Unit’s designated room.

SF hadn’t trusted the young lab coat at first, not after what happened with the other one. But after confirming he wasn’t associated, a simple death threat had been enough to secure his cooperation.

As he reached the Unit 2 quarters, the door slid open with a soft hiss.

“Hey, I ain’t shocked to see you back.” B2’s voice was the first to break the silence, a grin plastered on his face.

SF sighed. “I’m not shocked to hear you joke like that.” He walked past B2, heading straight for the couch.

“Wait… did you just joke?” B2’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “I must say, I am shoc—”

“That’s enough now, B2.” SF cut him off, his voice returning to its usual sternness.

B2 chuckled, unfazed. “And here I thought you finally went along with my jokes.” He feigned disappointment, but the grin on his face betrayed his act.

“Billy, enough with your jokes. The man just woke up from his sleep.” Henry chimed in, adjusting his mechanical arm with a focused expression.

“Come on, we have to be allowed to ask at least a few questions. I mean, he did leave us all shocked, after all.”

Penny’s voice drifted in from behind SF. She was lying on the floor, casually dangling her newly repaired legs, clearly amused as she followed Billy’s lead with the wordplay as she read her book. SF laid on the couch, eyes closed, his posture relaxed but his mind alert. “Ask away,” he said, his voice even. “Can’t promise I’ll have all the answers, though.”

“Well, let’s start with where you went after talking with Henry,” Penny asked, finally setting down her book.

“I paid our wounded comrade a visit.”

Henry glanced up at him but remained silent, adjusting his mechanical arm with a focused expression.

“Oh? Which one?” Penny pressed.

SF opened his eyes, a flicker of confusion crossing his face as he sat up. “What do you mean, which one? There’s only one, right?”

“Stinger’s wounded too,” Billy chimed in.

“I see.” SF’s response was short, detached as he laid back down. A brief silence settled over the room.

“Soooo, I assume no more questions, then?” Billy rocked back and forth on his feet, breaking the quiet.

Before anyone could answer, the door slid open. Two figures entered—not the usual white-coated scientists but Overseers, dressed in black coats with half-masks covering the lower half of their faces. Their presence alone was enough to shift the room’s atmosphere.

They carried standard-issue AK-5 rifles, moving with far more authority than the regular lab workers.

Everyone, except SF, tensed.

“We are here for Unit S2-SF,” one of them announced, scanning the room before locking eyes on SF, still lounging on the couch.

SF sat up slowly, exhaling. “Didn’t think the Lab Overseers made house calls.” He chuckled lightly, though there was no real amusement behind it.

“S2-SF, you have been called for questioning by Dr. Carol. You are to be escorted immediately.” Their voices were as emotionless as SF’s usual tone.

“Well, lead the way, gentlemen.” SF gestured toward the door with mock politeness.

“You first.” One of the Overseers motioned with his rifle.

SF complied without protest, rising to his feet and following them out.