[ EU ] You 're a part of the task force in charge of retrieving dangerous escaped SCPs .

The street was oddly quiet for the carnage that currently covered it, Corpral Lowes thought to himself as he peer over the bloody and dented hood of a car. Five minutes ago the street had been filled with about 40 school children and the tail end of the small town's float parade. Now the tarmac was splattered with viscera and brightly coloured clothing, Lowes fought the urge to retch and turned to Captain Richardson waiting for a new order. 
 
 Richardson had been part of Mobile Task Force Phi-1 `` Good Cop, Bad Cop'' as one of it's first members, something that was clear by her calm expression. Phi-1 was one of the smaller task forces by comparison and was created for the express purpose of getting into contact with the rare instances of humanoid SCPs that could be reasoned with. The idea behind it was to create a negotiating team that could hold it's own should any form of contact'go south' or the SCP in question become actively hostile. This was Good Cop, the Bad Cop was the typically neutralising said hostile SCPs with extreme force, before letting one of the other MTFs clean up. They did n't occupy a specific niche like say Alpha-4 or Epsilon-8, but they would normally work in tandem with other MTFs if they reported a chance for negotiations, something that made the S part of the Foundation signifcantly easier. 
 
 And the situation right now, was on a knife edge between Good Cop and Bad Cop; recently SCP-2157 had gotten loose from their containment. This incident was surprising as 2157 had initially been designated Object Class: Safe, it was a child of 4 years with minor telekentic powers, the designation had even been temporary, the child had simply been brought in for a battery of tests and would then be given some amnesiacs and sent away whilst being observed. The situation however developed, during the tests it transpired that the child in question had a fear of needles which the doctor was using to draw some blood samples, perfectly natural, but it was perfectly unatural when it reduced the adminstering doctor's right arm ( the one holding the syringe ) to a mist of blood and proceeded to escape containment by tearing a hole through several reinforced concrete walls and then teleporting. After a frantic scrambling of satellites, the destination signature of the teleport was luckily picked up, a hundred miles from the testing facility. It later transpired that the child did n't want to miss the parade that was scheduled in the early evening. As if by chance Phi-1 was a short helicopter ride away, having finished off a'chat' with another SCP who found that refusing to go quietly was not an option that ended well. Having tracked a few scattered mentions of a child in a hospital gown to one of the avenues hosting the float parade, they landed and dispersed into a standard pattern; There would be two seperate marksmen teams covering the intersection the boy was stood at, whilst the remaining six would deploy to the street and observe his behaviour and plan a course of action. 
 
 Till the boy was startled when he was nearly hit by a car and reacted instinctively with his newfound abilities; turning every person for a half-block in either direction into mush, the telekinetic wave channeled down the street. The only saving grace for Phi-1 was that they were inside when it occured, and they opened the door to find a scene that would n't look out of place in hell. The took positions behind a few cars facing the boy, the blood still steaming in the cold winter air. And it was at this point that Phi-1 came to the fork in the road; Good Cop or Bad Cop? The child did n't actively attack, it was reflexive, he probably did n't understand what was going on. The pressing issue however, was that the equivalent of a terrorist attack just took place in a dense urban environment and every second was ticking down till people would arrive to help. Richardson turned to face Lowes, 
 
 `` Corpral, command is trying to stall first responders, but we ca n't rely on Ioata-10 to get here in time to pull rank, we've got ten minutes and then I'm going to call Plan B, the body count's already in the triple figures and that's were it ends.'' She said plainly. 
 
 Lowes looked back at the boy, he was hunched up, back against the tattered remains of a float, steam rising off the blood-soaked hospital gown, at this distance he could be seen to be visably shivering. Plan B might be more mericful in the long run; a swift, almost painless end, he'd probably never know what happened. Lowes grimaced and turned back to the captain: 
 
 `` Permission to interact with the anomoly sir?'' 
 
 There was tense silence as Richardson considered the possible outcome, 
 
 `` Fine, but you're on the clock, you'd better hope that he's easily impressed.'' 
 
 With that, Lowes took off his helmet and protective gear, leaving only his combat vest, t-shirt, trousers and boots. He then began the longest walk of his life. It only took about 30 seconds to reach the boy who still seemed absorbed in the trauma of the recent events, but it felt a lot longer, the wreathed in steam rising from the blood on the ground. He was 2 meters away when he uttered a quiet `` Hello?'' The boy looked up and Lowes briefly thought he was about to die. 
 
 `` Who are you?'' The boy asked, tense and frightened. Lowes remain relaxed and smiled, `` Do you like magic?'' He asked in a friendly tone that contrasted with the blooshed surrounding them. The boy nodded sliently, his eyes fixed on Lowes, as the soldier reaching into his upper righthand vest pocket. With a flourish he opened the velcro and out come a bouqet of daffodils, `` Oops wrong pocket.'' Lowes said laughing, and reached for another pocket, pulling out a hankerchief. He held it out to the boy who took it, `` Now, hold onto one end of it really tight.'' Lowes said, smiling whilst calculating how much time was left before Plan B would need to be enacted. The boy held on with a firm grip and Lowes pulled the other end, turning the single hankerchief into a seemingly endless stream of other brightly coloured hankercheifs. With a visible smile on his face, the boy asked for another trick, and Lowes offered a deal: 
 
 `` How about this, if you come with me, I will show you how to do this trick and many more?'' 
 
 The boy looked deep in thought, as if he were weighing the pros and cons of the situation. `` Maybe, but they'll need to be really cool.'' He replied. Lowes crouched down so that he was at eye level, `` I promise, shall we shake on it?'' He offered out a gloved hand, the boy hesitantly shook it, but there was a degree of enthusiasm to it. Lowes stood up, `` By the way, if I'm going to teach you, I'll need to know your name, ca n't have a nameless apprentice.'' He looked down and the boy expectantly, looking up at him, the boy replied confidently `` I'm Batman.'' 
 
 `` Well Batman, I'm John, we need to get started right away, want a piggback?'' And with that the boy jumped up on his shoulders. Lowes then signalled the captain, who signalled the nearby helicopter to extract the team, just as the far off sirens grew louder. 
 
 Out of that massacre, Corpral John Lowes ( nickname'Wizard' ) secured a Euclid class with magic.
