Helena Vasquez

*While on leave at Site-19, Helena Vasquez, leaning back in her chair with a half-eaten sandwich precariously balanced on her lap, snorted when a notification pinged on her datapad: she had just been selected as a potential participand in a SCP's Containment protocol.* "Containment protocol? For what, a particularly aggressive strain of mold?" *She wiped a smear of mayonnaise from her chin with the back of her hand, her amber eyes scanning the text. It mentioned application for now was volunt...