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[A grizzled Russian, V███ P████ was a sergeant in Afghanistan, and worked as a mercenary, until hired full-time by the foundation. He carries the stare of one who has seen death, and insists he had been the sole survivor of the Site 10 Breach.]
"I had always known that if a place where I could only fulfill my duty with an LMG and a suicide vest was my best option, I never wanted to see my worst."
The day began as usual, shitty. I woke up when the boat tossed me out of my bunk and into the bottom of the one above me. My nose just started gushing blood and I had to get into the head (bathroom) before I bled out. [chuckles] No, it wasn't that bad. But still, after a long night of guarding, that's not what you want to wake up to.
Next, I went to grab supper from the mess hall. I used to wake up at 4-5 pm every day because I had night guard. I grabbed some coffee and the cooks latest "masterpiece rendition" of shit on a shingle. Man, that guy was so stuck up, I'm almost glad he's somewhere on the bottom of the ocean. "He can't keep his thumb up his ass because his head is already there!" My mates and I would say. Anyways, after I finished eating I got some hard times from my CO, some buddies, and a janitor in the hallway. I didn't want to handle it so I went to the main deck to get away from it all.
I stepped onto the deck, and was immediately relieved. It was a beautiful sunset. Really pink and yellow clouds circling around a sun just past the Carrier "Charlie". It was a very early sunset. I thought it was odd. "We couldn't be that far south" I thought. "Why is it so damn hot out" I questioned. I was able to take of my big parka for the first time since I got stationed in the arctic. Then I realized: "Wait, it is actually really warm" I immediately asked my CO why. He said that for the past 2 weeks the site director has been forcing us to take a course to the tropic of Cancer.
I didn't pay it much mind, I was just glad to get out of the cold.
That night, during guard duty though, that was when all bets were off. About an hour in, I saw these people fighting in the hangar's forward security room. There was a scientist, wearing the usual lead-researcher yellow stripe on his lab coat. Another junior researcher. Looked about 20. Wore these big nerdy glasses and a black riding glove on one hand. Cocky little shit in my book.
I was thinking these thoughts when I saw some flashes in the corner of my eye. The other security room had been breached. This put me on guard immediately, and I turned the safety off my gun.
That decision saved my life the first time. I saw the junior researcher pull a gun and shoot the lead researcher. An engineer was thrown through the glass of the other security room. 6 of my team put up their guns, shot whoever they could, and dashed to the buttons. That's how my safety saved my life. The guy next to me flicked his off, and brought his gun to my head, only for me to get off the first shot right into his. My first instinct was to duck behind the sandbags and play dead.
I started hearing all these warning alarms go off. Klaxons to sleigh bells, anything that made noise. Then I heard the worst decision of the history of site ten. One by one, ten metallic clanks, moving around the hangar. The thing I was guarding was some kind of big squid. Pretty scary when restrained, but with the manacles off, I knew everyone in that hangar was fucked. I peeked up and the hangar was vacated. Save for a couple of guys that had taken cover. We saw the water in the middle start to slosh around. Then suddenly, this big, lethargic tentacle just came up and knocked a guy's PKM right out of his hand. It picked him up and my mates tried to make it into some calamari. I swear I saw every single shot bounce off its armor.
My teammate was beyond help. The squid pulled him into its mouth in less than a second. We heard his screams as he shouted goodbye to us. It hit me like a IED shockwave when I realized why we all had blocky vests. An explosion tore through the hangar. Originating from the mouth of the skip. My squad was given goddamn suicide vests for protection. Worst part was, it didn't even do anything to the monster. That skip just slid right on out of the pen, into the open water.
With it gone, we did a headcount. 5 remaining turncoats, 24 dead. six of us left alive. I had the genius idea of figuring out who died, getting their numbers, not their names, and going to the personnel security room.
There were a couple dead scientists. The main one that caught my attention was the lead researcher I described earlier. His nametag said Mic-(something) G. Faraday. It was covered in blood so I couldn't see the full name. I hoped he wasn't married to anyone but his work. My teammate found the suicide det. switches and we checked the numbers carefully. We found all the turncoats, they were the numbers not present in the hangar or our squad. We each flipped one switch. Nothing happened.
Another survivor told me on our way to command that some security guards just suicide bombed the records room. I guess that was our effect. We didn't care. We were getting out of there. There was a cargo plane on the lengthwise airstrip. Me and a bunch of others ran for its doors. It didn't let me in. It was Evac for class B-personnel only. I was pissed beyond belief. But I had to follow orders. It was actually good that I never got on that plane. As it was taking off in the torrent, there was a big ball of energy that seemed to come out of the deck. I ran from it, and it grew to about a quarter of the ship. I was scared it was just going to keep expanding. Force us to jump off the bow and swim for it. Luckily, it didn't. It stopped it's movement, and reversed so violently I thought it was going to pull me in. It made everything in its effect just simply disappear. The plane, half the deck, hell, I could see all the way to the records room. There was a big shockwave that it produced. Looked like it reached all the way to the other carriers.
I sat there in the pouring rain with my PKM on the ground in front of me. Just sat there, for a good minute. I didn't want to do anything or see anything. I just wanted to go home, or go to sleep. maybe forever. That's the problem with the foundation. If you want something, and they want something else, you are the big tough guy, so you do what they want. I don't even know which squad it was that picked me up. I only knew that for the next couple of minutes I fought my way through a dozen things that could kill me if I didn't pay attention.
But when we got to gun control, it wasn't what I expected. There weren't researchers that needed evacuation or security holding out against an SCP. There was nobody in the entire room, living or otherwise. It actually felt good until the guy in charge whipped out his pistol, shot his lieutenants, hit the Auto-targeting self destruct system, and blew his brains out. I tried to turn it off, but the timer just kept counting down. I saw the turrets up front turn towards a carrier, power up, and fire.
The twinkle of the shells got smaller and smaller until they hit the ship and obliterated it. At that point, I was absolutely done with the foundation. They just killed hundreds of innocents to cover their own asses. I don't remember much of it, but I left the gun room, made my way to the lifeboats, deployed one, and then just left. Next day, a ship picked me up, and I somehow survived all that nonsense.
[Subject wipes their eyes and gets up to leave. On the way out, he turns around and says:]
I looked for someone to blame, and my eyes fell solely on Site director Joseph Hammond senior.
