Bolterpyre 2

Item #: SCP-4084

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4084 is to be detained in a modified humanoid containment chamber. SCP-4084 may request the following: a.) a vase of flowers primarily consisting of roses and sunflower daisies, b.) a television set and c.) a library of old literature books.

The room should contain an observation window on the left side for research purposes. Two armed guards are to be posted outside of the containment chamber.

A Class-D Personnel shall enter SCP-4084 containment chamber every five (5) hours and engage it in a conversation about literature in order to prevent SCP-4084 from attempting suicide or committing self-harm. Any Personnel in the vicinity of the containment chamber are not to act violently or to make reference to anything related to war and violence.

Maintenance is to be handled by three crews. One is for cleaning the containment chamber, the other is for adding more books to the mini library and the third is for cleaning the cutlery provided to SCP-4084.

SCP-4084 shall be provided with 5 liters of Valvoline Gasoline (tm) every month in order to maintain SCP-4084's locomotion movements and health.

Description: SCP-4084 is a 182.88 cm tall humanoid heavily augmented with gears and steam pipes. The cranial part of SCP-4084 is sewn with a chrome plated mining hat mounted with a headlamp device. The face of the anomaly was obscured with a chrome plated mask that resembles a human skeleton. A valve point is mechanically affixed to SCP-4084's left eye. Both arms of the anomaly remains as a stump where two weapons are originally connected. Further research has allowed us to identify the weapons previously attached. The left hand was a circular saw 7 inches in tall and 9 inches wide. The right hand, through further research has shown that it was a steam-powered cannon that fires off pressurized metal with a force of 200 psi per second. Both weapons were detached upon SCP-4084's request. SCP-4084's exposed chest is also augmented as well. The anomaly's left breast was replaced by a set of rotating gears housed inside an unbreakable glass.

The composition of SCP-4084's upper extremities remained in its original form which consists of 12% biological tissue that belongs to a member of the Homo Sapiens species. The anomaly's lower extremities were completely replaced with artificial mechanical legs. A rectangular metal box was bolted to SCP-4084's back. Upon inspection, it contains one (1) cylindrical gas tank, two (2) metal tubes, three (3) spoilers that emits steam, and SCP-4084's serial tag.

SCP-4084 previously inhabited the basement of the University of Oxford in Oxford, England where students of the university has reportedly seen a "strange man covered in bronze". Foundation Agents investigated the report and found SCP-4084. MTF Sigma-26 "Bookworms" was formed to apprehend SCP-4084. Upon apprehension, SCP-4084 showed no signs of hostility and willingly surrendered to the Foundation's custody.

SCP-4084 requested for the removal of his weapons upon arriving at Site-19. SCP-4084 remains cooperative and friendly to Foundation personnel. It always talked about literature and authors, its "home", oppression and abandoning a "duty" which it regrets but shows pride of doing so. Further research has shown that SCP-4084's speech patterns and the journal entry found on the book previously in its possession (See Journal Entry-4084-01) implies that the anomaly has abandoned its original directives by chance.

Upon full inspection, the following items were found and confiscated by the Research Team Echo-Delta 04: one (1) cup wire brush, three (3) empty oil cans of ██████ brand, one (1) small shovel, two (2) sheets of sandpaper, one (1) handheld computer device with brass keypads and stained chrome vanadium casing and a worn-out journal with a red leather cover.

Addendum 4084-01: SCP-4084 is believed to be a hundred years old based on carbon dating tests on the remaining biological tissue exposed on its torso. SCP-4084 has divulged that it arrived to our dimension fifty seven (57) years ago in Severny Island.

Addendum 4084-02: SCP-4084 is known for its friendly behavior. There is a single occurrence where SCP-4084 had acted violently that it required the assistance of ten (10) guards to subdue him. A Class D Personnel, D-5534, has referenced the Je████ Ho███████ which angered SCP-4084. D-5534, three guards and two researchers were killed in the subsequent containment breach.

Addendum 4084-03: The journal confiscated from SCP-4084 is illegible due to sloppy writing and age wear. However, there are five pages that were still readable and compiled into one page for the benefit of this research. (See Journal Entry 4084-01)

Addendum 4084-04: This is the serial tag found on SCP-4084

Unit #: 00294-2149 Mk. 5
Role: Hykanatoi
Conduit: Tower 2332-53
Serial Number: 001123-3233-22

Journal Entry 4084-01:

The following is found on SCP-4084's journal.

In the land of the forgotten old,
where the skies are as dark as midnight,
and the air as bright as flames,
there is a kingdom of gears and steam and levers,
ruled by a Monarch of the flesh,
whose mind remains untouched,
and decisions all flawed from word to word.

The year is 1854,
by then, the kingdom of gears and steam and levers,
has evolved to an empire supported by fifteen provinces.
Each subjects under conquest,
are required not to think.
No thought, no rebellion.
For all the damned good king wants was an empire,
of obedience and control.
Not of doubt and chaos.

In this year, there is only war,
every other year is always the same exact year.
Forever and ever, stuck in that year of battle, of steam and of blood.
The kingdom, which is now the empire of gears and steam and levers,
is supported by a never ending conflict.
Each pillar of the castle is built with skulls and each soil is covered with blood.
All subjects are called to serve.
Three caste, all humans, no souls.
Nobles, Warriors and Slaves.

Our ways of living is sustained by the sacrifices of the Slaves.
Their souls live in our machines and devices.
This is the decree of our Emperor;
The lives of a million is worth more than the lives of a few hundreds,
for we only depends on our technology as a means to our living.

Our Emperor is like a Father,
a noble teacher with an all-seeing eye.
He taught us that to think is to defy,
to talk is to rebel,
and to upgrade is to blaspheme.

It was night of September of 1854,
the skies remained unchanged no matter the time,
we charged, slay and shoot,
we are in a frenzy, I am not in control.
I know not who our enemy was, never have been, never had known.
The last blood is shed and everything is silence,
Then all of a sudden, a bright flash of light appeared.
It burns like the fires of a thousand suns,
devouring everything in each path.
Then like a child waking up from a nightmare,
I know instantly that whatever,
Is in control of my fate,
has faded from the dimension of unseen reality.
I have slipped free, and now I'm, in control.

It was night of September of 1854,
the skies remained unchanged no matter the time,
I stood in millions of corpses,
the traitorous flesh and my mechanical brethren,
all share the same grave or blood stained rubble and stones.
Ahead, I see what looks like a tear of fabric,
I believe it is what separates,
from the world of you and I.
I walk with curiosity in my heart, entered and faded.

There I came to be, your prisoner from the nightmare of 1854.
You saved me from an inescapable nightmare,
I am in debt to all of you,

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-253 is constructed for the containment of SCP-XXXX. Mobile Task Force Gamma-88 (“Mall Cops”) is assigned for the security of Provisional Site-253 and to assist in the neutralization of SCP-XXXX instances should they attempt to breach containment. Under the guise of local law enforcement, the vicinity around Provisional Site-253 is to be patrolled by members of MTF Gamma-88. Warning signs and fence links are established to discourage non authorized personnel from intruding. MTF Gamma-88 is to stop any civilians who have inadvertently excursed close enough to Provisional-253 where SCP-XXXX is contained. Under no circumstances any individuals are allowed inside of SCP-XXXX without proper clearance from any Level 3 Security Personnel or higher.

For the exploration and the neutralization of SCP-XXXX instances inside of SCP-XXXX should they affect the external environment outside of SCP-XXXX, MTF Omega-55 (“Who Let The Dogs Out?”) are to be deployed to handle the termination and possibly, containment should the SCP-XXXX instances managed to breach containment or leave SCP-XXXX.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a designation given to an extranormal dimension located on the top of Mount Himalayas. It appears to be a circular wormhole approximately 1.73 cm in height and 1.23 diameters in length with a purple coloration in the rim of the portal and radiates golden yellow light in the center. It was inhabited by instances designated as SCP-XXXX-A through -E. Remote observation reports that instances of SCP-XXXX-A through –E were occasionally seen appearing from the dimension before entering inside after three minutes of idle.

SCP-XXXX-A through –E instances shared the same origins as the other. Each instance appears to be constructed out of cardboard materials and shows sentience. This was observed when an instance responds to auditory and visual stimuli. However; containment of the instances were met with failure due to the hostility it shows against Foundation personnel.

SCP-XXXX-A is a designation given to an entity that inhabits within SCP-XXXX. It was the only SCP-XXXX instance that was observed to be outside of SCP-XXXX. It was a small rectangular entity with what appears to be a cardboard core protruding out of its midsection (henceforth designated as SCP-XXXX-A-1). When threatened, SCP-XXXX-A-1 will aim itself at a perceive threat. A glowing streak of light will launch from SCP-XXXX-A-1 and will terminate the threat in question.

SCP-XXXX-B is a humanoid entity with a rectangular body that lacks any proper head and has long limbs that also appears to be constructed from cardboard cores. The limbs terminated to an enlarged boulder sized fist that appears to be paper mache in appearance but weighs 300 kilograms. It is first seen inside of SCP-XXXX when MTF Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) was dispatched for exploration purposes. It utilizes its fists to maim and terminate any targets in its direction before emitting a loud roar from its body.

SCP-XXXX-C is a quadruped entity covered in hard construction paper that acts as its outer skin for the protection of its inner skin. Spikes made out of cardboard are notably observed on the spinal area of SCP-XXXX-C and acts as its defense and attack mechanism against a threat. SCP-XXXX-C behaves similar to that of the Canine Lupus Familiaris or common household dogs and were utilized as attack hounds by the instances of SCP-XXXX instances.

SCP-XXXX-D is a humanoid entity similar in appearance to SCP-XXXX-B albeit its hands were replaced by rectangular cardboard cores that were observed to launch projectiles at its target. The projectile (hereafter designated as SCP-XXXX-D-1) detonates two seconds after being fired.

SCP-XXXX-E is an identical humanoid entity similar to SCP-XXXX-D and SCP-XXXX-B but possesses no ‘weapons’ found on SCP-XXXX-D and SCP-XXXX-B. They have not shown any hostility to Foundation personnel. However; they are observed to flee from them while emitting a loud noise as if it was calling for any nearby SCP-XXXX instance for help.

Exploration Log:

Initial Exploration Vide Log Transcript
Date: 09/12/1990
Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”)
Subject: SCP-XXXX
Team Lead: Zeta Lead
Team Members: Zeta-1, Zeta-2, Zeta-3, Zeta-4


[BEGIN LOG]

SiteCommand: Commlink online.

Zeta Lead: Affirmative. SiteComm, do you hear us?

SiteCommand: Loud and clear, Zeta Lead. Proceed to the anomaly.

(Zeta Team enters SCP-XXXX. Visual feed shows large mountains, white clouds and cyan sky with no visible sun.)

Zeta Lead: Do you see this, SiteComm?

SiteCommand: Yes, Zeta Lead. Continue.

(Zeta Team descends what appears to be a mountain covered in a powder-like material. Thermal scans shows that the temperature of the material is below -50 degree Celsius.)

(The next three minutes shows Zeta Team walking across a semi transparent green river. Video feed detected sparkling lights in the water. The next two minutes shows a set of trees that were seemingly made out of hard plastic, inhabited by small insectoid species. Zeta Team is not aware of the insectoid’s presence and continued to cross the river.)

Zeta Lead: SiteComm, did you hear that?

(Zeta Team froze in place and drew their standard issued sidearm. Zeta Lead inquired one more time but no sound is picked up in the video feed.)

SiteCommand: Describe what you hear, Zeta Lead.

SiteCommand: Proceed with caution.

(Zeta Team continued for another five minutes. At this point, the sound was picked up by the video feed. A humanoid entity later designated as SCP-XXXX-C appears in the frame, launching itself towards the members of Zeta Team.)

(Loud incoherent screams were heard followed by a few expletive curses that were redacted at the time of writing. A fight between SCP-XXXX-C and the members of Zeta Team occurred. SCP-XXXX-B instance was eventually terminated. No casualties were reported in the occurred fight.)

SiteCommand: Zeta Team, report!

Zeta Team: Anyone okay? (Loud whispers covered in static is heard) We’re fine, SiteComm.

SiteCommand: Extract any samples for analysis.

Zeta Team: Affirmative.

(Zeta Lead, Zeta-3 and Zeta-4 bent beside a deceased SCP-XXXX-C instance. Its body took up the entire frame of the video feed. Bright red fluid is visible from its wound and its organs that were observed to be made out of paper still pulses.)

Zeta Team: Samples obtained. We’re moving out. Let’s go, team.

(The following thirty minutes consists of Zeta Team walking across the forest of plastic trees with no incidents. They eventually reached a clearing where a large wall was built.)

Zeta Team: No Zeta-1, we cannot just punch through that wall. Who knows what danger awaits us in the other side of it.

SiteCommand: Report.

Zeta Team: We found a large wall, SiteComm, which looks like it was…(Zeta Lead approaches the wall and removed his glove to touch it.)…made from cardboard.

SiteCommand: Continue.

(At this point, instances that were later designated as SCP-XXXX-A floats into view. It was hovering above the large wall with SCP-XXXX-A-1 aimed at the team.)

(A battle suddenly broke out. SCP-XXXX-A was eventually terminated but another instance replaced it. Two more appeared to aid the other instance until a dozen came into view.)

Zeta Lead: (Gunfire) SiteComm, we are pinned! We are requesting extraction, over!

(Loud chatter can be heard in the background of SiteCommand as the Head Researcher discusses with possible extraction options with the Mobile Task Force Commander.)

SiteComm: We are sending an Extraction Team to your location. Retreat back to the entry point, over.

Zeta Lead: (Heavy breathing) Thank God! Affirmative! We are retreating now.

(Another thirty minutes passed, the Zeta Team is running back from the forest while pursued by instances of SCP-XXXX-A.)

Zeta Lead: I see the mountain! Zeta-2, oh shit! No!

(The body of Zeta-2 perforated with holes appeared into the frame. Sheaf of papers can be seen growing out of Zeta-2’s wounds.)

Zeta Lead: Dammit, we lost her! SiteComm, do you read me? Where is the Extraction Team?

SiteComm: They see you now, keep ascending.

(At this point, Zeta Team successfully reached the entry point. Members of the Extraction Team appeared in the frame, firing at instances of SCP-XXXX-A before finally retreating inside.)

[END LOG]

Incident Report XXXX-1: Instances of SCP-XXXX-A appeared from SCP-XXXX in swarms that consist of at least dozen. Mobile Task Force Gamma-88 (“Mall Cops”) relieved Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) from their duty. Due to the expertise in the subject matter, Mobile Task Force Omega-55 (“Who Let The Dogs Out?”) are deployed for the termination of SCP-XXXX instances as well as exploration of SCP-XXXX

The night was young. The city was bright with neon lights attached on storefronts, bright lampposts and moving vehicles. The winter was coming and the people were busy fiddling with their phones or talking to one another about who has the most beautiful Christmas decoration. As usual, this was just another normal night.

Unbeknownst to them, a firefight was taking place between the operatives of Mobile Task Force Omega-20 and a cadre from Chaos Insurgency in the abandoned part of the city. Armed with a rifle loaded with psychic deterrent bullets, Jason Wilde of the Insurgency successfully killed his third WOLF operative.

Under his command, his subordinates were succeeding in taking down their psychic enemies. All that was left were LANCEs, who solely rely to the WOLFs for assistance.

He brandished the blade entrusted to him by a Delta operative and swung at the direction of an Agent. A black hole appeared and, like a hungry maw, swallowed the Agent whole. He grinned widely as he took cover. When the firing stops, he swings again. Another Agent was trapped in a black wormhole.

The blade works perfectly fine. The night will be long, however.


TO: Colonel Cole Jackson, Sigma-18 Commander
FROM: Dr. Alice Robertson
Re: Nitro-Amphetamine 2.0

Good day, Commander

Your request for the development of the combat stimulant that Mobile Task Force Sigma-18, codenamed, "Blackened Shards", has been completed and will be issued three weeks from now. The upgraded version of Nitro-Amphetamine has addressed the issues that your operatives suffers from. The following issues addressed were listed below:

Post-Mission Detoxification: The formulation of the combat drug were modified by removing the excessive chemical and toxic compounds to reduce the frequency of the Detoxification process that your operatives needed to undergo every post missions.

Enhanced Performance: While the previous iteration of the drug has already enhanced the user's performance on the field, the current version of Nitro-Amphetamine further increases this by granting other advantageous effects to the users such as enabling them to see in the dark or allowing them to locate sources of sounds in low volume.

Speed Improvement: The current version of the Nitro-Amphetamine further enhanced the user's athletic performance on the field, making way for a possibility of lessened operative casualty in every operations.

If you have any further questions, please reply back and notify me.

-Dr. Alice Robertson


The sound of the Dancefloor's music can be heard as the lift slowly ascended. The veteran Agent Richard Madrigal glanced behind him to see his four-man rookie squad, excited and nervous. They were visibly shaking; a common thing that rookies usually experience when the drug were introduced to their systems for the first time.

They were issued with the newest version of the Nitro-Amphetamine. The other team they are about to face against with in this combat exercise were comprised of veterans issued with the old Nitro-Amp 1.0.

The purpose of the exercise is to compare the effectivity of the new Nitro-Amp and its old incarnation.

"Listen up, men." Madrigal commanded. "Our primary objective is to retrieve Blue Team's flag while protecting our own. The Dancefloor will be loud and crowded, I hope you get used to it. That is how the actual battlefield is like." He turned to face the front and issued another order. "Activate your RUSH and DUBSTEP."

As the doors of lift parted, it revealed a large room reminiscent of an interior of a warehouse. The floor and walls were lit up in psychedelic colors coming from neon lights and the air was covered in a fog of the first version of the Nitro-Amphetamine. Crates and tables were scattered all over the warehouse, as well as spent bullet casings, emulating a battle zone.

"Alright, let's move out!" Madrigal ordered as he clutched his hyper paintball rifle tight and made for the nearest cover: a flipped table. He inhaled a lungful of Nitro-Amp 2.0 and immediately, he perceived the mock up battlefield into a garden filled with butterflies.

In his vision, his teammates appears to be humanoid caterpillars in strange exo suits, armed with laser rifles. He ignored them and aimed at the general direction of the enemies.

Madrigal moved around the table and advanced to enemy territory quickly. His heart was beating twice faster as the electro house music issued from his DUBSTEP filled his eardrums. He reached the end of a cargo container and immediately stopped when he heard footsteps.

He peeked at the corner and saw what looks to be an oversized shit emoji with an angry face. It was raising its "Like" rifle.

In reality, it was an operative from Blue Team, hearing his approach. The Agent opened fire; Madrigal stepped aside as the Like hand sped its way past him. The bullet was too slow for him, Madrigal thought. He fired back at the shit emoji and he disintegrated into dust.

The Blue Team operative raised his hand as he made his way out of the mock battlefield, letting Madrigal, who was unaware of his presence at the moment, to move past.

Madrigal climbed on the cargo container and crouched, using the shadows created by the cover to hide him. He watched the shit emojis and the caterpillar soldiers fight one another. The latter was winning, at this moment, something he was thankful for. He made a precision jump to the other container and landed. Nearby, he saw the flag on the top of its pole.

He dropped with a roll and moved quickly. He snatched the flag from its base and sprinted back to their territory, encountering a few shit emojis. He tried to remain hidden most of the time but those he cannot avoid, he shoots.

He let out a sigh of relief as soon as he placed the enemy's flag beside their flag.

Five men in tan and olive uniforms were watching from the obscured observatory window above the mock battlefield. They were satisfied with the conclusion of the combat exercise.


TO: Colonel Cole Jackson, Sigma-18 Commander
FROM: Dir. Lewis Graves, Site-98 Director
Re: Event Alpha Maitreya

Commander,

Upon seeing the results of the combat exercise two weeks ago, we are confident to put Sigma-18 into the field with their newly acquired asset. A small squad from Mobile Task Force Alpha-45, codenamed, "Pathfinders", were dispatched in the city of Queens to investigate an extranormal event, hereafter designated as Event Alpha Maitreya. Event Alpha Maitreya was related to the recent disappearance of the entire population of the city. News media outlets were fed with false information and the non-Foundation personnel involved with the case were administered with Amnesiacs.

The investigation led to a small cadre from Chaos Insurgency that possessed an anomalous artifact with a possibility that they are behind the disappearance.

Sigma-18 is to be deployed at your discretion for the termination of the Insurgents and the retrieval of the anomalous artifact.

Have a nice day.
-Dir. Lewis Graves


"Listen up," Agent Richard Madrigal spoke, half turning to address his men behind him. "Our Mobile Task Force was assigned to retrieve an item under the possession of the Insurgency." Madrigal paused as the readouts in his visor scrolled across his vision. He raised his hand to activate both the RUSH inhaler and the DUBSTEP earpiece. Upon inhalation of the Nitro-Amphetamine, his heart palpitated and his perception started to alter.

"Anyway, as I was saying," Madrigal, from a minute of silence, continued. "The item is a 12 inch cleaver capable of opening up extradimensional wormholes when swung." He paused as the ramp of the Troop Carrier slowly opened to reveal an urban landscape. "Our mission is to retrieve it from them. Moles inside the Chaos Insurgency have reported that they are about to use it as a weapon in a hit somewhere in Lisieux." He turned to the building below them which, in his vision, a giant block of chocolate. "Godspeed." He jumped on the rooftop and rolled.

He hefted his silenced MP5 submachine gun and glanced behind to see his three-man team jump down from the carrier above. The carrier was modified to suppress any noise that its rotary blades and engines might produce. Madrigal sprinted across the rooftop and jumped to another rooftop filled with moving cactuses.

Madrigal focused on the view ahead. It was night and the moon was smiling at him. He and his team were relying solely on the light of the cheerful moon. The grey buildings were uninhabited, save for a few moving cactuses that seemingly eating the building to rubbles and dust.

Down below, he could see red sapient humanoid liquids seeping out of the crack across the pavement, trying to break into the scattered abandoned vehicles. Aside from the product of his drug-induced hallucinations, not a single life could be found in this abandoned city.

He jumped and rolled on rooftops before he stopped at the seventh building when the motion sensor readout on his visor chimed to announce that their objective is nearby. He glanced from left to right before moving to the ledge and made a turnover vault, entering a floor through an open window.

"Stay alert," Madrigal instructed as he activated the infrared flashlight of his weapon. The hallway was dark but in his vision, it was bright as a day. "I detect Insurgents on the floor below us."

The hallway was crowded with friendly Casper ghosts. Some of them, were accompanied by the miniature sized of Marshmallow Men cheerfully waving at him. Madrigal ignored all of these.

The team arrived from the rooftop and dropped behind Madrigal. Once everyone is present, Agent Lawrence tapped Madrigal's right shoulder, telling him non-verbally that they are ready to go.

Without word, they descended a spiral case, towards the second floor where they saw three sleeping Insurgent guards. Madrigal and his team knew what to do. They spread out and put bullets on the Insurgent's head each.

After that, Madrigal swept the floor; it was a hall, same as the first. A door can be seen on the end of it. They moved towards the door with an increased pace, ignoring the product of their hyperactive imaginations. Madrigal opened it up and they were greeted with a sight of another spiral staircase which they have descended as well.

Arriving at a catwalk overlooking the first floor below, Madrigal saw lights. He spotted twelve Insurgents guarding a sheathed blade inside a rectangular glass. Around them were empty wooden crates.

Madrigal issued orders with hand gestures. Agents Lawrence, Ferguson and Kaplan complied and spread around the catwalk while Madrigal remained in place.

They counted mentally from ten to one. When the time is ripe, Madrigal vaulted over the catwalk and landed on the back of an Insurgent. He pulled his knife and drilled it on the man's jugular repeatedly with a hand muffling his target.

He heard muffled screams from his team's intercom radios.

Four down, eight to go. Madrigal muttered under his breath as he pulled the corpse he made and rested it against the crates behind him. He was lucky that the Insurgent happened to stand behind crates, making it easier for him to hide the body.

He peeked over and spotted a lone Insurgent standing on a corner. He raised aim and fired. The suppressed MP5 fell the man down. He moved across the floor and rolled to another crate. He heard corpses falling silently in the team's radio.

"How long do we have to stand guard?" An Insurgent asked his colleague as Madrigal shot another one with a silenced Berretta.

"Well, as long as the higher ups told us too." His colleague replied as Lawrence grabbed an Insurgent from behind and slit his throat. "I heard the ops in Lisieux would be a dangerous one."

"How so?" The Insurgent asked as Kaplan fired upon his target with his suppressed MP5. The man, before slumping to the ground, was caught by Kaplan, who gently laid the body on the ground and then pulled him out of sight.

"Well for one, a big fish from Alexylvia University would be closely guarded by God-knows-what. Secondly, I'm pretty sure the GOC pigs are watching it too." The colleague replied as Ferguson terminated the third to the last Insurgent guard by sneaking up on him and breaking his neck. "They wouldn't wanna miss it out."

"Miss out what? It's just a bloody conference, what's so special about it?"

"Hands where we can see them." Madrigal ordered as they stepped out of a crate. His voice was mechanical outside of his suit.

"Oh shit." The Insurgent yelled. Without thinking, he and his colleague raised their weapons to fire but Madrigal and his team were currently intoxicated in pure adrenaline. In a split second, the Insurgents fell to the ground with perforated bodies.

Agent Lawrence removed the lid of the panoflex glass while Madrigal aimed at the corners where other enemies might possibly be hiding. Meanwhile, Ferguson unwrapped his Anti Anomalous cloth and wrapped it around the blade of the sword.

"We're good." Ferguson said.

"Alright, let's move out." Madrigal ordered.

They climbed back the way they came in and found the carrier waiting for them on the rooftop. They left in an instant, leaving no trace of their visit like ghosts.

The drubken tab box. Im gonna write here while im drunk

The formation of Mobile Task Force Lambda-67, codenamed "The MVPs", were requested for the following operations:

The retrieval of anomalous item 1 and the detainment of POI-7727, and the cleanup of Anomalous Site-56, the focal point of the effect of anomalous item 1. The following equipment will be issued to Lambda-67:

• Disc Rifle - Loaded with explosive discs capable of obliterating a small vehicle.

Did I ever wrote this?

Hukbong Sandatahan Pangkatihan - Philippine Marine Corps Anomalous Warfare Battalion