Dr Vermilion Masonic

“Congratulations on becoming on of us, Brother!” John slapped agent Baker hard on the back. “Another round for the new Master Mason!” Baker laughed nervously “actually John I’ve been meaning to ask you… how do you get access to…” Baker trailed off, feeling somewhat embarrassed despite himself, unsure if he should even be aware of what he was about to ask never mind privy to the answer.

“Go on lad we’re all brothers here. I’ll tell you if I can, if not you’ll have to find out for yourself with time, as we all have.” John smiled a welcoming smile “the only stupid question is the one you don’t ask” piped up Henry, a somewhat stern older brother. A few of the others muttered in agreement. “Well I was wondering about the impossible temple, the one open to all the worlds Lodges; the one on the ship, made of stone…” for once the bar fell silent. For what felt like a good half century nothing moved, nobody breathed even the clock failed to tick.

“How do you know about that?” A voiced hissed in his ear. “I… uh…” he fumbled and cursed his himself. He, an agent of the Foundation, unable to answer a simple question. “The internet” he mumbled. “Is that right?” a gravelly whisper that reverberated around his skull. The once jolly faces seemed to be eyeing him with suspicious contempt now. “Of course… I saw it on… Wikipedia” he cursed himself. How was he so completely unable to regain his composure and think rationally? “Tell me son” John set his pint down and stared intently at the young man. There was a new harsher edge to his voice that had been absent not five minutes previous. “Why are you really here?”

His heart skipped a beat as he gazed up at the multitude of faces grimacing at him from around the room. This was beginning to feel less like a celebration and more of a criminal trial. “I’m a field agent with the SCP Foundation. My mission is to infiltrate the United Grand Lodge of England and gather intelligence concerning the impossible temple.” he heard the words leaving his own mouth in complete disbelief. What was that? “Of course you are. I should have realised! I must be slipping in my old age!” John beamed at him. “Oh, really. Is that all? Should have said, you people are ten a penny here” Breton huffed, followed by the customary murmuring. “you’re not the first lad and you certainly won’t be the last” Samuel, impossibility ancient with a glint in his eye, cut in with a wink and a wag of the finger.

“If you absolutely must know I’ll show you” piped up another voice. The room fell silent once more and time froze once again. “Are you sure about this? He isn’t-“ a raised hand cut the man off mid sentence. “He is a brother. He deserves to know. Yes, he may initially have joined our Order with the intention of betrayal for personal gain. He is however, in a unique position. There are many damaging conspiracies about us, our Order, the impossible temple. This man here and his Foundation can help dispel those. We are not monsters, after all.”