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- Well, O'Fen, we will assign you a somewhat simple operation. - Dr. Rolland Solomon said, as Agent O'Fen entered the office.
- Yes, Dr. Rolland? - O'Fen asked sheepishly.
- At first, I wanted to assign you to a somewhat risky mission, but due to your recent incident with SCP-███ I preferred to assign you to this one. - He said, looking for something on his desk.
- But, doctor, the incident has not affected my mental or motor capacities. - O'Fen exclaimed, a little indignant.
- I know. That is precisely why I decided to send you to this operation. I plan to take advantage of that incident. - Dr. Rolland replied.
- Really? - Agent O'Fen inquired, obviously intrigued. - What is it about?
- You see… Here are some coordinates. They are from a seemingly abandoned base that belonged to members of the Society of Forgotten Musicians. We need you to go and collect all the information you can. As SCP-███ has modified your appearance, it is literally impossible for them to trace any relationship to you and the Foundation. - Dr. Rolland said, as he handed O'Fen an envelope.
The door to Dr. Rolland's office slowly opened.
- Doctor? - Agent Andrey Stidav carefully peered out.
- Andrey! What do you tell me? - exclaimed Rolland.
I am informed that Agent O'Fen has returned from Operation Thinker Taylor and wishes to speak with you. - Stidav said, as he left.
- Oh! Tell him to come in. - Dr. Rolland said, showing a bit excited.
Agent O'Fen came in and tossed the envelope on Dr. Rolland's desk.
- Here you are. - O'Fen said.
- Is something wrong, O'Fen? - Rolland asked, as he took the envelope.
- Eh? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not well. Just in a bit of a rush. I was already urged to return to the Foundation facilities. My stay was horrible, but luckily it all ended. - O'Fen said, taking a seat. He really looked exhausted, but Dr. Rolland didn't seem to mind too much.
- Hm, you will tell me about the development of the operation later. Would you do me the honor? - Rolland asked as he handed the envelope to O'Fen.
- Don't be a clown and open it, that's why I gave it to you. - O'Fen said, releasing a discreet laugh.
- As you wish. - Rolland declared, as he tore the envelope and extracted a photograph.
Picture I: Concert.
- A band? What does it say here, O'Fen? - Interpelled Rolland.
- He says "That concert was beautiful! I hope I can do more things like this! Signed, Natalia". Or so, I think. - O'Fen said. - Probably SCP-6125-02, Doctor.
- I see. - Rolland said, a little thoughtful.
Picture II: Armament. Unreadable.
- And that? Do you think it is anomalous weaponry? - Inquired Rolland, with evident curiosity.
- I honestly have no idea. It appears they were from a woman named Lily F. Mayo. - O'Fen answered. - In addition, something is mentioned about a museum where these articles are exhibited.
- But what is here? A camera, a razor, a gun… Is that a Geiger Counter? - exclaimed Rolland, with evident interest.
- That's right, Doctor. - O'Fen answered, with some reluctance.
- Damn! Did you see the ghastly spelling of the doodles above? By God, what a horror - Rolland laughed, and with good reason. - Anyway, let's see what else you found.
Picture III: Fumigators.
- I don't know what that photo is, if I'm honest; I found it by chance hidden to the bottom of a drawer, and I have no idea who they are or what they are doing. - O'Fen said, carefully observing the photograph.
- Do you think they are members of a group of Fumigators? - Rolland suggested.
- Hmmm. It can be, although I don't think so. I mean, because they have gas masks doesn't mean they're from that division.
- Alright then. - Rolland put the photo aside and took another from the envelope.
Picture IV: Prohibited Area. Reads "DO NOT ENTER".
- What the hell is this? - Rolland raised his eyebrow. - Why would they put a warning like that? What did they keep there? Was it something dangerous? Perhaps it was something of great material value?
- That's what I'd like to know, doctor. - O'Fen was as confused as Rolland.
They both sat reviewing the photo in silence for a while longer. It really didn't make much sense. The metal shutter was in a space surrounded by sheet, and it was not exactly a resistant material. Also, the ceiling appeared to be made of wood, and it had several holes. It didn't matter if it was an anomaly or some very valuable item, it just wasn't logical. Also, the explicit warning not to cross was too conspicuous, and there were no personnel nearby. It was all really confusing.
Rolland decided to put the photograph aside to analyze it in detail later and take another.
