Addendum 2-B: Interview Log
[Debriefing between Agent McBride and project supervisor Dr. Yuko Durand]
Durand: Thank you for taking the time, Agent. I realize you’re very busy. I will endeavor to make this brief.
McBride: It's doc. Part of the job, isn’t it. I’ll have a full report to you in the next three days assuming I don’t have to go to [REDACTED] again.
Durand: I understand. I just wanted to debrief while this was all still fresh. You were the agent contacted by members of the Horizon Initiative?
McBride: I am. Part of my profile involves keeping in good standing with significant members of the Abrahamic faiths and especially various splinter sects among Catholothism. I’m a Holy Ghost as much as a spook.
[McBride laughs and smiles theatrically.]
Durand: I don’t understand that reference. Regardless, what specifically had you been told by your associates?
[McBride clears his throat, his smile drops and he puts on a more serious expression.]
McBride: I see. Well. I don’t have the dates in front of me, they’re in my notes. About three months back I was contacted by Father Finley about Patty.
Durand: SCP-XXXX-1.
McBride: Right. Patty. They’d been contacted when Patty had an episode at a Catholic hospital not long before contacting me. It seemed Patty had been visiting with her dying mother in hospice at the hospital. She and her mother were in prayer when the mother passed and as the hospital staff described it, “she exploded with blood from all her skin like some kind of blood fountain.”
Durand: This is related to certain Christian iconography?
McBride: Uh. Yeah. You could say that I guess. Father Finley was called personally to the site and began prodecdures to determine if she fit their standards of classification.
Durand: [sounding annoyed] Before providing her medical treatment?
McBride: It’s the Church. I think the hospital staff cleaned her up and got her in a bed after her episode, if that’s what you mean. According to Finley she still appeared in great distress. Her skin was red and puffy and she was seriously lethargic.
Durand: …they didn’t even rule out infection disease? What if it had been ebola.
McBride: Then we wouldn’t be having this conversation, I guess. Do you want me to finish the story?
Durand: Yes, of course. Go on. Excuse the curiosity.
McBride: That’s your job, doc. Mine is to get the facts. Father Finley goes to the scene and starts his test. But it doesn’t get far before she’s disqualified from candidacy.
Durand: Oh? I’m unfamiliar with the testing procedure.
McBride: Well, first they ask if you believe in God and all that stuff. Patty said no. She then proceeded to tell the good Father in no uncertain terms that if there WAS a loving God in heaven with a plan for her, he was a real piece of shit and he could fuck off. I’m paraphrasing.
[Durand sits back from the interview table until McBride smiles and she eases her posture.]
Durand: Did they think her aggression toward religion was the cause of her episode?
McBride: They didn’t worry about it. She wasn’t a stigmatic if she wasn’t religious, so they left. The Father did call me right away, which is as close to due diligence as you can expect in these situations. I dropped what I was doing because, like you, I was so fucking sure this was some awful blood disease, not the opposite.
Durand: Well? What precautions did you take? What did you do?
McBride: Precautions. That’s cute. I tried to request a retrieval team but I guess the local teams were tied up with… Well. You don’t have clerance for that, so let’s pretend I didn’t say anything.
[He smiles again. The doctor’s expression does not change.]
McBride: Anyway. I went myself with a strongly worded text message to my bosses about intel doing pick-ups. When I got to the hospital about three days had elapsed since the Church abandoned Patty to the hospital staff. They’d been spooked by the whole thing and she was basically left alone in a room because no one wanted to interact with her. Her room was a fucking mess. There was blood everywhere, covering her un-eaten food, the walls, even the TV. I expected I’d find her dead, but, no such luck. She rolled over to face me with a groan. Then she…
Durand: …Had another episode.
McBride: Yeah. I’ve seen some painful shit, doc, happen to other people of course, but that had to be in the top five. Top three that didn’t involve clowns. I get covered in blood. She didn’t explode, not really, but I could see the comparison as reasonable hyperbole. It pressed through her skin, out of her eyes, her ears and nose. She was gagging on it.
Durand: If it wasn’t explosive, how did you get covered in it from across the room? Did she attack you?
[McBride looks briefly embarrassed.]
McBride: Uh. No. I failed to practice appropriate quarantine protocol. She was choking. I went to her bed and rolled her on to her side so she wouldn’t choke to dead on her own blood. Seemed like a lousy way to go.
Durand: You got lucky it wasn’t infectious.
[McBride shrugs and doesn’t say anything.]
Durand: How long did the episode last?
McBride: Not long. She oozed and gagged for a while and I tried to keep her from choking. Couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes. When she settled down, she passed out.
Durand: And you contacted me at that point? From the hospital room?
McBride: Hey, its my job to know who the hotshots are in any given region, and I knew you’d worked with a lot of pathogens and diseases. You’ve got a rep, at least in intelligence. Congrats.
Durand: I see. While we sent over a special medical team for containment and study, did SCP-XXXX-1 say or do anything else?
McBride: Uh. She. She cried a lot. I can’t say I blame her. She apologized a lot too, for getting all over me. She was worried she had some disease and she’d killed everyone in the hospital just by being there. She said it would be just her luck.
Durand: Did she elaborate on that?
McBride: I prodded a little. Apparently every member of her immediate family, from mom and dad to three siblings and a long lost grandmother have died in the last ten years to leukemia. Hell of a thing. She’d been avoiding doctors like the plague because she wasn’t ready for her diagnosis, even though she figured it was coming. Is that what it is, doc? Super leukemia? Is she gonna die like that?
[Durand doesn’t answer immediately.]
Durand: There is no such thing as super leukemia, and if there was you wouldn’t have the clearance to know about it. But no. She doesn’t have any kind of leukemia. She’s likely to live a long healthy life in Foundation custody. If that eases your conscience.
[Further extraneous transcription omitted.]
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