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SCP-XXXX: Into the Maelstrom
Author: Navimaster
Special Thanks To:
Savanac
Draft Critters:
Captain Cold
deathbygin
Quadraginta
AnEndlessUsername
Sonderance
Concept Critters:
Apoplexic
Quadraginta.
Cyvstvi13
- The image of the town is an actual photo of Silverthorne, CO.
- The image used for the foggy road is not. It is actually called tule fog and takes place in the San Joaquin Valley and Sacramento Valley areas of California. It is an actual weather phenomenon.
- There is an old radar station in Northern Ontario that was decommissioned a while back. I used it as the location for Site-287.
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Silverthorne, CO.
Dillon dam road during an anomalous event, Photograph taken by Agent Miller, circa 2016.
Special Containment Procedures
Meteorological teams stationed at Site-287 are to monitor Dillon Dam Road biannually for any drastic changes in precipitation or fog formation.
Upon detection of a Grey Sky level event, MTF Epsilon-8 ("Mist Watchers") is to be dispatched to reroute traffic away from the area under the pretense of unfinished construction work. Additional field agents will block access to the road disguised as highway patrol officers until the anomaly has fully dissipated. Any entities seen emerging from SCP-XXXX during this time are to be taken into Foundation custody.
As of 09/12/2016, all personnel are restricted from entering the anomaly unless authorized by O5 command. Trespassers will be reprimanded.
Description
SCP-XXXX is an anomalous weather phenomenon that occurs near the town of Silverthorne, Colorado in an area adjacent to Lake Dillon1 known as Dillon Dam Road. SCP-XXXX appears as dense fog or haze covering roughly 2 kilometers of the road. During the spring, the anomaly forms as frontal fog from hot air and rain. In the autumn, the anomaly manifests as steam fog over the surface of the lake. During each manifestation, the fog was observed moving from the lake to the road before settling.
SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties become apparent when traversing through the fog. Regardless of when individuals enter the anomaly, there is always an unknown source of daylight on the inside, as well as a temperate coniferous forest, and a paved road. Exploration of the inner layer has shown that the segment of the road covered by the anomaly exists in an entirely independent environment from the outside world. The biosphere within the anomaly has been dubbed "the hub" as it is presumed to exist primarily as a bridge between two different temporal coordinates.
In total, 443 residents have gone missing while driving through Dillon Dam Road in the past decade. Research has shown that all victims had been traveling when the area was experiencing heavy rainfall and the difference in air temperature and dew point2 was less than 2.5 °C. These conditions precede every manifestation recorded to date and have thus been given the designation of Grey Sky events.
It is currently believed that SCP-XXXX is able to bend spacetime on a large stretch of the road, acting as a temporal displacement field, allowing objects and people that enter it to travel to a point in time the anomaly once manifested there. Other than its temporal distortion capabilities, the fog itself does not appear to be anomalous and is composed mainly of condensed water droplets (such as any other fog). More research is required to determine whether or not its point of origin (the lake) is anomalous.
Site-287
Addendum XXXX.1: Site-287
Site-287 is located 40m away from the Dillon Dam Overlook area between I-70 and Dillon Dam Road.
Staff have been disguised as civilian weathermen stationed there by NOAA3 under the guise of assisting local news stations in researching atmospheric and weather-related phenomena.
The installation is equipped with telemetering devices for collecting all relevant levels of meteorological data such as precipitation, temperature, and wind.
MTF Epsilon-8 is currently stationed at this facility in the likelihood that a Grey Sky level event is detected.
The perimeter is enclosed by a chain-link fence and patrolled by armed guards. Entry is only allowed to Level-3 personnel or higher via access keycard. As per Veil protocols, any trespassers are apprehended and given Class-B amnestics before being released.
Addendum XXXX.3: Discovery
On April 2, 2015, several witnesses on Dillon Dam Road reported seeing a creature with features like those of a pterosaur4 soaring out of a patch of fog and gliding over the nearby highway. The road was closed off and MTF Theta-9 ("Cheap Rolexes") was mobilized to the scene.
Video Log Transcript
Location: Dillon Dam Road near I-70
Date: 04/02/2015
Local time: 1:52pm
Task Force: Theta-9
Team Leader: Miller
Additional Team Members: Brooks, Williams, Richardson, and Carter
[BEGIN LOG]
[Extraneous conversations removed.]
9-1|Miller: Alright, this is the place.
9-2|Brooks: What exactly are we looking for?
9-3|Williams: Some kind of flying dinosaur.
9-5|Carter: A pteranodon.
9-3|Williams: Yeah, that.
9-1|Miller: Latest intel suggests it came out of that patch of fog over there and then returned after attacking some bystanders.
9-5|Carter: Mission brief said this thing was the size of a car.
9-2|Brooks: Jesus.
9-1|Miller: Richardson. Put out the bait. Rest of you, get your tranquilizers ready.
9-4|Richardson: Yes, sir.
[Richardson heads to the truck parked behind them. He comes back holding a freshly slaughtered lamb and sets it on the road.]
9-1|Miller: Alright, let's set up a perimeter.
[The MTF splits into separate groups.]
9-1|Miller: Big Brother, any sign of the target?
[Miller looks up. A Foundation helicopter hovers over the area.]
Big Brother: Agent Miller, we're detecting a bogey approaching your team's position. Radar shows it is currently 1 click southeast of you. Moving fast.
9-1|Miller: Understood.
9-4|Richardson: Here it comes.
9-2|Brooks: Alright, game faces on.
[The MTF ceases chatter. A loud shriek is picked up by the microphone. The agents look up. A winged creature is seen descending toward the road.]
9-1|Miller: Command, this is Miller. We've spotted the target.
Command: Understood. Proceed with containment, Theta-9.
9-1|Miller: Alright. You heard the lady. Williams, get the cobweb.
[Williams nods and takes out a net gun from the truck.]
[The pteranodon lands on the road. The agents approach it carefully but the animal begins flapping its wings.]
9-5|Carter: It's leaving!
9-2|Brooks: Shit!
[Williams fires the net gun. The creature hits the pavement, tangled in the net. As it struggles to get free, the agents successfully tranquilize it.]
9-3|Williams: Well, that went better than expected.
9-4|Richardson: We have the target, Command.
9-1|Miller: Okay. Let's get it in the truck.
9-2|Brooks: What about that? (points to the fog)
9-3|Williams: We're not here for that.
9-1|Miller: Correct.
[The agents carry the animal back to the car.]
9-2|Brooks: What is something like this doing in 21st century America?
9-4|Richardson: Temporal anomaly. If I had to guess, it probably flew into that fog and came out on our end.
9-3|Williams: Poor thing.
[Miller walks to the side of the road, noticing a black device with a lens on the pavement.]
9-1|Miller: Command, this is Miller. I've found what looks like a discarded Foundation body camera on the road. Do we have anyone else in the area beside us?
Command: Negative. Acquire the loose camera and hand it over upon return.
[Miller lifts the bodycam up and examines it.]
9-1|Miller: It looks like it's been through a lot. (pauses) I think it's still recording.
[Miller stares into the lens and gives a cocky grin before turning in the direction of the truck.]
[END LOG]
Closing Statement: The camera was successfully handed over to Foundation personnel and the specimen transported to Site-132 for examination.
A Foundation hazmat unit was then sent to analyze the composition of the fog. Their analysis did not find any traces of anomalous compounds or substances. The anomaly disappeared shortly after.
The lab results show SCP-XXXX is consistent with the makeup of a typical fog cloud. That is to say, it is mostly water. Any anomalous properties must emerge only after crossing the outermost layer. If we want to study this thing any further, then I suggest we do it from the inside. Further testing done out here will just be wasting our time.
— Martin Brewer, Scientific Department

Operation Tempest
On September 12, 2016, SCP-XXXX was once again detected over Dillon Dam Road and Site-287 staff began to report numerous anomalous activity in the surrounding area. Shortly after, Operation Tempest was approved by Assistant Director of Containment Dr. Benjamin Gable. At 1600 hours, MTF Theta-9 was instructed to enter the anomaly using standard-issue exploratory gear and assess the situation.
Access to these logs is restricted. Level 4 access is required.
Operation Tempest
Expedition Log: I
Location: Inside SCP-XXXX
Date: 09/12/2016
Local time: 4:39pm
Task Force: Theta-9
Team Leader: Miller
Additional Team Members: Brooks, Williams, Richardson, and Carter
[BEGIN LOG]
9-1|Miller: Alright, we're in. Comms check.
9-2|Brooks: 9-2. Check.
9-3|Williams: 9-3. Check.
9-4|Richardson: 9-4. Check.
9-5|Carter: 9-5. Check.
9-1|Miller: Alright. We're moving in. Proceeding ten more steps.
Command: Understood.
9-3|Williams: I can't see a god damn thing.
9-5|Carter: Yeah, visibility is really low, Command.
9-1|Miller: Stay close.
[The camera struggles to auto-adjust as the fog swirls around the team.]
9-4|Richardson: Atmospheric pressure is normal according to the barometer.
9-5|Carter: At least we don't have to wear pressure suits.
9-1|Miller: Hold on. Do you guys hear that?
[The sound of tires on gravel is picked up by the microphone. The camera pans and focuses on a 1957 Chevy Bel Air on the road.]
9-1|Miller: Command, we have a vehicle approaching.
Command: We've lost the live video feed, 9-1. Describe what you're seeing.
9-1|Miller: We're staring at a 50's era car approaching with two occupants.
Command: Understood. Attempt to stop the vehicle and apprehend them.
9-1|Miller: Williams, go try and talk to them.
9-3|Williams: Yes sir.
[Williams moves to intercept by standing in the vehicles' path. The car comes to a stop.]
9-3|Williams: Step out of the vehicle!
[Williams pulls out his sidearm and aims it at the windshield.]
9-3|Williams: Step out of the vehicle and raise your hands!
[As the rest of Theta-9 approaches, an elderly man and woman can be seen coming out of the car with their hands raised.]
Elderly man: What is the meaning of this? Who are you?
9-3|Williams: Command, we've got the occupants.
Elderly woman: Are we being arrested?
9-1|Miller: Just keep your hands up where we can see them.
Elderly man: Are you National Guard?
[Williams approaches the automobile and peeks into the driver-side window, rummaging through the inner compartments.]
Elderly man: Excuse me, those are our personal belongings.
9-3|Williams: Sir, look at this.
[Williams pulls out a newspaper from the car and hands it to Miller. The newspaper shows a published date of October 11th, 1956.]
9-2|Brooks: What does that mean?
9-1|Miller: Command, occupants appear to be time-displaced individuals from 1956. Please advise.
Elderly man: I beg your pardon?
Elderly woman: What are they saying, Frank?
Elderly man: I'm not sure.
9-5|Carter: Sir, ma'am, please remain calm. We're just conducting an investigation.
Elderly man: Well, we're going to be late for a wedding. So if you don't mind, we'd like to get going now. We haven't done anything wrong.
9-4|Richardson: Williams, you alright?
[The camera turns to Williams who is looking down at both of his hands. He starts to shake uncontrollably.]
9-1|Miller: Williams?
[Williams begins to evaporate as if his body were made of mist. The elderly couple and the vehicle begin to disappear in a similar fashion.]
9-2|Brooks: What the fuck!
9-1|Miller: Command, we've just lost Williams!
Command: Say again?
9-1|Miller: Williams, he just vanished!
Command: You're break— [radio static]
9-4|Richardson: Holy shit.
9-1|Miller: Command?
[Radio static]
9-1|Miller: Command. Do you copy?
[Radio static]
9-2|Brooks: What do we do, sir?
9-1|Miller: Let's get out of here.
[The agents turn to exit the fog. They head in the direction they came in.]
[END LOG]
Operation Tempest
Expedition Log: II
Location: Inside SCP-XXXX
Date: Unknown
Local time: Unknown
Task Force: Theta-9
Team Leader: Miller
Additional Team Members: Brooks, Richardson, and Carter
[BEGIN LOG]
[The camera turns on. The MTF has been inside SCP-XXXX for more than an hour.]
9-2|Brooks: Feels like we've been going in circles.
9-5|Carter: Yeah. How far have we traveled?
9-4|Richardson: Not sure. 4 clicks?
9-5|Carter: Wait, really? That can't be right.
9-1|Miller: The fog wasn't this big on the outside. We should've seen the edge already.
9-4|Richardson: Not seeing anything on thermals.
9-2|Brooks: Yeah, infrared is a bust too.
9-1|Miller: Command, are you there?
[Radio static]
9-1|Miller: No luck.
9-4|Richardson: Maybe radio waves can't penetrate this deep inside the fog.
9-1|Miller: Yeah, maybe.
9-5|Carter: So what's the plan?
9-1|Miller: Let's keep following the road.
[The camera is turned off.]
1 hour, 49 minutes is left unrecorded
[The camera is turned on.]
9-2|Brooks: Anyone wondering why they didn't send D-class in first?
9-5|Carter: Good question.
[The camera pans to show indiscernible figures moving in the forest at the edge of the road.]
9-5|Carter: Uh, sir?
[A group of disheveled men with spears emerge out of the woods, covered in body paint.]
9-1|Miller: Hold.
[The agents raise their weapons.]
9-1|Miller: Let's back up.
[One of the naked men moves closer with visible apprehension and starts making hissing sounds. More naked individuals come out of the forest.]
9-5|Carter: The hell?
[The agents walk away slowly. The disheveled men raise their spears and begin charging them.]
9-2|Brooks: Oh shit.
[The microphone is overwhelmed by the sound of gunfire. The tribe throw their spears at the agents before being gunned down.]
9-4|Richardson: Ah fuck!
[Richardson falls to the ground with one of the spears impaled through his left shoulder.]
9-2|Brooks: Richardson is hit!
[Theta-9 ceases fire.]
9-5|Carter: Shit.
9-1|Miller: Move him! Let's take him into the woods.
[The agents leave the road and head toward the forest. Brooks and Carter hold Richardson up and help him walk to the treeline while Miller stays in front, scanning the area.]
9-5|Carter: They looked primitive.
9-4|Richardson: (groans)
9-2|Brooks: Hold on Richardson.
9-1|Miller: I think we're good here.
[The agents lay Richardson down behind a tree.]
9-1|Miller: Command, do you read?
[There's a short pause before a response comes through the radio.]
Command: Who is this?
9-1|Miller: Command, we're still inside the fog. We've had no luck finding a way out.
Command: This is a private frequency. Identify yourself.
9-1|Miller: James Miller. Designation: Sierra-two-seven. Mobile Task Force Theta-niner.
Command: (pauses) We have no one of that name or designation within our records.
9-1|Miller: What?
[Brooks removes the spear from Richardson's shoulder and begins tending to his wound.]
9-4|Richardson: Fuck!
9-2|Brooks: Sorry.
9-1|Miller: Is he going to be alright?
9-2|Brooks: I can stop the bleeding but he's going to need a suture.
9-1|Miller: Just do what you can.
9-2|Brooks: You're going to be okay, Richardson.
[A low, distant rumbling can be heard coming from the woods.]
9-5|Carter: Hey, you guys hear that?
[Out of the trees, a small herd of bulky, scaled creatures come out and stampede toward the group.]
9-1|Miller: Oh fuck. Get behind something!
[The agents quickly find cover behind some trees.]
[The herd passes through without paying any attention to the agents. In a matter of seconds, the stampede is gone.]
9-5|Carter: What the hell was that?
9-2|Brooks: More prehistoric crap.
9-5|Carter: Jesus christ.
Command: Agent Miller, are you there?
9-1|Miller: Yes, Command.
Command: What is your unit tasked with?
9-1|Miller: We are currently inside SCP-XXXX on an exploratory mission. We were sent in to assess the conditions inside. We believe the fog may be distorting time more wildly than anticipated as we've encountered several things from a number of different time periods.
Command: When exactly did you receive these orders?
9-1|Miller: We were deployed at approximately—
[Miller checks his wristwatch]
Command: Agent Miller, you're breaking— (radio static)
[A strange guttural sound can be heard coming from deep within the forest.]
9-1|Miller: Command?
[The ground trembles as something large approaches.]
9-2|Brooks: Sir, I think we should go. Something's coming.
9-5|Carter: Yeah, and it feels big.
[The trembling of the ground continues in spurts.]
9-1|Miller: Brooks, stay with Richardson.
9-2|Brooks: Yes, sir.
9-1|Miller: Carter, with me.
[There are distant horrified screams deep inside the woods.]
9-5|Carter: Jesus.
[Carter and Miller conceal themselves within the foliage of the local flora. Miller clicks his radio on twice.]
9-1|Miller: (radio) Stay alert.
[Another deep rumble, this time much closer. Leaves rustle and a snapping sound like twigs breaking can be heard.]
[The camera pans upward to see a large reptilian eye staring at Brooks.]
9-2|Brooks: Oh my god!
[A Tyrannosaurus rex emerges out of the trees and bites down on Brooks, lifting him off the ground.]
9-5|Carter: Holy shit!
[The sounds of gunfire and shouting can be heard over the microphone.]
[The camera jostles erratically as Miller runs.]
9-5|Carter: Sir! Look!
[The camera pans upward to see the T-Rex begin to evaporate. Within seconds, the massive creature is only mist.]
[Brooks' lower torso and legs fall to the ground.]
[END LOG]
Expedition Log: III
Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown
Local time: Unknown
Task Force: Theta-9
Team Leader: Miller
Additional Team Members: Carter, Richardson
[BEGIN LOG]
[The camera turns on.]
9-1|Miller: Carter.
9-5|Carter: Sir?
9-1|Miller: We need to warn the Foundation so that they don't keep sending teams in here.
9-5|Carter: How?
9-1|Miller: Do you still have the emergency flare gun?
9-5|Carter: Yeah, got it right here.
9-1|Miller: Use it. Code sigma.
[Carter unholsters an orange handgun from his backpack. He fires it upward. A single bright projectile shoots up, illuminating the area. The light starts blue but then turns purple.]
9-1|Miller: That should do it.
[Miller walks over to Richardson who is crouched next to the road, tending to his shoulder.]
9-1|Miller: How're we doing?
9-4|Richardson: It stings like a bitch, sir.
9-1|Miller: Can you walk?
[Richardson looks down at his uninjured legs and nods.]
9-4|Richardson: I'll manage.
9-1|Miller: Good.
[The camera pans to focus on the severed torso of Brooks on the ground. Miller walks over to it. Carter joins him.]
9-1|Miller: (sighs)
9-5|Carter: I got most of his gear back. Still missing his backpack and his vest, but…
9-1|Miller: He deserved better than this.
9-5|Carter: I know.
9-1|Miller: Did you find any mags?
9-5|Carter: Yeah. A couple.
9-1|Miller: Alright. Let's not be caught without ammunition out here. Give some to Richardson.
9-5|Carter: Yes, sir.
[Miller looks up and stares at the flare hanging in the sky. It is beginning to fade.]
9-1|Miller: Alright. Time to go.
[The camera is turned off.]
2 hours, 38 minutes is left unrecorded
[The camera is turned on.]
[The agents are wandering the fog. They come upon a worn-down structure.]
9-1|Miller: What is that?
9-4|Richardson: Looks like a cabin.
9-1|Miller: It's… cut in half.
[The camera pans to the sight of a cabin's exterior. The front door is missing, as is half of the building.]
9-5|Carter: What could do this?
9-1|Miller: No idea.
9-4|Richardson: Maybe the fog only engulfed a part of it?
[Miller enters the cabin and looks around. Carter and Richardson follow him inside.]
9-1|Miller: I wonder how long it's been here for.
[The camera pans around the broken cabin's interior. Parts of the log walls have begun to peel off. Other parts are missing pieces or have deteriorated. The floor is covered in a layer of dirt and debris.]
9-5|Carter: Looks like it's been a while.
[Richardson coughs.]
9-4|Richardson: Do you guys smell that?
9-5|Carter: Yeah. What is that?
9-1|Miller: In here.
[Miller raises his weapon and walks into one of the rooms. There is a bed inside and the corpse of a man on the floor. A revolver sits on his lap.]
9-1|Miller: Carter, check the body for anything we can use.
[Carter approaches the corpse. It has a gunshot wound on its head. Carter searches its pockets.]
9-5|Carter: I got nothing. Just some loose cash.
9-4|Richardson: What was this guy doing here?
9-1|Miller: Probably got trapped in here when his cabin got snatched.
9-4|Richardson: Yeah, but why not try and get out?
9-5|Carter: Maybe he did.
[Carter walks over to a small desk in the room. He opens one of the drawers.]
[Miller heads out of the room and looks up at the sun shining overhead. It is obscured by the fog. He checks his wristwatch. The time shown is 8:21pm.]
[Carter follows him out of the room.]
9-5|Carter: Sir, look at this.
[Carter hands Miller a worn-out journal.]
9-5|Carter: Some of the pages are missing, but the last entry mentions something about a beacon.
9-1|Miller: A beacon?
9-5|Carter: Apparently the guy was trying to reach some light he kept seeing in the fog. He called it a beacon. He mentions trying to get to it several times and a last-ditch effort when his supplies ran out. There are no more entries after that.
[Richardson comes out of the room]
9-4|Richardson: Where was the light located?
9-5|Carter: Not far from here.
[Miller opens the journal and flips through the pages until reaching the last entry. He skims through it.]
9-1|Miller: Says here he walked out his front door and turned left, headed in that direction for an hour before reaching a large clearing in the forest. That's where he saw the light. He marked a tree near it to make sure he didn't miss it.
9-5|Carter: Whatever is producing the light, it must have power. Electricity. We're going to need that.
9-4|Richardson: Or maybe it's a way out.
9-5|Carter: Yeah, that too.
9-1|Miller: We'll head out first thing tomorrow. The sun doesn't seem to be going down even though it's technically turning night according to my watch. We've already walked for several hours, let's try and get some shuteye.
9-4|Richardson: In here?
9-1|Miller: Yeah, it's not much, but it's shelter.
9-5|Carter: That's fine by me.
[Miller sits down on the wooden floor, laying his head against the closest wall. Richardson and Carter pick separate spots in the cabin and do the same.]
[The camera is turned off.]
8 hours, 11 minutes is left unrecorded
[The camera activates. Miller is wandering the fog with Carter and Richardson. They reach a clearing with a large oak tree displaying a black and white sign with an arrow on it.]
9-1|Miller: I guess this is the spot.
9-4|Richardson: Wait, what in the fuck?
[The camera pans to the clearing. Scattered across the field are the bodies of multiple Civil War era soldiers newly slain, their bodies still bleeding. Black powder smoke lingers on their chests.]
9-1|Miller: What happened here?
[A dying soldier on the ground cries out in pain.]
9-5|Carter: Some kind of battlefield.
9-4|Richardson: Jesus. Look how many of them there are.
9-1|Miller: Okay, let's move around them. Keep your eyes open.
[The MTF moves in unison as they wade through the bodies and make it to the other side of the field.]
9-1|Miller: You guys see any sign of the light that guy was talking about?
9-4|Richardson: I don't see shit.
9-5|Carter: Wait a minute.
[Carter puts on his thermal goggles and turns them on.]
9-5|Carter: Yeah. I see something. About 2 clicks out.
9-1|Miller: Alright, TG22's on.
9-4|Richardson: Got it.
[Miller and Richardson pull their goggles down to eye level.]
9-4|Richardson: Oh. I see it. Way out in the distance.
9-5|Carter: Whatever is able to have that much of a heat signature, it must be bright as hell.
9-1|Miller: Let's head over there and find out.
[The camera is turned off.]
28 minutes is left unrecorded
[The camera is turned on.]
[Extraneous conversations removed.]
9-5|Carter: Okay, you guys see it?
9-4|Richardson: Wait, is it coming from the road?
9-1|Miller: Yeah, looks like it.
[As the team approaches the light, the camera focuses on the source of the illumination: a solid metal obelisk placed on the road. There are glowing letters carved on its surface. Miller walks up to it and takes off his headgear so as not to be blinded by the light.]
9-1|Miller: There's something written here. Carter, can you translate this?
[Carter pulls up his goggles and approaches the obelisk.]
9-5|Carter: It's an inscription of some kind.
9-1|Miller: What does it say?
Lassus viator, lux in tenebris. Ex Fidelis Roma.
9-5|Carter: It's in Latin. It says, "Weary traveler, a light in the darkness. From the Faithful of Rome."
9-1|Miller: What does that mean?
9-5|Carter: I don't know.
[Carter looks at the obelisk for a moment. He places his hands on it.]
9-1|Miller: Carter! What are you—
[A distant light emanates in the distance. It has the same luminance as the obelisk.]
9-4|Richardson: Wait, how'd you know that would do that?
9-5|Carter: I didn't.
9-1|Miller: Looks like another beacon. We should see where it leads.
9-4|Richardson: Is that a good idea?
9-5|Carter: Got a better one?
9-4|Richardson: Well, no.
9-1|Miller: It's taking us back off the road. Stay alert.
[The agents head in the direction of the light for approximately 7 minutes. When they near it, they can see it is another obelisk planted into the ground. It is covered in foliage.]
9-5|Carter: These things are like lighthouses.
9-1|Miller: Yeah, I got that. What does this one say? Same thing?
9-5|Carter: No, it looks different.
Lassus viator, fune per nebulosa aquas.
9-5|Carter: This one says, "Weary traveler, a rope through the misty waters."
9-4|Richardson: Well ain't that nice of them.
9-1|Miller: Let's press it.
[Carter pushes his hands into the obelisk and another light appears in the distance.]
9-4|Richardson: Looks like it's taking us deeper into the woods.
9-1|Miller: Let's go.
[The agents head further into the forest for approximately 4 minutes.]
[Extraneous conversations removed]
9-1|Miller: Alright, touch the thing and let's go.
9-5|Carter: Wait. I think this is the last one.
9-4|Richardson: What's it say?
Lassus viator, via de maelstrom est hic.
9-5|Carter: "Weary traveler, the path of the maelstrom ends here."
9-4|Richardson: The maelstrom?
9-5|Carter: I guess that's what they call this place.
9-4|Richardson: Who's they?
[Miller walks past the beacon and stops.]
9-4|Richardson: Sir?
9-1|Miller: Look. (points ahead)
[A few meters from where the agents stand, the fog finally comes to an end. A boundary between the anomaly and the outside is clearly visible.]
9-5|Carter: Holy shit.
9-4|Richardson: We found the edge.
[Miller walks to the boundary and stops. He looks around.]
9-1|Miller: Okay. I'll go first.
[The camera loses focus for a few seconds as Miller steps through.]
9-4|Richardson: Sir?
[The camera regains focus on the other side. Miller turns back around to look at the fog. Carter and Richardson remain inside.]
9-1|Miller: It's fine. Come out here.
[Carter and Richardson step out of the anomaly.]
9-1|Miller: Ok, now the question is where the hell are we?
[The camera pans around to look at the surrounding area. There is no trace of the paved road or the forest. There is only a field of grain extending to the horizon.]
9-4|Richardson: I don't recognize any of this.
[Carter pulls down his thermal goggles and looks around.)
9-5|Carter: No heat signatures anywhere. Maybe it spit us out somewhere far from town.
9-1|Miller: Or we're not in the same time period anymore.
9-5|Carter: You're probably right.
9-4|Richardson: So, what's the plan?
9-1|Miller: We travel northward. If we don't find anything, we'll camp out for the night. See what we can find in the morning.
9-5|Carter: Wait, sir, I think I see something.
[Carter points at a homestead in the distance. Miller and Richardson put on their TG22's.]
9-1|Miller: Looks like a 20th-century building of some kind.
9-4|Richardson: Maybe there are people nearby.
9-1|Miller: Not sure how I feel about that.
9-4|Richardson: What do you mean?
9-1|Miller: I mean we should probably try to avoid being seen, if we're not in the right time period and all.
9-5|Carter: Agreed. We shouldn't interact with the past. Though if we can see what kind of building it is, we might gauge what time period we're in.
9-1|Miller: Fair point.
9-5|Carter: We should get close to it, see what we see.
[The camera pans back around to look at the fog behind them.]
9-1|Miller: I just hope this thing doesn't disappear on us.
9-5|Carter: Why's that?
9-1|Miller: It might be our only way out of here.
9-5|Carter: Right.
9-4|Richardson: Wait, are you saying we should go back in there then?
9-1|Miller: What I'm saying is SCP-XXXX is different than we originally thought. It's not just a portal that leads to some point in the past. Maybe the fog exists at multiple points throughout time.
9-5|Carter: A crossroads.
9-4|Richardson: What?
9-5|Carter: Whenever the fog manifests, it opens a door across time for things to enter it. And it does this for every time period it manifests in. Like a crossroads.
9-1|Miller: Yeah. A hub. Or something like that.
9-4|Richardson: So… the fog is manifesting in all those different places and times right now?
9-5|Carter: Yeah. Simultaneously.
9-4|Richardson: That's hard to wrap your brain around.
9-5|Carter: It's just a theory. But it would certainly explain a lot.
9-1|Miller: It might be our only way back home.
9-5|Carter: So what happens if we confirm that we're not in the right time period?
9-1|Miller: Then we go back into the fog. Take our chances with the roulette wheel.
[END LOG]
Expedition Log IV
Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown
Local time: Unknown
Task Force: Theta-9
Team Leader: Miller
Additional Team Members: Carter, Richardson
[BEGIN LOG]
[The camera is turned on.]
9-1|Miller: How are we on food?
9-4|Richardson: Got a few MRE's left. No water though.
9-5|Carter: Yeah, my canteen's empty.
9-1|Miller: Okay. Time to look for a clean water source then. There should be a river nearby.
[Miller turns to look at the horizon. The house is still too distant to see clearly.]
9-1|Miller: Looks like we still have a ways to go to reach that house.
9-4|Richardson: What do we do once we get there?
9-1|Miller: We'll scope it out and try to figure out what time period this is.
9-5|Carter: We need to replenish our food and water too.
9-1|Miller: Yeah, we'll see what we find.
[The agents continue to walk for nearly twenty minutes.]
9-5|Carter: First thing I'm doing when I get back to 2018? Get me a nice juicy burger.
9-4|Richardson: Yeah, I feel ya on that.
9-1|Miller: I'm not much of a burger guy myself, but there's this little place back in Boston where me and my kid had the greatest filet mignon I've ever eaten.
9-4|Richardson: Shit, all these missions we've been together and I didn't even know you had a kid, sir.
9-5|Carter: That's personal. We don't usually talk about that kind of shit during missions.
9-1|Miller: It's fine. Jacob is with his mom currently. He's eight years old. They think I'm on some tour out in Afghanistan. My family is the only thing that matters to me. It's why I'm doing this job in the first place.
9-4|Richardson: Oh, well here's hoping you get to see them again, sir.
9-1|Miller: Yeah.
9-5|Carter: It's difficult to hold a family together with this line of work. My wife and I left each other a while back. All the damn secrecy and whatnot just didn't pan out for her.
9-4|Richardson: Damn.
9-1|Miller: I'm sorry to hear that.
9-5|Carter: It's fine. I get to see my daughter every now and then. Reminds me that something good came out of all that.
9-4|Richardson: I'm not much of a family man. I've been around the block and had plenty of offers, but never really settled, you know?
9-1|Miller: Married life isn't for everyone.
[The camera pans to look ahead. In the distance, the structure comes into view: a farmhouse with a white country porch.]
9-5|Carter: I wonder who's home.
[The MTF agents approach the farmhouse. As they get near it, something moves behind one of the windows. Miller immediately stops.]
9-1|Miller: I got movement.
[The front door of the farmhouse opens. A man wearing overalls and holding a rifle steps out. He looks at the agents and frowns, pulling out a rifle.]
Farmer: What the hell is this?
[The MTF agents raise their weapons in response. Miller steps forward with his hands raised in a sign of submission.]
9-1|Miller: Whoa there, no need for that.
Farmer: What are ya'll doing on my property?
9-1|Miller: We're just passing through.
[The farmer stares at Miller.]
Farmer: Who the hell are you?
9-4|Richardson: We're just lost, sir. We didn't mean to trespass.
[The farmer turns the rifle to Richardson.]
Farmer: Bullshit.
[Richardson glances at Miller before turning back to the farmer.]
9-1|Miller: We're going to leave. We don't want any trouble.
[The farmer cocks his weapon.]
Farmer: Ya'll gonna stay right here until I get the authorities.
[Miller sighs and shakes his head.]
9-5|Carter: We didn't come here to cause any trouble, sir.
Farmer: Oh yeah? Then why are ya'll carrying weapons?
[The camera looks up at the second-floor window. There is some movement behind the curtains. Someone is peering through them.]
Farmer: I've never even seen weapons like that. What kind of rifles are those?
9-5|Carter: The kind we'd prefer not to use, unless we have to.
Farmer: Are you threatenin' me?
9-1|Miller: Look. Unless you stop pointing that thing at us, we'll just end up bloodied and full of holes. So put it down and we can talk.
Farmer: I ain't puttin' nothin' down.
[The farmer glances back inside his house before turning back to the agents.]
Farmer: What kind of soldiers are you anyway? I don't see any colors on ya.
9-5|Carter: We're not with any militia.
Farmer: Ya'll rebels then?
9-1|Miller: Sir, I'm not going to ask again. Put the rifle on the ground.
Farmer: You ain't askin'? You think you can give me orders? On my farm?
[Richardson turns to Miller with a worried look.]
9-4|Richardson: Sir, what are we doing here?
[The farmer looks back inside his house.]
Farmer: Honey! Go get the lawmen! We got bandits on our property!
9-1|Miller: Look, as a sign of g—
[The window on the second floor lights up briefly with a muzzle flash, shattering the glass. The gunshot rings loudly as a bullet impacts Carter. He falls to the ground with blood gushing out of his neck and spilling down his vest.]
9-4|Richardson: Carter!
[Miller and Richardson instantly raise their weapons and open fire on the second-floor window. Bullets pierce through the glass and window sill. The house is riddled with bullet holes.]
Farmer: Bastards!
[The farmer turns his rifle to Richardson and fires. Richardson's knee is blown open.]
[Miller shoots the farmer twice in the chest. The man falls onto his back.]
[Richardson collapses on the ground.]
[Miller looks at Carter who is gurgling blood coming out of his mouth.]
9-1|Miller: Fuck.
[Miller reloads and begins walking towards the house.]
9-4|Richardson: Where are you going?!
9-1|Miller: I've gotta make sure whoever shot Carter is dead.
[Miller walks up to the porch. He stops to fire several rounds into the farmer's head before heading inside. As he enters, he clears each room on the first floor, then goes up the stairs to the second floor and enters a bedroom. The corpse of a woman lies facedown on the floor several feet away from the window with bullet holes on her back.]
9-1|Miller: Jesus.
[Miller continues searching the second floor before stopping at a closet filled with assorted clothing. He grabs three ponchos then heads downstairs, exiting the house.]
9-1|Miller: House is clear. I'm taking you guys to get medical treatment.
[Miller runs to Carter, who is visibly choking on his own blood. His eyes dart frantically while his hands remain clutched to his neck.]
9-1|Miller: Carter. Just hang on!
[Miller kneels beside him and attempts to apply pressure to the neck wound. Blood spills over his fingers.]
9-1|Miller: We'll find a doctor.
[Miller lifts Carter's head up. Carter tries to gasp for air but struggles to do so. After a few seconds, his body goes limp.]
9-1|Miller: Carter.
[There is no response.]
9-1|Miller: Carter!
[Miller stares at the now lifeless body. He stays quiet.]
9-4|Richardson: (groans) Sir…
[Miller takes a moment to look over the corpse. He unholsters the dead soldier's belt and takes it with him as he walks over to Richardson.]
9-4|Richardson: What… are you doing?
9-1|Miller: Not letting you bleed out on me.
[Miller begins wrapping the belt around Richardon's leg. He tightens it causing Richardson to flinch.]
9-4|Richardson: Ah! Fuck!
[Miller walks over to the side of the farmhouse where several horses are hitched. He puts the ponchos on one of them and then unties it, freeing it. He looks in the direction of Richardson.]
9-1|Miller: Can you stand?
9-4|Richardson: No…
[Miller grabs the horses' reins and leads it to Richardson.]
9-1|Miller: Alright, come on. You're getting on this thing.
[Richardson grabs Miller's hand and climbs up on the horse after some struggle.]
9-1|Miller: Let's go.
9-4|Richardson: Sir, we're… we're not supposed to interfere with the past.
9-1|Miller: I think it's a little too late for that.
9-4|Richardson: What about our… gear? Our weapons? Someone sees us with them and they'll know we're not from around here.
[Miller grabs both rifles and throws them into a nearby bush. He does the same for the rest of their gear.]
9-1|Miller: We'll come back for them.
9-4|Richardson: Where are we going?
9-1|Miller: To look for the nearest town. Hopefully, find someone that can help you. Also, I'm turning this damn camera off.
[END LOG]
Operation Tempest
Expedition Log: V
Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown
Local time: Unknown
Task Force: Theta-9
Team Leader: Miller
Additional Team Members: Richardson
[BEGIN LOG]
[The video activates.]
9-1|Miller: What the hell?
9-4|Richardson: What?
9-1|Miller: My camera just activated on its own.
9-4|Richardson: Oh.
9-1|Miller: Foundation must have it set on a timer or something. They must really want to keep tabs on us.
9-4|Richardson: Well, if we ever get back, it'll be proof of what happened. Might as well leave it on, get a record of this.
9-1|Miller: If we ever get back, I got a couple of questions for them.
9-4|Richardson: Yeah, same.
[The camera pans to a wooden signpost on the road.]
9-1|Miller: Dillon is 3 kilometers away.
[Miller leads the horse by the reins. Richardson stays mounted on it as it trots.]
9-4|Richardson: And you think they'll have a doctor?
9-1|Miller: Hopefully.
9-4|Richardson: I don't know, man. I'm wondering if doctors in this era can be trusted. You got any guess as to what year this is?
9-1|Miller: Well, the rifle that asshole shot you with was a Winchester Model 1895. I recognized it cause my dad used to own one. So we're probably somewhere in the early 20th century if I had to guess.
9-4|Richardson: Yeah alright. As long as they don't put any leeches on me, I'm good.
[The camera starts to beep.]
9-1|Miller: Fuck. I think the battery is dying.
[The camera is turned off.]
37 minutes is left unrecorded
[The video activates. The view is of a small livestock town. A large wooden billboard stands tall with the words 'Welcome to Dillon' on it.]
9-1|Miller: Do you see anywhere a doctor might be?
9-4|Richardson: Not really.
9-1|Miller: Alright. How's the leg?
9-4|Richardson: Numb. I think the bleeding stopped though.
9-1|Miller: Good.
9-4|Richardson: I hope I don't lose it. It's my good leg.
9-1|Miller: Don't worry. You won't.
[Miller leads the horse into town. Some townsfolk notice their arrival and stare at them.]
9-4|Richardson: You think we look out of place?
9-1|Miller: I'm sure we do. Let's just do our business and get out as quickly as possible.
[The camera pans to a white two-story building with the word 'DRUGS' on the side. There is also a red cross painted at the front of the building.]
9-1|Miller: There we go, that looks promising.
9-4|Richardson: Okay, so now what? We just walk in there, ask for help?
9-1|Miller: I'll go check it out. You stay here.
[Miller hitches the horse and heads toward the building. Walking inside, he spots a man wearing a white apron standing behind the counter. The man smiles as Miller comes in.]
Pharmacist: What can I do for you, son?
9-1|Miller: I'm in need of some information.
Pharmacist: What kind of information?
9-1|Miller: I'm looking for a doctor. Do you know where I can find one?
Pharmacist: Well, around here, I'm usually the one giving first aid for things like scrapes, cuts, infections, and the like. If you've got an ailment, chances are I might be able to help.
9-1|Miller: Good.
[Miller pulls out his pistol and aims it at the man.]
Pharmacist: Hey, now. What's the meaning of this?
9-1|Miller: Don't make any commotion. Just do what I tell you.
[The pharmacist raises his hands and nods.]
Pharmacist: Just take what you want and leave. Please.
9-1|Miller: No, this isn't about money. You're going to patch up my friend. He got shot.
Pharmacist: Are you bandits?
9-1|Miller: Doesn't matter what we are. Are you going to help me or not?
[The pharmacist stares at the gun and then at Miller.]
Pharmacist: If you promise not to kill me.
9-1|Miller: That depends entirely on you. You do a good job in taking care of my friend and you get to live. Perhaps I'll even pay you.
[Miller moves around the counter and closer to him.]
9-1|Miller: You have a room in the back?
Pharmacist: Yes.
9-1|Miller: Good.
[Miller pushes the pistol onto the man's back. The pharmacist begins walking to the back room.]
9-1|Miller: Does this room have a lock and key?
Pharmacist: Yes. but—
9-1|Miller: Hand it over.
[The pharmacist pulls out a bronze key holder and hands it over to Miller.]
Pharmacist: It's the one with the letter S on it.
9-1|Miller: Thanks.
[Miller waits for the pharmacist to enter the room and then closes the door. He inserts the key into the lock and waits for it to click as he turns it.]
9-1|Miller: I'll be back.
[The camera begins beeping.]
9-1|Miller: Not this again.
[The camera turns off.]
[END LOG]
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