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Three days after containment of SCP-5080
The Scarlet Songbirds. Renown MTF team, fearless, adaptive, but most of all, Human
In the private quarters of 1st LT. Hatton sits the man in his desk chair writing in his journal with only his singular desk lamp on. The room around him is quite dark and cold, just the way he likes it. Hatton lets out a long and drawn out sigh before tapping his mechanical pencil on his desk, he was never a big fan of the wood ones. He had coffee on in the small pot that one of the Researchers gave to him as a gift. The quiet beeping from the machine signaling that it was finished stirred him from his deep thoughts.
H: "Nice, coffee."
Hatton grabbed his blue mug, the decal on the side was a black skulldog, a gift from his mother. He poured himself a mug before feeling something warm running down his nose. He cautiously wiped it
H: "Blood?"
He thought for a second and knew exactly what it was
H: "Its…just a nosebleed."
Hatton grabbed some toilet paper and stuffed his nose with it and in almost thirty seconds the blood had soaked the entirety of the makeshift gauze. After about an hour he began to feel faint. Hatton laid his head on his desk, which has now been covered in his own blood draining from his nasal cavity, and seen it begin to take form. It looked like a man holding a child, another man with a weapon, something that looked like a hatchet, appeared beside the two and was immediately struck down by the man with the child. "Hallucinations from blood loss" he thought, and slowly began to pass out.
Ten minutes before 1st LT. Hatton's experience
SCP-5080: "Wh-where is the man who saved me?"
Dr. ████: "He is in his bunk taking care of himself most likely. Seeming as you didn't kill him you two must be quite the pair."
The man in the white coat sat down in a chair, he was near two other scary men, not like One, these men felt mean, and scared. "But what are they scared of?" the little girl wondered.
Dr. ████: "Tell me about the experience you had at your old home. What were the conditions?"
SCP-5080: "It was a beautiful place, flowers, birds, trees, until the sacrifices began again. Mother.."
The little girl almost burst into tears
Dr. ████: "It's okay. Take your time."
The man in the white coat was writing everything down.
SCP-5080: "Mother was next, she willingly left me and told me I was going to grow up to be big and strong, and that people would come for me. She said there would be one among you who would stand out and protect me. Then…then I heard the loud mechanical bird, we all did, and I ran to hide"
Dr. ████: "So you ran and hid? Did the Ritual still take place?"
SCP-5080: "I don't know. I was so scared when everyone started rushing around and yelling, I just ran and hid in the shrine room for a while then to a bedroom under a bed."
Dr. ████ looks at the MTF report and sighs.
Dr. ████: "Your mother was sacrificed still. MTF-004 tried to save her kid. He tried his hardest. If you were more well known I would let you see the team who saved you."
SCP-5080: "So why can't you?"
Dr. ████: "Reasons little one. I am bound by the rules my employers put over me."
Dr. ████ clicks his pen in twice.
Dr. ████: "What is your name child?"
SCP-5080: "Eva Donshortsnikov"
Dr. ████: "Okay Eva, that's all I have for you today. I will be back tomorrow for more tests and question. I might even bring a friend of yours with me too."
Dr. ████ gets up and smiles at Eva, then gets escorted out with the two MTF guards
Eva began to think hard about One. She missed him a lot, but all she could think of was his blood. It began twisting her thoughts and morphing them into something horrible. The incident three days ago where she had witnessed the power of One. What Alpha Team was capable of. "I want him to be here so badly" she thought. Her complete focus on his only got stronger in the next few minutes and continued to grow. Then she saw his hands, like she was looking though his eyes, she saw his desk, and the blood. She opened her eyes with a sharp gasp and recoiled in fear. Not knowing how or what she just done she crawls up into her bed and begins to cry thinking she has just killed One.
Two hours after Hatton's nap
Hatton woke up slowly and looked around his desk. It was clean, no blood or stains, the only thing different was that his coffee was now cold. He checked his watch quickly.
H: "Twenty-one hundred. Not that late I suppose."
He stands up and cracks his back then puts his gear on, a short sleeve tan T-shirt, a Condor Modular Operator Plate Carrier, his UF PRO OCP bottoms, and his tan combat boots. He leaves the helmet chin strap unstrapped, grabs his M4A1 SOPMOD and puts on the single point sling, then grabs his Glock 17 Precision in his leg holster, and exits the room leaving his cold coffee on the desk
2200 in the MTF hangar
MTF Sigma-88 gets ready for an operation that might cost the lives of the entire team, equipped with the latest gear from the armory they get inside 2 MRAPs and make their way to Combat Outpost ████████
001: "Ready up ladies, Chaos Insurgency has hit one of our outposts as an attempted perimeter breach. We are bringing the whole team on this one and everyone is coming back alive, any questions?"
009: "How many are there boss?"
001: "Around 45 assailants with RPG capabilities and heavy machine gun fire. We have on site security forces there being pummeled by these bastards and they need our help. Get ready for a fight. Anything else?"
The MRAPs speed down a highway.
007: "How many friendlies do we have there?"
001: "Around 20 infantry men and 10 researchers. Anything else?"
002: "E.T.A.?"
001: "Around 5 mikes. Anymore?"
003: "Do you think this has any connection with the Sarkic girl we picked up boss?"
001: "Could be. Not sure until we get there however, could be that or some other SCP these crazy [REDACTED] want. Anything else?"
010: "What do you want us to do when we get there sir?"
001: "Dig in and don't give an inch. Make sure you squad comms are on so I can communicate with anyone of you if I need you. E.T.A. 2 mikes, get ready."
Gunfire and explosions are heard in the sparse forest they are heading into, it is a snowy Russian forest a few miles from the Taiga. As the team gets closer Alpha-2's MRAP is struck by an RPG and immobilized
006: "We're hit! Continuing on foot!"
The team gets out, 009 and 010 are dazed a bit from being the closest inside to the impact. Alpha-1 continues on and hits the firefight which is going heavily in the Insurgents favor.
Out of the frying pan…
The MRAP pulls up and provides some cover for the pinned security forces. Alpha-1 disembarks beside for 004, who is on the .50 cal on top of the MRAP gunning down advancing Insurgents, it is clear to MTF Sigma-88 that there is a lot more than 45 Chaos agents here. The battle is quite large and the camp would be overrun by now if not for the MRAP.
002: "Left side!"
003: "Re-positioning!"
The team fights hard as Alpha-2 now enters the fray. Both teams form up to form a large unit that is now supporting the 15 infantry sec forces there. They are outnumbered 5 to 1. 004 sitting in the MRAP keeps the Insurgent forces at bay until an RPG strikes the cab, the MRAP smokes up and 004 stumbles out of the back of the truck. He tries crawling away to his comrades before being picked up by 001 who has no suffered multiple gunshot, and shrapnel wounds. 001 pushes on and gets his team member to safety as the other 8 lay down suppressing fire. 002 drops his bag full of belt fed rounds to his PKP, which is now mounted on the concrete wall the team is using for cover, 005 is helping feed the rounds into the LMG to keep their position from being overrun. 001 peeks up even though he is bleeding heavily and lays down covering fire for a few SEC guys to recover the ten researchers and escape.
008: "Boss you're hit!"
001: "And? Keep fighting and worry about four!"
008: "On it!"
008 tends to 004 who has little combat wounds, it is obvious that 001 is hurt worse than 004 but 008 fixes his friend up and gets him back into the fight. The insurgents stop pushing now realizing human wave tactics aren't working and fire from the treeline and from inside the outpost. MTF Sigma-88 has yet to penetrate the outpost to take it over, but with a stroke of good luck they start to make headway into the outpost. 008 stops 001 and sets him down
008: "Alright sir, your turn."
001: "Get it over with sawbones."
008 chuckles and pulls his combat vest off while behind cover only to find nothing. 008 gives 001 an odd look.
001: "What is it Doc?"
008: "Nothing. you're all good."
001: "Okay?"
Suspicion now arises in 008 as he gives his gear back. 001 quickly puts it on and gets back into the fight, as soon as he gets up he witnesses 007 take a round to the back of the helmet and collapse. 002 throws a few frags into the treeline and pushes out into the open while firing on the trees where the enemy is, under the cover fire 001 rushes to 007 and pulls him into cover, 002 gets hit three times but it only hits his plates as he retreats into cover by an outpost building. The team has cleared about 25% of the outpost with the remaining 8 SEC forces.
001: "He's okay! It only hit his helmet! He's only unconscious!"
001 drags 007 to safety from RPG and small arms fire. 006 pops smoke on the treeline and the firing stops, there is an eerie silence now over the battlefield, insurgents sneak around the outpost trying to get eyes on Sigma-88.
CI: "Do you see them?
CI: "Negative…negative I have no visual."
CI: "[REDACTED] we're gon-"
The insurgents has a hot piece of lead go right through his prefrontal cortex and he hits the ground with a thud, thus starting the fighting once more except this time, the insurgents are blind.
Into the fire.
The insurgents, now blinded by the smoke Sigma-88 threw, struggle to fight against an enemy they can no longer see.
CI: "Jones!? Where are you!?"
His voice was drowned out by gunfire that was slowly dwindling down to a few select places. A sickening crunch is heard beside the insurgent yelling causing him to jump a bit and spray at the noise. He no longer talks and slowly steps around in the smoke looking for the MTF. He sees someone run past him, the man shrieks and sprays the thing down and gets closer to the now gurgling body.
CI: "Jones…?"
The man inspects the body, to his surprise it is his best friend Jones, now dead.
CI: "[REDACTED]…"
The man hears more footsteps behind him, as he turns around he stares down the barrel of a certain SOPMOD. That was the last thing he ever saw.
CI: "Do you know who's alive out there Simmons?"
Simmons: "No idea Ethan. I can't see [REDACTED] with all this smoke."
Ethan: "I can't either. What if we are the last ones?"
Simmons: "Don't say [REDACTED] like that man. You're freaking me out."
Ethan: I can't help it, the gunfire and comms just stopped. These MTF guys are crazy."
Crunches on leaves are heard in the distances and startle the men, Simmons looks around from his firing position and sees a squirrel. A brief sigh of relief is heard from both men as they resume watch. Luckily for them the smoke has dissipated enough for them to see figures. They see a few dark human shapes through the smoke and Ethan tries raising them on his radio
Ethan: "Jones is that you?"
He can hear his radio echo back from the ground, breaking the eerie silence that has now plagued the outpost like a disease.
Simmons: "I don't think that's Jones anymore Ethan…"
Ethan turns his radio off
Ethan: "You think these guys are SCPs?
Simmons: "I don't know man. They just…disappeared."
The two men now see dozens of bodies rise up from the ground.
Ethan: "HOLY [REDACTED]! WE GOTTA GO MAN!"
Ethan rushed up and ignored Simmons trying to pull him back down. As soon as Ethan was out of sight of Simmons he gets yanked up into the trees without a sound, other than a large crunch, but to Simmons that sounded like branches.
Simmons: "Ethan you just got us both killed…"
he whispered to himself as he pulled out a pair of binoculars to see what is going on down there. He sees that the bodies were actually just propped up by the MTF team.
Simmons: "Those-"
001 cracks the man in the back of the head with a suppressed Glock round.
001: "Good riddance."
001 gets on the radio and updates Alpha-1 that the area is clear. He switches the radio to his music, Любэ - Комбат plays over it, he sits, and lights a cigarette, being the only man on the battlefield "alive".
ADDENDUM 001
MTF Sigma-88 took no casualties and managed to save all the researchers and most of the Security forces of Outpost ████████. 1st LT. ████████ (A.K.A.) 001 has been reviewed in a psych check and is cleared for duty. Major ████████ has requested a promotion to Captain for 001. From accounts of the MTF body cams and 001's own body cam footage, there is surmountable evidence that 001 was the last man on the battlefield, as he ordered his team to take the wounded and SEC forces back to Site ██ for medical care. 001 stayed and fought off the insurgency. There is a lot of speculation of what happened in the smoke, it seems this is the only part that 001's body cam seemed to malfunction. Biological evaluation shows he has the same DNA and major organs, that are all 100% functional, that regular humans do. All claims by MTF-SS-008 of MTF-SS-001 being anomalous are to be disregarded. Any Foundation personnel caught harassing 001 about this issue will be reprimanded and punished for harassment, and obstruction of MTF duties, resulting in a pay cut and possible security clearance demotion if necessary. End Addendum
