CHAPTER 1: Snakes in the Garden
Will Costello is a CI mole embedded into the Foundation as a containment officer. This chapter focuses entirely on him mapping out Site-19 as he talks to his partner, Henry Pegg. It's a slow reveal, but it shouldn't take TOO long, that he's a mole. A mole for who should be relatively vague at least for now. It'll be clear as day for those who've read the CI hub and subscribe to the idea that they basically want everybody to be unveiled. The reason we don't reveal Will is a mole for the CI is that Chapter 2 is about a mole getting into the CI. I don't think I should overwhelm the audience with CI stuff. Then again, it would probably be just as valid to let them know and it would still be a mirroring story.
It goes from him doing his job and picking up limbs of dead bodies, to bringing the remains to the morgue, to going to his room and writing his intel down. Eventually, he goes on an outside patrol where he lies to go use the bathroom where he finds a dead drop, which is a sub drive, and a note from his handler detailing his instructions to insert it into a computer. This is the set up for a big containment breach that will put Will into MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine Tailed Fox") much later down the line.
The chapter ends with Will successfully uploading the malware onto a Foundation server the next day when he goes in to help one of his friends to clean up. This establishes that Will is a friendly and well liked member of the Foundation, as the story doesn't start with his recruitment but rather him having been in for a few months at least. This is ultimately to show that while he agrees with his handlers philosophy, he's also become a well integrated part of the Foundation.
CHAPTER 2: Blood on the Vine
Aidan Hancock (Real name: Alexei "Misha" Degtyarev) is running for his life from Foundation stalkers. It's revealed within the first few seconds of reading that he's supposed be running, and that this is an undercover operation to place him as a mole inside the CI. He's running through the streets of New York, and is doing quite well at evading even though the agents are right behind him. He is panicking throughout the ordeal as well. He eventually finds a BLM protest happening due to the George Floyd murder and he decides to use the crowd as a way to lose his tail.
As he's in the middle of the crowd, a riot breaks out and he's arrested by police (not before being beaten) and it cuts to him in jail, where he's sure the Foundation will find him and kill him. This, of course, doesn't happen (as there would be like no story). We get about a day of him being paranoid that any inmate or jailer is a Foundation agent until finally the Insurgency finds him. They knew that the Foundation wanted him and they decide to take him in even though they know little about him. So they take him and put him in a moving van under the guise of a prisoner transfer, where they drive out and execute the prisoners that they didn't need.
The chapter ends with Aiden being introduced to the locat Insurgency chapter leader, Gus, who tells him that they're taking his intel and moving him to the Pacific Northwest, where they have a bigger presence and could keep him safe while the heat on him dies down.
CHAPTER 3: Record Keeper Numb
Timothy Greene is an archival assistant at the Foundation tasked with creating audio copies of Foundation containment documents for SCP's contained at Area-13. This chapter centers around his work and also describes SCP-XXXX (designation pending until publishing) operations. Most of it is just him commenting on the process and it gives us insight on the Foundations bureaucratic nightmare of a file system as well as explain how the Foundation manages to keep records even in a horrific containment breach.
The chapter continues as he puts away another transcript from SCP-XXXX after having read it out loud and then he takes a break, leaving the archival room to go get a coffee, where he speaks with a D-Class assigned to SCP-XXXX. Chit chat and all that, Tim's creeped out by the D-Class and decides to go back and call it a day. This chapter is shorter than the first two, but it establishes Tim and sets him up to be the key to figuring out that SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX are linked.
CHAPTER 4: Black Eyes and White Lights
Kelly Dobkins is an Overseer in the Foundation. I'll figure this part out later.
Blood, everywhere. That was all Will could think to himself as he walked into the containment chamber. The anomalous creature that was housed there had torn the D-Class the Foundation sent in there to shreds. Him and his fellow men had been ordered to get the bodies out of the room, whose walls had been caked in the red fluid that filled a man. Will was no stranger to blood, but even he had to admit to being surprised and even a little disgusted by how much horror he'd walked into. There was almost nothing left of the poor souls they'd sent in not five minutes ago. Some idiot scientist didn't think this one through, he thought to himself.
"Grab that one will ya, Costello?" his partner asked.
"Uh, sure…" Will picked up the legs- what was left of the legs of a dead D-Class.
"What's wrong, Costello? Thought your stomach was harder than that," his partner chided.
"Pegg, fuck you," Will shot back, "look at this fuckin' place," Pegg sighed in agreement. Will was still new to the Foundation, so his fellow security officers liked to joke with him. It was a hazing ritual, just like the ones he'd gone through in his military days.
"Yeah, well, let's just get these dead fucks outta here, I'm starving!" Pegg picked up an arm and a head, and placed them in bio-hazard bags that they had brought in with them. Will looked over to the steel door that lead to the SCP that had done this to the D-Class. He hoped that it was as sturdy as it looked, "Hey, you gonna gawk all fucking day? I wasn't kidding about being hungry, Costello!"
"Right," Will sighed, picking up another arm and shoving it into the bag. They weren't going to clean the blood. That was the DECON teams job. They had received requests before to clean up the limbs if possible before sending them in. The only real issue Will had with the detail was that their uniforms as security officers were mostly white. The stains would be almost impossible to get out. Thank god this time they gave us some bio-suits… because fuck if I'm gonna buy a whole new uniform on the count of these brainiacs not thinking their experiments through…
They dragged the bags filled with viscera and limbs out of the room and threw them in garbage cans. The two then rolled their respective trash receptacles to the morgue where the D-Class' bodies would be studied for any anomalous effects before disposal. How the process worked there, Will did not know. Nor did he wish to find out. All he knew was that he wanted this work to be done so he could eat, just like Henry Pegg wanted to. As they walked down the hallways and went to the elevator, Will counted the amount of steps it took for him to get there. Then he counted how long it took to get from one floor to another.
Will was quiet most of the walk. Though he did keep up with the conversation him and Henry were having. Will was thankful that Henry was more talkative than him that day, who was oversharing how he'd slept with another woman the night before. But Will didn't really mind, he'd overshared several times in the past, and especially when he was deployed as a Marine.
Again, he counted his steps as they went to the morgue from the elevator. Focusing as best as he could while listening to Henry explain in intricate detail as to the positions he put his last conquest in. Will chuckled as Henry began to slap the garbage can. For all the professionalism that the Foundation wanted them to have, nothing really changed when it came to line members like him and Henry. We're still a bunch of fucking morons… gotta love it.
"Gentlemen, leave those cans over by the exam tables and we'll get to them. Thank you," said the mortician, Dr. Tachibana. She was a pretty woman, Will had thought to himself many times. He'd been seeing her more often lately on account of the experiments with the SCP having gone wrong. He didn't complain at all in this regard. Miss Tachi, I could get used to this, he joked with himself as he placed the garbage can in its new spot.
"Glad to be of service, ma'am," he said as he walked out of the room with Henry.
"Damn… she's fine," Henry declared.
"Fuckin' a, right?" Will laughed.
Once again, he walked back to the elevator with Henry, double checking his count as his partner explained to him in gross detail what he would like to do with the good doctor if given even half a chance. This was Will's last detail for the day before being off work for the day. Though, he couldn't go home at all. He was still on duty for another three months before being off for the rest of the year. Such was the life of a line security guard. Containment. That's what he'd been assigned. He would have liked to be retrieval, but the Foundation had placed him in the containment instead. Will knew of course that there was always time for a lateral transfer after the first year, so he wasn't too worried. His job was still being accomplished at Site-19.
"Hey," Henry called to him, "I'll see you later?"
"Yeah bro, gimme a like an hour to relax," Will waved goodbye to his friend and walked to his room. The barracks they all shared was internal to the site, but at least they had their own rooms. He couldn't wait until he could go back home. Everybody was on a quarterly rotation. If a containment breach occurred, even if he was on his off time, he was expected to jump into action. That was the point of the four month in-time at the site. Then for the rest of the year, once he was off, he could stay off. Still gotta come into work on the reg, though.
He closed the door to his room and locked it. A quick glance to the shared bathroom door. Also locked. Will strolled to his twin bed and opened one of the drawers that sat under it and retrieved the papers he stored there. Sitting at his desk now, he peered over the information he'd written down, making sure he wasn't about to write down repetitive work. He then began transcribing his new intelligence. His step count throughout the site for the day, the experiments that were conducted that day, and even the disposition of his fellow Foundation personnel. All of it went into the report he was writing. He couldn't give it to his handler, at least not yet. He had three months before he could feasibly exit the facility without conducting an outside foot patrol, and even then there was no way to hand off the intelligence.
Instead, he had to be patient. He'd always been a patient man. He waited 9 months to get back home from Afghanistan, he could wait 3 months to get out of Site-19. Then, he would make contact with his handler and drop off the intelligence.
Those guys want us all to live in a world of blackness. They don't give a shit about what the people want. What they deserve. The truth, Will. They deserve the fucking truth. The people should decide what happens, not some nazi fucks who don't even consider the masses!
He couldn't agree more. That's why he wasn't really a Foundation agent. He was getting paid by them, yes. But his loyalty lied elsewhere.
You get in good with them! Gather intel for us to act on, and we fuckin' liberate these paranormals from the Jailers. Yeah. You tell us where they paranormals are, we make sure the Jailers don't fucking get to them! They'll be happy to help us out once we tell them the life they were gonna live. Trust me, Will, it's better this way. You're a fuckin' warrior! They'll respect you once they see you deal with some shit! Just get in good with these nazi fucks, and you'll rise real quick! Don't worry, we'll feed you some stuff so you can be Johnny on the spot for some events, and you'll get to where we need you to be.
Listen, you've just completed training, I know. But the Foundation needs you for a mission… This mission isn't finding skips, it's not capturing skips… it's rather sensitive. Usually we try to give these sorts of missions to more experienced officers, but your history and your tests make you a perfect candidate for this. I'm sorry to have to ask you of this, and it absolutely is voluntary of you, but the Foundation needs you for a mission.
Aidan ran as fast as he possibly could through the streets of New York City. His heart pounding, pulsing the blood through his veins, as he turned one corner and then the next. He looked behind him, which was a mistake. Fuck, they're close! Aidan knew he couldn't let them catch him. His mission was too important to let them catch him. He felt fear grip him, realizing what would happen if they did catch him. He knew exactly what would happen, he had been trained to resist it. But he wanted nothing to do with it. So he ran faster and faster, knowing full well that he would probably vomit if he escaped. He clutched the USB drive in his left hand as tightly as he could. He feared that he may break it, but he couldn't afford to lose it. This was the only bargaining chip he had, and he needed to make sure it got to the right hands. But holy shit, these guys are gonna kill me before I get there!
We're gonna give you some intelligence. It'll check out, don't worry. But you need to take it with you and give it to somebody. He's our guy. Or well… he's a guy we can trust. Sorta. Look. We know that he does recruitment for them, and if you give him this information, he'll contact the people we want you to join. Then, you're in. They'll check your story out, and it'll all come back clean. For all intents and purposes, what you're gonna do for this is gonna be totally legit.
Another left, and then another. Aidan was starting to slow down with each turn, with each step. But he had to keep running. Over the railing, across the street. Don't get run over! He kept running down the block. He knew exactly where he had to get to. The only way to lose the agents was to disappear into a crowd. If only they hadn't picked this day to play their game, then Aidan wouldn't have to run all around the city hoping to find a large gathering. He had always been good at losing tails. Somehow, his profile was just that low. But he couldn't lose trained agents whose job was to specifically catch guys like him. It was too much to ask of any intelligence officer, let a lone a rookie. Why me?!
Why you? Well I told you, didn't I? Your history and your tests make you perfect for this. Come on. You're not intel, you never worked for the CIA or Mossad. You're just some guy with a bit of a shady past. Okay, a lot shady past. But that's the point. You fit IN with them. You know how to work under some pretty bad conditions, which means you'll be more than just some asset for them. You'll be a leader. And a leader is what WE need, and what they'll want. See, you know people who can get stuff in places that would never be allowed to make it in the first place. Hell, you KNOW how to do it yourself. That's why we hired you. Because you're resourceful like that. We can't waste your capabilities on just finding skips for us. There's bigger fish to fry here, and you could do some real good for the Foundation.
Aidan bumped into a woman and they both fell. Without a word exchanged between them he stood up and kept running, crushing her arm with his foot as he sprinted. He had no time to apologize. There was no time for decency or respect. His freedom, or rather his life, was on the line. He didn't care anymore who he hurt. He turned right around the corner and saw it. Protestors. Chanting. They yelled the name of an unfortunate soul who'd been killed through negligence. They wanted justice and for him and many others. Aidan didn't care though, he just needed to lose his tail. His morals were out the window at this point, and he knew that the protest was about to turn into a riot. That was the point. It would be impossible for the agents to follow him into this crowd, and once it started to riot, which it was looking like it was about to happen, he was home free. So Aidan ran, almost barreling through the crowd, to perceived safety.
You'll have a head start of about three hours. Get your shit, and run. Yeah, you won't have very much time. The moment you leave this facility, the timer starts. We'll try to delay them as much as possible, but you need to get whatever you can, and then run. Run as fast as you can. Get in a car, drive. Whatever. It doesn't matter. Just. Do. Not. Get. Caught. You need to make your way to Connecticut and meet with the guy. If you can do that, you're good to go. The Insurgency is looking for ANY information on the Foundation. So you bring in this good intel to them? They'll welcome you, I promise you that. And no, you don't need to know what's on it. Best you don't…
He shoved his way through the crowd. His breathing was too heavy, he felt like he needed to take his mask off. But he didn't. He did, however, feel like his stomach may not be able to hold its contents much longer. He wasn't used to sprinting for so long. The training he'd received was pretty extensive, but he was no operator.
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