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14:21:26 Server Emergency SecureComm link established
14:21:26 Server Killtimer set to 4h
14:21:26 Server Nobackup mode set
14:21:26 Oseer-255 Report in
14:23:02 Admin-25546 Gotta be more specific there, pal. Report what?
14:23:28 Svisor-255 We just received an emergency alarm from your site.
14:23:47 Svisor-255 eMTFs enroute, ETA 21 minutes
14:27:25 Admin-25546 Minor electrical fire. All under control. No need for eMTF.
14:27:59 Svisor-255 eMTF will investigate according to standard protocol. Stay on high alert until they arrive.
14:28:39 Admin-25546 No need. Turn them around. You're wasting resources on nothing.
14:28:57 Svisor-255 I am obliged to respond the every emergency alarm regardless. You know this.
14:47:12 Svisor-255 [MEMETIC HAZARD FILTERED] Would you kindly report your exact location and identity to this Comm Link?
14:47:12 Svisor-255 [MEMETIC HAZARD FILTERED] Would you kindly prevent others from either removing you from reported location, or counteracting the memetic agent currently afflicting you?
14:47:12 Svisor-255 [MEMETIC HAZARD FILTERED] Would you kindly stay perfectly still and surrender yourself to eMTF Kappa Omicron?
14:47:12 Server Killtimer Disabled.
14:47:12 Server Retroactivebackup mode set
"Al?" Said Delta, raising his eyes from the briefing document in his hands. "This says we're deploying to a state of the art foundation storage facility. But-"
"But we're driving on a dirt road in the middle of the goddamn taiga." Said Alpha, cringing slightly at how much he hated that codename. "It's kinda fucky, I noticed." And fucky things tend to get you killed in this line of work He thought to himself. "Bravo, you sure we're on track?"
"Well the GPS is sure, but-" Bravo turned around from the driver's seat, before being cut off.
"But the dirt road seems fucky. Yeah." Restated Alpha.
"Fucky things tend to get you killed when you work for the foundation" Bravo said Alpha's thoughts out loud. Alpha sighed.
Transcript of Incident 25546-1 Team Leader Kappa Omicron> TacCom-255
Transcript begins with KO entering 25546 site grounds
TLKO: Tactical, uh.. please note suspicious occurence, uh…we have entered the Target area. The briefing doc states that the on-site road should be recently renovated asphalt, however we are now driving on uh… muddy dust road instead. No entry gate nor fence in sight. GPS says we're on track. Over.
TacCom: Roger that, split a buddy team to search for anomalies. Over.
TLKO: Roger. Element red is splitting and investigating, Element gold proceeding to objective. Out.
TLKO: Tactical, Element Gold just got a view of the site, uh… The building does not correspond to the photo in the briefing document, seems to be missing the upper story, and uh… appears to have been abandoned. The uh… humanoid containment complex seems to be missing completely. GPS and Landscape however indicate we are in the right place. Over.
Taccom: Sweep the area. Stay alert for hostile or anomalous activity. Over.
TLKO: Element Red just reported in, uh.. no anomalous activity measured with the dirt road. No signs of aspha- Contact.
TLKO: Unknown subject posing as foundation security guard subdued. Attempted to use an outdated response line. Over.
Taccom: Sweep the main building, be wary of hostiles. Over.
TLKO: Roger, Element Gold moving to breach. Element Blue interrogating suspect. Over.
TLKO: Area cleared, no resistance. Personnel inside the building all posing as foundation staff, not a single one of them knew a valid codephrase. Interior in state of decay, walls covered in mold, site administrator not found, his office seems clear of any documentation. Beginning interrogations, awaiting the arrival of Tech team.
Agent Flores stared into his shot of vodka. It was too small to see the reflection of his entire face in it, but just big enough to see his tired blue eye staring back. He silently moved his head around, to see a small reflection of his greasy hair that were losing their sleek blackness instead slowly taking on a silverish shade. His cheeks, covered with almost a week's worth of not shaving.
He downed the drink in one swift motion, hoping to forget just how old he was becoming.
"Drinking to forget?" Flores's eyes shot over to the bar stool to his left, where now a young russian boy -couldn't be older than twenty three- sat, staring at him with a small grin, expecting an answer.
"In a way" he replied after a short pause.
"Wife left ya?" The boy's grin seemed more empathetic than mocking. Shame, Flores thought to himself, I feel like getting in a fight.
"Never had one"
A longer pause ensued, long enough for Flores to tear the young waitresses attention away from her iPhone and towards pouring him another double vodka. The boy sat quietly the whole time, trying to find something to say.
"It's my birthday" Flores said, surrendering to the silent pressure. "I'm turning fifty one"
"Well, to your health then" The boy replied, clinking his shot glass with the old man's.
"And I wasted my life working for unthankful pieces of shit." Wait, was this the vodka talking? "Bunch of ungrateful, glass eyed paper-pushers." This was definitely the vodka talking. Shit.
"That's tough, man" The boy replied, losing his grin and nodding softly. "Zhenya" he said, extending his right hand to the old man holding back his tears.
"Bob" Agent Flores shook the hand, being too inebriated to think of a better name.
Yet another silent pause fell over them, during which Flores slowly came to the realization that he must give sage advice to the innocent looking boy. "Where do you work, kid?"
"SCP foundation"
What "What?"
"SCP foundation, It's like an american logistics company or something."
What "Wait- sorry, what?" Flores felt how the shock was pushing out all the alcohol from his system. Is somebody playing a prank on me?
"Yeah, they got like a warehouse south of here. When you drive to Kalidovo you turn right after about half an hour -"
Million different thoughts were rushing through his head. "What site?" Wait, fuck, what if he's trying to lure-
"Two hundred and twenty three!" The boy exclaimed, beaming out a wide smile "You heard of it? You're the first one I met who knows about it. They don't even have a website, which is super weird."
Agent Flores was now fully back to his senses- He immediately started evaluating the situation. The boy was either a complete idiot who slept through all his security briefings or-
"You wanna come take a look inside tomorrow? I can give ya a complete tour!"
Flores stared at that radiating smile. No, this kid couldn't be in any kind of a set-up for SCP agents. That smile was just too… stupid looking. And if he was? Well, he might just get the fight he wanted.
