AU
Sorry for the wait, I had a busy week and probably this chapter is worse in quality than the previous one. Don't expect a long chapter next time, I might lack time to even write. When I'm done with [problems] you'll get a chapter every four days, maybe every five days.
25.01.2019 Japan securing mission report.
/Press 'enter' to continue further…
/…
/Documentation loaded. Welcome ! #$%^&*, please select one of the seen below, available for your clearance level, files.
Alpha State:
(*****)-1 [Already Seen]
(*****)-2
(*****)-3
(*****)-4
Beta State:
(*****)-1
Access denied due to recent archiving and editing from dr. Brights directing.
(Not available or your clearance level) State: [Blocked]
(Keyboard sounds)
/...Accessing Alpha State file number (Hidden)-2
/...Loaded.
Ten minutes and twenty-seven seconds after Emily Redfield, and her assistant John (*****) have arrived. The first use of her clearance card was noticed, registered in the database. It has been used to gain access inside the main building, serving the purpose of a temporary main base of operation until the anomaly wouldn't be deemed safe to transport to a full functioning containment site or area.
Both of the Scientists have been guided around the temporary facility. Assistant of dr. Emily has been sent one story higher joining an earlier assigned research team of biologist that took samples from the body of the subject found, including skin tissue, blood samples (see more in addendum number 1-A1).
Emily Redfield was now responsible for giving orders, administration reports, preparing a containment cell for the newly found SCP "Carrot top" called by the staff in a joking way(at the time no official number has been yet assigned) finding a reliable site or area for the newly found SCP. If possible at that time, define its class.
Unfortunately, complications have followed unexpectedly early…
Third Person View
John and Emily have exited the square tent where the broken sword laid. Cold, strong wind blew right into their faces. Emily didn't like cold temperatures, although she never made any clear statements about her hating the winter, or autumn in her life. The air she exhaled thru her nose that turned right away into vapor forming a short-lived cloud of steam.
John didn't care, as long as he is paid, or gets something valuable, has a warm jacket. He might as well after being ordered, help by construction. Daichi followed after them, this time alone as his, so to say, "secret" bodyguards remained inside. Getting in between John and Emily like a third wheel, he went back with them the same way they came.
The guards as they exited to follow the three, received a call by their long-range portable radios to stop their escort as they are needed elsewhere. The four informed of the situation, and went the opposite direction, probably in order to redress and as police officers keep the undesirables away.
After each footstep, a crunchy sound followed. The sandy path they used to go back was wet, only making the sound less crunchy, but more squelchy. The wind moved the remaining leaves of the trees they passed rustling above them, making them adjust their flanges on their clothes to keep the chilly air from their necks.
From a closed area, they again went next to the lake. The three of them could see in the distance, not so far away, the lights meant to illuminate all the surroundings at the heart of this place.
Daichi didn't have much to say, he did his Job and he'll return to it later after Emily and John go meet their discovery. John also tried to get some answers, Daichi Nakamura was easy to break, after the fourth time John without any manners cut in his and Emily's conversation the man spoke aggressively.
"May you please, stop!" His tone raised.
"Alright alright," John backed away with his hands raised.
"John" Emily mentioning his name while looking into the man's eyes, triggering an obedience mode.
"I know, I'm sorry" Rolling his eyes and looked to the side, his eyesight landing on the moving waves of the water.
Up and down, up, going forward, and eventually hitting the shore and disappearing only so that another can come and do the same.
"Almost like life," He thought, inhaling the colds, but fresh air of the surroundings.
Every wave is like human life, it has its peak, and from there like an empire, it goes forwards to eventually start its collapse. What has humanity done? Like the neverending waves fueled by the moons presence and earth movement, humanity by deciding to cross the border of impossibility each time it thought finally there is something it can't reach. Went onward.
Tsunamis are the representation of great people. Bad or good, they've shown power. From Dictators like Hitler to Stalin, to conquerors spreading the influence of his nation, law, ideology, values, technology...For example Napoleon, Aleksander the Great. Humanity did the same, like water making itself a way thru stone by force and never stopping impacts on the cliffs, carving and breaking them.
However…
John in his train of thinking didn't notice, as both he and Emily with Daichi have already arrived. Stopping once only to allow a transport vehicle with five wheels on both sides to drive towards the gate serving both as exit and entrance. Their chopper was gone already, and the reflectors set up to lighten up the place were slowly being replaced by smaller lamps without a metal leg to stand on.
Leaving it on the ground connected to others with a yellow wire, all of them shining brightly. They had more than half a meter in length. Heavy, their shape was round but a flat surface for the light made them look like excellent halves of a cylinder...
/~Data Missing
...Emily and John after arguments make up very quickly, and so was it this time. Emily took out her level four clearance card from the side pocket. She showed it to the MTF guard. They looked almost the same as guards in the foundation, they however rather than have standard guard uniform trousers made from enhanced fibers manufactured in the foundation's factories, usually black in color and very hard to paint.
John knew much about military equipment. Not in the process of making them, however basic information on what is what could always be explained by him. Combat units, or squads meant to deal with electronic and technical problems. Usually had two maybe three dudes with a rucksack.
These guys here, they had a half cover outfit, very dark blue resembling an outfit of SWAT. Like them, they had knee pads, elbow pads, different from normal SWAT. Like the navy seals in the US, they had a MOLLE which stood for Mobile Lightweight Carrying Equipment around their waist. A pistol holster on their hips attached to the belt. A Standard combat helmet with protection glasses.
A bulletproof vest, with a walkie talkie holder on the left side. Cold weather boots matching the color of the rest of the inventory. As to weapons, both had an EMS police baton next to their pistol canister. Their primary weapon? FAMAS' with what it seems to be a longer munition round.
The MTF guard allowed Emily to get closer to the doors, she put her clearance card inside the scanner for a brief moment, the doors opened. With a deep sounding thin beep and metal rubbing against numerous other parts of the entry doors. As she grabbed John by the end of his Jackets sleeve the second MTF guard interfered getting in her way, making Emily stop.
"Separately" The guard spoke with deep bossy voice.
From the outside, John could feel the warm air coming and warming up his face. There was a semicircle green doormat almost reaching the next wall. There was a rainbow square painted, from which each strip of color leads a line. There were seven colors together, three went right and the rest left.
'Quick-Deploy Administration and Logistics Office, low meaning materials depot, dining hall, light armory' Read the colors the lines of went left.
'Entry to the inner ring, Decontamination zone, Lockers-room/Bio supply room. Was written on the right side.
Emily went first and the iron doors closed behind her with a characteristic sound made only by the doors in all of the foundation's sites and areas. The MTF guard took a step aside to the left for John, who did the same thing as Emily. John went inside after they have opened and saw Emily standing facing the doors with her coat off.
The first thing he felt while inside, is that it was way warmer, at least twenty seven degrees Celsius. He also began to take off his jacket. John had checked shirt, a weak flavor of his perfumes could be smelled. Sauvage Dior.
"Right or left?" John asked putting his clearance card back in his pocket. Emily tilted her head right and went there. It was a clear sign and John followed her. The floor was made from a metal sheet with small insets.
There was every four meters a small light on the ceiling. The interior itself was grey, with cables and white pipelines running under the lines guiding to certain parts of the building. Everything was tightly insulated, but the vents which stood in a row of three on the hem between the ceiling and the wall separating the inside from the outside.
A set of pallets was put up against the wall, they've missed a fire extinguisher placed next to the internal hydrant. Some dirty planks, something covered by a blue tarpaulin. A camera that monitored the hallway, being the same model as most of the times the foundation uses to install it their facilities. Both Emily and John didn't know what model it was.
They walked less than half a minute to meet the first staff personnel. It was again a guard, this time heavily armed with thicker armor and dark green camouflage. Matching the colors of the forest. His helmet completely hid his face, the weapon he carried looked like a M16, the difference from a standard M16 was this version looked slightly futuristic with softer edges and a gloss. The affordability and function of the fuse is in the form of a shield, the same thing is the good old P90.
The one stock of the rifle was longer than in most heavy rifles. The magazine was round, and thick, making the gun resemble a PPSz used by Soviet soldiers. If to guess, at least sixty sixty-five fit into the magazine. It had a holographic sight, although it could be a different kind.
Now, the guard, imagine a soldier with equipment worth ten million dollars. But because of budget cuts, he was given worse, yet still superior to known to the public equipment. That's what he looked like. Then again, it could be she, however, nothing gave a sign of a female in the outfit.
The guard stood in front of another set of doors, this time made from glass. On the other side, you could see many kinds of researchers sitting in front of computers, with headphones on, calling and sending messages. Sadly they were placed in such a way, they blocked the possibility of a clear view.
Right next to the doors on the left side were stairs also from metal leading to the higher level of the building. Unfortunately, the people inside passing by made it impossible to know what's actually in the middle. Dressed in long white outfits, often with a light blue shirt and a tie. And an identifier badge often together with their clearance card attached to the upper side left the pocket.
Definitely, there was a wooden footbridge. A round, area was designated and blocked off by transparent material. She could see a lot of medical equipment inside. Seven if not more people were in there. A medical table with surgical equipment. The middle was illuminated by a set of lamps with led light bulbs.
A camera was placed from the right side, with no one operating it just attached with screws aimed directly at the middle, it was big, perhaps as big as a human arm. Its up to personal interpretation either it was some sort of professional video camera or maybe something different.
The structure was made round to resemble a snow globe like chamber. From under the base of it, connectors; for power, or that scientists may see what the team inside was looking at went all the way to the displays of the observers.
The staff inside was protected by heavily armed personnel, not different from the guard outside, standing roughly ten meters apart ready to shoot.
The frame of the glass doors was silvery, the hinges painted yellow. Under a thin layer of glass across the two sliding doors opening to the inside was an inscription. About in the middle with an underline in dark red color. Inner Ring
"Umm...Hello-" Emily started, to be cut off by the guard
"No entry without proper clothing" The voice was definitely male.
"I hav-"
"Either you go to the locker room and have proper clothing as the regulations require or none of you will enter"
Emily sighed, John just tried to get some details drastically looking at the middle. No doubt the SCP they're going to see in a minute was lying there, sleeping. Knowing the foundation, they already have his blood type, know how old he is, know of what ethnicity, eye color, age.
He didn't catch anything new worth noting, on the right side, almost opposite of where he was standing, seemed to be a study with a semi-circle desk set in by the right wall. So that from a good angle (seventy-five degree) you could both look at the work of the researches and dismiss anyone who comes in. Nobody sat there, protected by a layer of glass. With the additional cover of a metallic skeleton that didn't cover much of the view on the middle. With a computer, two monitors from Asus? He didn't know for sure.
They dug a half meter fall around the middle leaving only the footbridge as the way inside the extra bubble around the subject. There was a barrier that obviously protected from falling off. Why did they make it was, for now, a mystery for John and Emily.
As John followed Emily and changed his viewpoint to look from the right, he saw another entry, like the one he is by on the opposite. Probably somewhere before the logistics and administration office made to record complaints, requests, less-important reports, and was responsible for stable internet access, electricity, supplies, food, clothing, basically the only way the foundation had entirely hidden from the public access inside the most important point of this park.
A group of men and women stood before a long white school slab, with different things written on it. On the left side of the inner area, taking notes. No doubt they were physicists who specialized in force fields. A picture of an orange stick man and around him circles resembling the valence shells of an atom.
In simple words, the inner area. Was a mixture of an office, a scientific laboratory, that was responsible for constant watch over the, supposedly, human entity from a different dimension. The generator room was probably somewhere else. Could be it was on the outside, most cables seemed to go from under the metallic floor so that nobody might trip and fall.
Attention!
/...A long moment of no interaction was noticed, please click anything so that the report won't close automatically.
(Hitting space)
Both of the researches went to the locker room, inside they met two men and a woman that was supposed to hand them their clothing. John (*****) was given time to dress up in the bio supply room changing room. Emily Redfield received her outfit, it was entirely red rather than white. She kept her green sweater. She received a private locker separate from the other painted red too with the SCP logo sticker on it.
She placed her coat there, and other unnecessary objects, these were for example, keys to her home, car keys, a napkin, and one American cent etc.
John (*****) Received a type B hazmat suit for biological/biochemist scientists, without a full covering mask. Both of them took the exit and went to the inner area. John (*****) Was sent one story higher to observe and help in observation of bacteria, and internal fluids taken from the subject.
Emily Redfield after entering was warmly welcomed by senior researcher Michael Otegawa, an American-Japanese agent and manager that was responsible for the smooth communication and translations between American and Japanese databases, he often served as a censor preparing very well edited records for lower level workers.
She was shown her office and took the lead of the operation, she immediately began looking thru what the subordinates have gathered. Emily Redfield was firstly congratulated by a memo directly from the O5 giving her the first SCP she will constantly take care of.
The message was written in the name of the O5 council and copy pasted with her name in the blank spaces that were left to be filled together with correct pronouns. Later she read about who she had to work with.
There was no doubt that she was facing a human SCP. It was a man, the documents she received had photos. A report on the description of the man was on a completely different sheet of paper.
The SCP, was probably a sixteen years old teenager boy, determined by doctors who performed a quick examination(yet to confirm). With orange hair reaching his shoulders, that made him different from most humans on the planet that lacked such natural shade. He was one meter seventy-five centimeters tall. With athletic physique very rarely seen especially in his age group.
The object had brown chocolate eyes, no scars, no signs of any damage. His eyes reacted to the light changing. The teenager breathed, his heart rate was slow together with low blood pressure below sixty. A roentgen showed the bone structure that matched the skeleton of the human body perfectly.
Nothing unhuman was about him, but the distinguishing feature of his hair color. Emily Redfield before reading the information about the subject, said, heard and reported by a level zero worker meant to sweep the floor, that she thought of the teenager to be cute.
There was a second document, this time describing unnatural qualities of the subject. Emily Redfield examined with curiousness the report on a field of gravitational pull around the boy five meters in radius. At first, the radius was twenty-five when securing the subject. The pressure was three and a half times higher than right now. At midnight, the field changed its strength and radius, the reason for that is unknown.
The use of exoskeletons was needed so that the engineering units and builders setting the building could work without disadvantages. Air particles became denser, and oxygen was almost excluded, leaving only air with ten percent oxygen, and about eighty-nine percent nitrogen making it very difficult to breathe.
Some workers suffered from internal bleeding, blackouts, loose of consciousness. Only one example of a heart attack that happened to a fifty years old builder with heart cancer that was later found in an early process of development. It's unsure either it was caused by the teenager, or if only the conditions caused by the boy have made it possible for a heart attack.
Emily Redfield ordered for an experiment of again taking a blood sample after she read, that the skin of the subject required a special variant of hypodermic syringe designed for biological entities with very hard/thick skin. They worked like a drill, the needle would spin, and be injected into the body. Piercing the skin and walls of the vein.
As to casualties...Two of such needles have been destroyed, making the foundation lose about ten thousand dollars. One death, partial cover for medical treatment for workers who suffered because of their interaction with the teenage SCP field of radius.
The damage caused by the impact of the SCP, is estimated to be about sixty million dollars. Many homes are left without electricity, water supply, gas, tv signal. The destroyed machinery of both heavy/light industry and advanced technologies haven't yet been counted in. Not to mention the evacuation process, social help funded by the state, supposed theft of property while evacuating the area.
At approximately 4 AM, Emily Redfield started segregation of all the reports, her small office, hosted a lot of scientists and receptionists, observators, specialized in their work individuals and messengers who constantly brought new information of the state of the teenager or what was going on in the park. She called for the major heads of all the groups, and discussed together with, the best location for the boy.
The vast majority said that site eighty-eight would be perfect as long as they don't know if the subject will be aggressive, pacifist, neutral or open for cooperation. Only some proposed site nineteen. Emily decided against the majority and sent a request to prepare a cell in site nineteen, her excuse being:
"I have trust in him"
This made her advisors question if she was the right person to be the one choosing. The good news is, or was at that time. That John (*****) Has finished his task of getting familiar with the subject. Peripheral blood morphology, blood film, a study on the analysis of plasma composition, and other.
The results were interesting. It appeared that the subject wasn't in need of any outside interference. Iron, chloride, lekucite were in the norm. Erythrocyte Sedimentation Rate didn't show anything wrong. Emily Redfield ordered to perform doppler examination of the heart, and afterward electroencephalography.
Her assistant told her the following:
#The Subject, didn't appear to have any problem with cholesterol
#(See addendum A1-1-BIO)
#He didn't suffer from AIDS or any other possible sexually transmittable disease
#Blood of the subject after getting with contact with weak neurotoxins didn't get affected.
#The Blood of the subject seemed to be very durable
#"Staph" bacteria hasn't been able to get the iron in red blood cells from the subject's body
Emily Redfield has ordered her assistant to try and perform a waking up procedure. A hidden microphone in the room installed in the back of the monitor had registered John (*****) vulgary comment in response and has been punished with a fine of ten thousand dollars, plus restriction of movement in home facility for two weeks. Also, a 3% tax has been put for next six month on the scientist. When buying; food, water or beverages, clothes, office supplies etc. The tax doesn't include the paycheck. The money will be designated to charity, or to the Foundations budget.
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Oh! Fuck you, this is bullshit! Why me?!
No worker, is to respond with vulgarity to their superior. In private chats, it's up to the person, but while on duty, it is punished.
Addendum A1-1-BIO
Bacteria found in the subjects body, saliva, surface of the skin tissue and blood. Has not been in any way different from already known to humanity bacteria.
There is a possibility that the boy comes from a different world that has many features of our own world, one of these, for example, being microorganisms.
Further tests will likely take place. In order to check if the durability of the bacteria is the same as the durability of the subject's blood. If the test turns out positive. The subject will have to be "cleaned".
Comment:
"Let's hope they won't, and if they will. Might SCP 343 be merciful, and have faith no one will give the samples to 049 or put it in 914"
AU
I tried something new in this chapter. I used the (Data Missing) to use it as a time skip. Now, I suspect that many will accuse me of simply not wanting to spend time on the details, and that I am a lazy person etc. Well, here, yes just for this occasion I made this and actually cut a part out of the story. Tell me in the reviews if you'd like to see some instances of me using this as a time skip excuse. Or rather not, so that I can avoid unnecessary arguments.
Note that, if something isn't described, doesn't mean it will never be. It will. I'll tell you when it happens and explain my masterplan, you will perhaps notice earlier.
Now, big thanks to Accursius for a long and helpful review. If you have more, then spank me hard, I won't let a tear fall down for the fat burns you can provide me with.
New reader...If you want to help me improve, and you have a heart, then write the review, I don't take it too personally, I have a lot of distance to myself. Like Foundation, I aim for the best quality.
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