Howdy folks! This is Orakle your run the mill author bringing you chapter 10 of this fanfic. So first I want to thank all of you for this incredible support. So thank y'all for those favs/follows and reviews. But first some little things.
1- I am really sorry for the small and inconsistent AN and error/typo filled text last chapter. I corrected and wrote the AN, 30 minutes before school in the morning. Sorry.
2- To be honest, I never thought to go so far. So actually most of my plot is created on the fly. Like the characters sometimes.
3- Reviews!
doomqwer: Glad you liked it!
awardedall: Some reasons to this: Touma is no stranger to death. He already killed people and seen extremely violent things, like when Othinus created millions of alternated worlds to torture him. And I thing slaughters and massacres were no strangers to those worlds. And even then its in the action with adrenaline rushing through. However, you may expect things to come tumbling, tumbling, tumbling down at one point.
Mr.X (buddy, we gotta talk.):
1- Yeaaaaaah. Sorry about that. Mixed up Monika Weiss from R6 and this Monika. Sorry. Her name is indeed Monika Engel.
2- To be honest backpedaled, as I see it, bring a lot more panic and feelings to this action. Whereas I think moved and stepped back sounds well... bland and casual.
4- (skipping 3 for later) Maaaaaaaaaybe.
5- Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe.
6- Maaaaaaaybe.
3- Alright. Buddy. We gotta talk. *Breathes deeply* boi. You've been a faithful reader of this fic, which is great. But. Those suggestions. Gang rape? Female measurements? Clinical sex? This is making me uncomfortable. Really. It's uncomfortable. You know I may put very light sexual content at one point or another. Not a lemon but I will probably be talking about sexuality at one point or another. There will be implicit mention about it, there will be sexy things. But if I do it. I do it as I wish. I love your reviews about the story, I love your opinions about romance, I really do. But not about sexual contents. Even more when it is as frequent and disturbing. I know everyone has its fetishes, it's normal, I do have my ones. But that's enough, that's where I draw the line. Stop putting sexual contents in your comments or they will not be answered/read. Keep reviews about the story if you wish to. I love it. But stop putting sexual contents.
Sincerely, with the hope you understood my opinion.
Orakle.
Under a bridge, in Chicago, a woman in a business suit waited. Her black suit was perfectly tailored for her and expensive jewelry could be seen on her person. Behind her were two tall, muscled man in suits with black glasses. She was looking at her watch with gritted teeth.
"He is not early by five minutes." She grumbled. "And I have to stay here in this stinking place, urrrgh."
She paced around and exactly five minutes, the two men behind as silent as a stone, she checked her watch once more.
"It's exactly the time we had agreed upon, where is he?"
"Right here." Said a voice behind her.
She turned to face the voice, nearly jumping out of her skin. She was faced by the sight of a young man, she could not really tell his age. He seemed shaved and seemed to wear jeans and a leather jacket. He held in his hand a beige tweed cap. The woman composed herself in a ladylike manner.
"Greeting, may I ask you from where you come from? I did not see you coming." She asked.
"I just came from down there." He pointed at the road behind him.
She threw a look at her goons, who shrugged.
"How many do you think it is worth?"
"Pardon?"
"Your cap, it is obviously this item that hid you from mine and my associates' view. How many do you think it is worth?"
"Nothing is worth this." He said, boring his eyes into hers.
She sighed, she knew it was useless to insist.
"Very well. Should we proceed to the exchange?" She asked.
The man did not answer but handed her an envelope, which she took.
"You can check if you want."
"There is no need for this, I am sure there is no need for that. Our sponsors are both trustful partners, are they not?" She asked innocently.
"Of course." Said the man with gritted teeth.
She giggled. She then crooked her finger at one of the goons, who approached and handed the man a suitcase. The buyer opened it and checked the inside, his face briefly illuminated by a purple glow. He closed the case, nodded his head.
"Thank you, for choosing Marshall, Carter & Dark. Number one seller and buyer of anomalous items in this dimension and many others. It was a pleasure to do business with you." Said the woman.
He nodded and departed, the woman blinked, she knew he was still in front of her but her brain told her he was not. And soon, she ignored the retreating man completely, forgetting he was even here.
"How much was in the envelope?" She asked.
"Five million, madame. Just as we agreed." He said presenting a scanner.
"Good, let's get out of here, I have real contracts to sign." She said, sighing, a Rolls Royce coming to greet her.
A CERTAIN SCP
G.L was walking in the streets of Chicago, the Windy City did bear its name as he sometimes struggled to advance under the heavy wind. All ignored him as he slithered through the streets of the metropolis. Finally, he arrived at a rundown building, an old woman with blond dyed hair was smoking on the stairs. He removed his cap.
"Hi, Lilian." He greeted.
"Hi, hon, how you doing?" Said the woman getting up and hugging him, not fazed by his sudden appearance.
He smiled and hugged back.
"Great. Jordan's here?"
"Yeah, yeah he's upstairs with Kendrick. Oh and don't mind the missing parts of the wall."
"Yeah... right."
He climbed the stairs and opened the door, who nearly fell off its hinges as he pushed it. He then climbed up the first flight of stairs, where, indeed, parts of the wall were missing, letting the sunlight filter through. As he arrived at the first landing he knocked at the door. Loud music could be heard from across the door, he knocked a second time after a minute. Two minutes and three attempts later and he pushed the door open.
He entered the apartment, which was well kept compared to the rest of the building with light orange walls and well-lit rooms. The apartment was, however, a mess with fast food boxes, dirty clothes, and other miscellaneous items spread on the floor or random furniture.
On the couch of the living room were two men in their early twenties. One was black with dreadlocks while the other was white with black hair pulled back in a man bun. They were currently smoking from a bong, the smoke climbed up the ceiling and obscured the room. One of them, nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw G.L.
"Hey, G.L, wassup bro?" Said the other, calmly. "Wanna take a joint?" He said, pointing at a small pyramid of the mentioned drugs.
G.L nodded and the man threw him the joint, which he lighted and took a small drag of. As the smoke rose in the air, G.L spoke.
"I need your help, dudes."
"With what brother?" Asked the one with dreadlocks.
"With the Chicago Specter, Kendrick."
The two froze.
"The Specter, brother, you know with who you're messing with?" Asked the one with an bun, Jordan.
"Yeah, I need something from them. And they won't give it or sell it to me."
"You wanna rob'em? Nah, I'm outta this brother. Ain't no one who messes with the Specter on their turf."
"C'mon, Even with the Hand's help?"
The two stopped once more.
"What. L.S sent you some shit?" Asked Kendrick.
"Yeah, that." He showed the cap. "This." He showed what was inside the case, the two whistled "And we will have some support from MC&D. Real shit, mercenaries and all."
"The Merchants?"
"Yes, our interests align, the Specter has betrayed them. Loss in the dozens of billions, or something like this. A simple lake drought in their ocean of wealth but they want to send a message. I mean, if you guys come then we'll rob'em blind. Zero fuck up chances."
The two men still hesitated.
"If not for me or you. At least for your kind and the Hand."
Kendrick and Jordan took a deep drag from the bong.
"Kay." Simply replied Jordan.
G.L nodded, fist-bumped them and exited the building. The sun was shining. Good.
A CERTAIN SCP
The return to Site-19 was done in silence. The tired team was not really talking, Mary had patched up Touma's head wound. The bullet had done nothing serious but the loss of blood had still been serious due to the great number of blood flowing through Touma's head.
When they arrived at the Site, Team Gamma went for their bunks while Wanda accompanied Touma to his chamber. She stepped inside with him. He turned, surprised to see her enter it.
"Wh-"
"Are you okay?" She said caressing the side of his head with her hand.
"Yeah... yeah. Don't worry."
"I nearly had a heart attack when that terrorist shot you."
"Don't worry Aho saved me." He laughed, scratching the back of his head.
"But not me... I'm sorry I should have protected you better." She said, casting her eyes downward. "I fail at protecting those I should."
"No you did not, nothing that happened was your fault."
Wanda narrowed her eyes.
"I slipped, I didn't see him coming. I should have. Should have killed him before. You were lucky that Aho shot him."
"Nobody is perfect, if you weren't here, who knows how many would have slipped from the others' sight."
She sighed.
"Maybe. Doesn't mean I like it."
"It's okay, we're only human after all." He said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. She smiled.
"I suppose you are right. Well, I have to go. You should rest."
"Yeah, later."
He waved his hand as she retreated, she returned the gesture and once more he was alone in his stark white cell.
A CERTAIN SCP
"You see, I told you this would work just fine." Proclaimed The Administrator, twirling his cane with a jovial smile, before resting his two hands on it.
He was in a conference in the O5's meeting room. 1, 2, 4, 9, 12 and 13 were the only one physically present, the others were actually holograms. However the resemblances between a hologram and a flesh and bones human were uncanny.
"I am still not convinced. It can still go wrong, we were so sure with 076, but it ended with a slaughter." Said 1.
2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 11, 12 and 13 nodded in agreement. Practically all the Council except for 4, 8 and 9 were in agreement with 1.
"This deployment was reckless, just because it succeeded does not mean Alpha-9, in particular Team 'Imagine Breakers', is a reliable Mobile Task Force."
"Come on, 1, they did it. They rescued two high ranking figures of the USA. I mean the States are even more in our debt now. We got more strings to pull, the UIU is becoming less and less loyal to the President, and now looks to us, us and no one else." The Administrator exclaimed, pointing his cane at random points.
6's hologram slammed his hands on the table, with no effect and got up.
"This operation was made without our consent or knowledge. We had agreed we would advise first to deploy Alpha-9."
11 also intervened.
"Their training is not even finished and you send them in a terrorist situation? Zero even got wounded. And you." He turned to face 9 "You agreed to this?! I know you Ruskies love your suicide wave tactics but..."
9 fiercely glared at him and cut him off.
"Listen here žestjanka, you really think I didn't try to stop this. I didn't agree to that but had no choice."
"And General Bowe?" Asked the cat O5. "He agreed to this folly?"
"Bowe was more than excited to send Team Gamma in this mission, who met a resounding success." Revealed the Administrator.
"Of course." Sighed 6.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, who is with the immediate deployment of MTF Alpha-9 'Last Hope' on multiple missions."
Two hands rose immediately, belonging to 4 and 9. After a moment 8's hand rose to. The Administrator waited for the other members of the Council to put their hands up but none did.
"Seriously? Seriously?" He said, searching for other allies. "But how am I going to justify their reputation? With all those rumors about them."
"What!?" Shouted 1. "What reputation and rumors?
The Administrator chuckled uncomfortably, like a kid who was caught, hand in the cookie jar.
"Bowe and I may have told some of the incredible feats MTF Alpha-9 will accomplish to some personnel. And I think it got twisted in feats Alpha-9 had accomplished."
"Bordel." Sighed 5. "And to say I spent so much time tracking the origin of leaks about this 'awesome MTF that is one of the Foundation's most valuable assets but shush cause it's top secret'."
"Well, they will be one of the most valuable assets."
The entirety of the Council glared at him. Suddenly just as The Administrator was about to call the end of the session something on the wall appeared. 'Let us out!' was written in big bold red letters, it was no ink since the letters were dripping. A strong odor of blood and rot assaulted his nose. The Administrator backpedaled and nearly lost his footing. Pure fear clutching his stomach. A guard sprang in action, catching The Administrator, but he just waved him off, the feeling and the writing had disappeared.
"Sir, are you alright?" Asked 1, genuine concern shining in his eyes.
"This body is old, my friend. Just a little head-spin, nothing else."
1 nodded, his eyes still filled with concern. The O5s looked at each other, unsure.
"Rest assured, my friends, this old body of mine is still solid as a rock. And on this note, I officially close this session. Good day and night to you." Said The Administrator.
All O5s left, bidding their farewells. The Administrator went back to his study. He sat at his wooden oak desk and took a file. It was detailed in great lengths a plan codenamed 'Acceptance'.
"So let's see, spread rumors for a rise of popularity toward Alpha-9, check, send a Team on a mission without the Council's agreement, check, the Team succeeds, check, gloat over it, check, convince the Council to give the full go for Alpha-9, nope." Muttered The Administrator
He laid back in his chair, put his feet on the desk, stomping many papers and folders, and took a pipe, lighted it and began to smoke it.
"Ah, still have to work on that. What could I do, what could I do?" He pondered.
His gaze drifted to a folder on his desk. CONFIDENTIAL was printed thrice in red. The number 008 was on the top corner. The Administrator's face was split in two by a grin. Ideas kept piling up.
"Dear me, you are a genius!" He cackled.
A CERTAIN SCP
Iris Thompson aka SCP-105 was currently shooting at the shooting range, she took aim at the target and with precision placed one shot in the head, one in the heart, one in the liver and emptied the clip on different parts of the body.
"Not bad." Said another female next to Iris.
She was a tall white woman in her late thirties. Her dark brown hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore shades that fell low enough to allow her black eyes to be seen. Her eyes spoke of mischief. She wore a black suit with a tie and black skinny pants. Her figure could be considered by many to be, as she herself put it 'sexy as hell'.
"Give me that." She asked Iris, who handed her the gun.
She took it, loaded it, and aimed it at a new target. In barely three seconds all the vitals of the target had been shot, another target had also been aimed at, and if they had been alive, they would have died without understanding how. The woman approached the barrel of the gun near her lips and blew on it.
"Show off." Muttered Iris.
The woman's only response was a snarky smile.
"Agent Andrea S. Adams is requested at Dr. Clef's office." Came a voice from a nearby inter-phone.
Adrea rolled her eyes.
"I guess we'll have to cut this short, later." She said to Iris.
"Yeah, later."
Adrea departed for Clef's office. Passing through the different tunnels of the Site she finally arrived at her destination. After passing two identity checks she finally entered the doctor's office. She knocked on the door and opened it.
Inside was a man, maybe a few years older than her. He was ginger with mismatched eyes, one blue and the other green. A wide-brimmed hat rested on his head, a ukelele was propped against the chair he was in and he sported a beer belly. Said belly was covered by a white shirt with an open lab coat upon it, a short tie was around the man's neck. He could be described by many as ugly, with dropping cheeks, many freckles, and a fat nose.
"Ah, Adams, finally."
The two both had a small grin on their face, their eyes both spoke of mischief.
"Missed me, Clef?" She asked.
"Who would?" He asked, badly acting as bewildered by such a question.
Adams rolled her eyes.
"Don't tell me you called me just to shake you out of your loneliness."
"If I did I would have chosen a more pleasant company."
"Oh, because, I'm not?"
Asked Adams, putting one of her long legs on the Clef's desk. Clef could not help but drop his eyes to look at Adams's leg with a certain interest. Her grin got wider. The man with odd eyes coughed and shook out of his staring. He threw a dark glare at Adams before speaking.
"We're soon going to get on the field." Declared Clef.
"Perfect, maybe you'll finally die." Said Adams venomously.
"I'm too badass for that, sweet cheeks."
"Call me that one more time and the last solid thing you will for the rest of your life will be your teeth."
"Alright, alright. But seriously. Are you ready? Do you feel you can use it."
Adams looked away, a determined look settling.
"Yes."
"Let's put that to the test." He said, getting up. He gestured to Adams to follow him.
They exited the office and made it to another wing of the Site. On their way, they ignored the awed, scared and strange look given by the different people of the Site. They walked calmly, head held high. They finally arrived after minutes of walking to a door guarded by two sentries, they checked their DNA prints, keycards and let them enter the password, their fingers ready to pull the trigger of their rifles. As all checks were positive, the two men relaxed and let them pass, without a word.
Adams and Clef entered a small locker room, Clef took a turn right and entered another room while Adams opened a locker, after entering a password and took out a suit. She stripped, leaving only her lower undergarments and slipped in the suit. It was black with red highlights around the hips, the side of the legs and the neck. The suit was tight fitting and at she found it to leave no room for imagination. She took a helmet and slipped it under her arms before exiting the locker room. The helmet was also black and had a futuristic look to it, it was long, with a full-face () visor and covered her entire head, the SCP logo was etched on both sides.
She took a turn left and entered a large compound. There was a shooting range, a giant climbing wall, a crash test zone, and different contraptions.
"Ready to roll kitty cat?" Asked Clef, his voice transmitted by wireless earphones.
"Ready to kick ass." She answered. "Also yours if you continue like that."
In an observation bay above Clef nodded, a smile forming on his face.
"Preparation for phase one."
Adams slipped the helmet, sealing herself from the world. A bright explosion of color nearly blinded her, she closed her eyes as she saw every color specter in existence. Quickly she willed the suit to filter her view to normal and she opened her eyes. Her sight had become once more normal, before her Head-Up Display began to show her different information, such as her vitals and a minimap of her environment. Her suit activated and she felt her body change, her strength develops, her sight became more accurate and her reflex sharpen.
"Preparation over. Initiating phase one." She announced.
"Understood."
Adams sprang into action and began to run toward the first zone, she skidded to a halt as several devices activated. Each sprang from the ground and showed different pictures, with strange colorful patterns. Those were cognitohazard images, also known as memetic hazards. Those images were able to trigger different reactions from humans and other living creatures. Those were Berryman-Langford hazards, known for their immediate lethality. Where one would have closed his eyes in the hope of surviving, Adams widened her eyes and observed intently each image. After a few moments, the voice of Clef could be heard.
"Phase one, success. Good job, you didn't even flinch. Initiate phase two." Complimented Clef.
She nodded and ran at full speed, her HUD indicated her the speed. Sixty miles per hour, or one hundred kilometers, she arrived at the giant climbing wall which measured a good ten meters and climbed it in a few seconds, she already jumped ten meters high and used the plugs to climb at inhuman speed. She reached the top and jumped. She landed with a deafening boom in the center of the landing target.
"You could lose a few pounds Adams, you seem heavy." Snickered Clef.
"Say the man with a beer belly." Countered Adams.
"Yeah, yeah, you women are the one watching your weight."
"Pig."
"Phase three, fatty. Don't break the triggers."
"Initiating, asshole."
She broke once more into a full sprint and took a rifle from a table. It was an American standard M14. She took it and faced the shooting range. Targets popped up quickly, staying no more than three seconds but she managed to put in each target at least ten bullets. When her clip ran dry she reloaded with dexterity in a fraction of second. This continued until she ran out of clips, with her left hand she deftly took a handgun. It was silvery and blocky. She once again fire without taking aim, she let her instincts, her body guide her. For an observant, it would seem the targets were just too quick to disappear. But for her it was just fine, the targets were fast to appear and disappear, but she was much, much faster. Soon a green light buzzed and the voice of Clef invaded her ear once again.
"Perfect score. Not bad, but I would've done better." He said haughtily.
"Yeah, yeah." She rolled her eyes. "Initiate phase four."
"Initiating."
She walked to another shooting range, a small pedestal sprang from the ground. On it was a large, blocky rifle, it was futuristic looking with a matte black color and a smooth design. The cannon was large and she reminisced what Clef told her about the weapon.
"Basically it's a Warhammer 40K Bolter rifle." Said Clef, presenting with a sarcastic bow the rifle.
"A what?" Deadpanned Adams. "I'm not a nerd."
"It's a big fucking rifle. It fires .65 caliber explosive round, 16.50 millimeter, if you prefer, at nine hundred and fifty bullets a minute. It's pretty much a miniature automatic grenade launcher. Well, the recoil is a bitch but the suit should handle that."
"Now you speak my language." Said Adams with a grin. "So that's what I'll use against the White Suits?"
"Yes. But remember-"
"I only have fifty percent of chance to win against one and a STRIKE Teams use ten suits. I know."
"Normally you should be fine since the GOC shouldn't be that much of a problem. But still... With 105 and 073, they might try something."
Opening her eyes she took the rifle, aimed and fired at the popping targets. Those ones were made of thick plates of steel. However, before the massive firepower of the Mark 19 carbine, they were torn into pieces. The explosive shells tore through the plates with ease, and soon, thirty metal plates were reduced to smoking husks. Adams put the rifle back on the table and asked to initiate the final phase of the test:
"Initiate phase five."
"You sure?" He said it, softer than his previous statements.
"I can handle it. Don't worry." She said half a smile on her face.
"I'm just worried about the suit."
"Of course you are."
She walked to another part of the testing area. In the observation bay, Clef dialed on a keyboard and pushed the Enter key. A minigun jutted from the ground and turned to face Adams, who steeled and lowered herself. The minigun began to spit its deadly payload and quickly the area was filled by the sound of gunfire. The fifty calibers Browning tore through the air and landed on Adams. The suit held fast and none of the bullets penetrated it. However, the pain of the impact was still here, despite no damage being inflicted. She gritted her teeth and held her ground, not budging as the bullets ricocheted on her. Satisfied Clef dialed another number and pressed Enter. A Barret .50 Anti Material Sniper Rifle was now pointed at Adams and fired at her leg. Pain rippled through her and she had to close her eyes, a small cry of pain escaping her lips. But she held her ground. A second Anti Material bullet hit her in the chest, she coughed from the impact, luckily no blood came out. The third and final shot was to the head. Her world exploded in white as searing pain coursed through her body, making her scream. She backpedaled but soon recovered, her breathing heavy. She exhaled loudly.
"Phase f-"
She could not finish her phrase as a piano fell on her. She was crushed under the massive wooden furniture, a loud crack was heard through the area. For a few seconds, nothing happened.
"You alright?" Asked Clef. "Do you need a strong man to help you?" No answer. "Or are you really a simple paper pushing desk jockey eye candy?" He taunted.
His answer came in the form of a thrown piano. The furniture bounced harmlessly on the glass of the bay and fell back, this time destroyed for good. A panting Adams could be seen in the test area.
"Fuck you, you sexist piece of trash."
"Me? Sexist? Just with you." He chuckled.
"I will get my payback. How many pianos do you even have? This is the second time you dropped one on me."
"Details, details." Said Clef, dodging the question. "Let's get back to my office."
Adams acknowledged the order and left the area going back to the locker room. She entered it at the same time as Clef. She removed her helmet and made eye contact with Clef, or rather tried to as she noticed his eyes dropping lower than her face.
"Face is up here. Pervert. Didn't get laid enough? Not surprising, you probably never did."
Clef looked at her face a Cheshire grin on his face.
"You know, you look like you're making some moves on me with that suit." He said, approaching her.
"Oh, am I?" She answered, strutting toward him.
She pulled on his tie and they both got closed to each other. Their faces were close, their lips barely a breath apart. They stayed like that for a few moments, lingering, and even drawing closer to each other. Until Adams pushed him back and shoved him out of the room.
"Now, get out and let me dress!"
As Clef exited the locker room, he tipped his wide hat and declared with a booming voice.
"Ladies, they can't resist me."
"They can't resist filing a sexual harassment file!" Shouted Adams, giving him the finger, as she closed the door.
She would never admit it, but she was actually enjoying those banters of their. It was not really witty, it was crude, brute, meant to hurt. And they both loved it.
After a few moments, she came out with her normal wear. They walked back to Clef's office without a word. They finally arrived at their destination and settled, Clef sat in the chair and Adams on the desk.
"Adams." He said, attracting her attention.
"Hmm?"
"I hope you are ready to endure the consequences of your choices. This is your last chance to back down."
Adams said nothing as she got up and walked in a circle, before finally turning to face Clef. A determined look on her face.
"Of course. I have accepted a long time ago what might happen." A grin split her face. "If I did not I would have resigned the day I met you."
Clef chuckled as he got up himself and turned to face a small table. A handgun was on it. He took it with reverence and spoke.
"This weapon was the first I ever used. With this one I fulfilled my first contract. It was with this weapon that my career in the Coalition started. You have to understand, who you are going against is as powerful as the Foundation. They won't hesitate."
"I'm not a rookie. I already fought them." Said Adam, rolling her eyes.
"You will also have to kill those who may go rogue. Even friends."
"I know..."
"Do you?" Asked Clef, rhetorically.
"Stop babysitting me! When I signed I knew what I would do! I do not need you to hold my hand, dammit!" Her temper flared at the treatment.
Clef sighed.
"Cool. But..."
"But?" Said Adams, a small part of her dreading what Clef would say.
"We still need to get a name for Lambda-2." Said Clef. "I mean 'No Name Entered' can't cut it."
Adams facepalmed.
"Personally." He said, musing. "I preferred the first proposition. 'Dr. Clef's Bisexual All Female Stripper Assassin Squad' was pretty good."
Her eye twitched and anger began to control her.
"Honestly 'Fat Ugly Misogynist Dinosaur' resume the leadership perfectly." Said Adams. "I prefer that one."
"Okay. What about 'The Kitty Cat Suit Assassins'?"
"How about 'A Fist In Clef's Face'?"
They traded stupid and insulting names for minutes before finally settling down. The anger dying down afterward.
"Wait, wait." Said Clef. "Let's not change the archives. Or we'll have Jones on our asses again. And we don't want that." he said the last part shivering.
"Yeah..." She said, scared.
They stayed silent for a few moments, pondering on different names before finally reaching a mutual agreement.
"Let's keep it like that." They said at the same time.
They nodded in sync. Adams glanced at the clock.
"Well, it's awfully late. I better go."
"Yeah." Was Clef's only answer as he turned his back to her.
She exited the room, her small ponytail fluttering behind her; As she was out, Clef opened a small compartment. It was nearly invisible, a secret compartment. As he pulled it, he opened the sacred safe. His face was illuminated by light, but soon this same, ugly, face was further marred by a look of pure rage.
"ADAAAAAAAMS! YOU BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!" He roared, scaring the few personnel outside his office, who heard the hate-filled scream.
The sacred safe was empty, with the exception of a small note.
'Beers confiscated as a punishment for dropping a fucking piano on me, twice.
Hate
Adams.
:p'
As she walked through the corridors of Site-19, Adams threw her head back, gulping the beer. She swaggered to her room and fell on her bed, giggling as she put the six-pack in her fridge. At this moment, she could not help but looks forward to her next insult fest with Clef.
A CERTAIN SCP
At the same time in the same facility, Touma was dragged to the shooting range by Ansa Aho.
"Why are we going there? I don't need firearm training." Protested Touma.
"Yes, you do. On the field, fists fights are not actually common. It is not a recommended tactic to charge unarmed against an armed opponent."
"But we are not going against soldiers."
She looked at him, her eyes holding a certain amount of irritation.
"But soldiers may go against us. Now grab that gun and start shooting. I want to see how you are doing." He did not answer.
She handed him a handgun. He took it and faced one of the targets, it was fairly close, barely five meters between him and the humanly sized cardboard props. He carefully took aim, adjusted the sights and shoot. He closed his eyes as the shot went off, he opened his eyes only to see the prop untouched. Ansa groaned.
"Watch me." She ordered him.
She took the handgun from his hand, took aim at the cardboard head and squeezed the trigger. The head was pierced perfectly in the middle of the cranium.
"What did you see?" She asked turning to face him.
"Uuuuh. You shot it in the head?" He ventured, shrugging with an uneasy smile.
Ansa shook her head to the side.
"No. Take two, watch me. Not the target."
He nodded as she once more aimed at the target and shot it, this time, right in the heart.
"Do you see the difference between you and me?"
Touma stayed awkwardly silent for a few moments before Ansa, crooked her finger to make him come closer.
"Okay, take the gun, just get in position, don't shoot."
He did as he was told and took aim, once more.
"Your position is wrong." She told him. "There. Get your legs like that." She showed him the position which he copied.
"Good, now, crouch a bit, yes just like that... Now take aim." He took aim. "No, no. Inhale, good, keep it in and now shoot."
The shot went off and the bullet burrowed itself in the stomach area.
"Well, that's a good start. Let's keep going." She instructed.
Ansa kept training Touma for an hour, correcting his position, his breathing pattern and other details. While he proved to be a mediocre shot at more than five meters, his forte was his ability to predict a moving target's movement.
"Good, that's important in fights, enemies rarely stand still. If you can predict their movements, you can shoot them." She looked at her watch. "Let's have a small break."
She sat in one of the chairs next to the range and invited Touma to do the same. They stayed silent for a few moments.
"I forgot to thank you for saving me, in the house."
She looked at him with a blank face.
"No worries, just doing my job."
"But still thank you."
She nodded silently, and after a bit, she took something covered in a white tissue. She unfolded it revealing a wooden sniper rifle. It was nearly as long as her, measuring one meter and 40 centimeters, Ansa herself was barely twenty or twenty-five centimeters taller than the rifle. The stock and much of the rifle was made of wood. The clip was short which contrasted with the rifle's bulkiness. At the end of the barrel rested a recoil compensator. She began cleaning the outer parts of the rifle with a rag, completely absorbed in her task.
Touma intrigued spoke.
"That's what you shoot with?" he asked, he wanted to make a bit of small talk.
Touma could swear he saw a small spark brighten Ansa's eyes for a moment.
"Yes, this is a custom hunting rifle. He belonged to my grandfather. He shoots .50 cal Anti-Material rounds." She told him, showing him the bullet.
He eyed the bullet with apprehension. The bullet was long and large, he doubted someone could survive that.
"That's... something."
She laughed, breaking her cool demeanor, a flame had lit up in her eyes.
"You bet this is 'something'. This baby can shoot up to two kilometers away with a speed of nine hundred meters per second. Nearly always lethal. 0.7 MOA of precision, 0.2 being the most precise. He's one of the best sniper rifles ever. Only drawbacks are the recoil which kicks like a horse, you can dislocate your shoulder if you don't get in a good position, the weight and the small clip. Here take him." She spoke fast and handed him the rifle with a smile.
He took the rifle and nearly drop it from the unexpected weight. Ansa chuckled quietly.
"He weights seventeen kilograms." She explained. "Without the bullets."
"He?" Asked Touma, intrigued, it did not seem like an error but a deliberate use since she had repeated it multiple times.
"Yeah. This rifle's been through my family for nearly a hundred years. He helped us during the harsh winters and allowed us to defend ourselves. He is an old codger but as the years passed, he became a tradition to upgrade him. We named him 'Suojelija', it means Protector. Lapland's not a nice and cozy place to live in."
"Lapland?" Touma asked, curious
"It's a region of Finland, the northernmost part of it, it's in the middle of nowhere, and where I lived was in the middle of nowhere. To be honest there were actual bears there. I killed two."
"Wow, must've been pretty tough."
"It made me into who I am today." She explained, removing parts of the rifle.
"How did the Foundation find you?" He asked, curious.
"Well... I prefer not to talk about it." She said, turning away.
"Oh okay, I'm sorry."
She shook her head.
"Don't be." She looked at her watch. "Let's get back to training."
He nodded and followed her back to the shooting range where he was once again corrected on everything he did for an hour. He made slow progress and could now hit a target in the chest at more than five meters, however further than ten meters was impossible for him to hit. After the training, Ansa proposed him exercises to better his aim to do during his spare time, which he did not think for a second to do.
As he was about the leave he saw Ansa take her rifle and make it to a shooting booth. He observed her as she laid on the ground, took aim by the scope and squeezed the trigger after a few seconds. The rapid moving target was headless, its head completely was torn off from the rest of the body despite its thickness. It was much denser than its counterpart, being at least five centimeters thick.
Ansa cocked her rifle and switched two buttons. The destroyed target was replaced by a new one which began to move erratically at great speed. This booth was isolated from the others by walls with holes in them, however, those holes did not go through the entirety of the wall and inside them were powerful fans. Those fans began to turn and generated a strong wind, enough to deviate a bullet wildly.
Ansa took aim for a few moments, memorizing the pattern of the target and measuring the deviation of the bullet, the distance to the target, which was a good fifty meters away and finally she pulled the trigger. The cardboard head exploded in a flurry of wooden.
Ansa got up, slung the rifle on her back, and exited the range with a calm demeanor. Touma could not tell if he was uncomfortable or amazed.
A CERTAIN SCP
Misaka Mikoto was sitting on the edge of a cliff, overviewing a desert, Othinus by her side.
"Why do you want to help us find Touma?" She asked. She knew the answer but wanted to hear it.
"He saved me from myself. It's now my turn to return the favor."
Misaka hummed in agreement, kicking her feet in the air.
"Me too." She said, pulling back her knees and burying her face in them. "It's even my fault if he is there."
The small goddess came, flying on her spear, which looked more like a golden toothpick and put herself next to Misaka's face.
"Do not worry Sparky." She said soothingly. "We'll find him back. You, humans, are always worrying about everything."
"Sparky, eh? Well, thanks anyway Othi-chan. He'll be fine, you're right."
"Hey!" Shouted Othinus, flailing her arms. "My name is Othinus, human, respect it!"
"Yeah, yeah, sure." Said Misaka chuckling. "I will respect thee o Chibi goddess."
"I hate this form." Pouted Othinus.
They shared a laugh as the sun rose.
"It's time." Came the voice of Styil behind them.
They nodded and Othinus lightly shook her lance. An explosion tore the ground, leaving a deep scar in the ground. This hole revealed an underground complex where a dozen magicians were present. Othinus shook her lance once more, teleporting the strike team in their midst. The strike team was composed of herself, Misaka, Styil, Tsuchimikado, Kanzaki, Accelerator, Misaka 10032 and four other Imoutos, 10039, 10055, 13577 and 19090. As they arrived in their midst the magicians backed away in fear. It was for naught as they were quickly and effortlessly dispatched with ruthless efficiency by the strike team. Misaka threw a final bolt of lightning at the last magician, shocking him into unconsciousness.
Othinus then teleported all magicians outside, she was about to teleport herself when Misaka stopped her.
"Where are you going? Where did you send them?" Asked Misaka.
"I have to kill them."
"What? Can't we just take them prisoners?"
"No."
"But... but they're beaten, there's no need to kill them. It's not right."
"I have to. It is my duty. I am the one who created this organization. And I am the one that will destroy it." Said Othinus, floating before Misaka. "They are my mistakes, and I must correct them."
"Can't you... I don't know... talk them out of this?"
"No, I cannot. Those people are too bitter, too desperate. They cannot be saved. Not everyone can, despite what a certain hero would say." She said, and with those last words teleported.
Othinus arrived in the middle of a circle of unconscious magicians. She was about to kill them when a hand weakly waved at her.
"P-p-please... no... no." Pleaded one of them weakly.
She tipped her hat forward and her mouth curled downwards. She shook her lance once more and all the magicians exploded, the pleading drowned by the booming sound. She stared at the small craters with a sad look before teleporting once more to join the others.
They were assembled in the middle of the complex and were currently analyzing a small box. It was made of cardboard and had the number 2207 on it. Othinus hovered near them, noticing the uncomfortable look Misaka gave her. She ignored it and focused on the box, Tsuchimikado analyzed it before finally nodding and opening it. Inside was foam, which was quickly removed to reveal a simple plastic knife.
"So... this is the great relic?" Asked Kanzaki, in disbelief, a feeling shared by the others. A relic was supposed to be... relic-ish, like her Nanasen, not a plastic knife!
"Yup!" Said Tsuchimikado, pushing up his glasses. Othinus nodded and confirmed it was the relic.
"Just let me test it quickly." Said Tsuchimikado, cutting quickly the air before him.
Othinus tried to stop him but it was too late and already a rift opened, a loud sound filled the silence and soon every member of this expedition was swallowed whole by the rift. They found themselves in a void. A literal void, with nothing but the darkest of darkness around them. Nature tried to do its work by filling the void with air, pulling them into the rift. A soon as they arrived in the other dimension, they started to choke from the lack of air, as the precious resource was being taken from their body. As death drew near, Tsuchimikado managed to slice the air once more and cut open a second rift. Luckily, as the physics of this dimension were different, the air did not try to fill the void and merely stayed in place. Gesturing weakly to the other, Tsuchimikado, flew, swim walked, moved toward the rift, entering it and was soon followed by the others. Acceleartor emained motionless but thanks to two Imoutos was quickly pulled in the next rift.
They arrived gasping for air, still floating in a strange place. Everything was light orange, they were floating but still managed to breathe. Around them were other people or rather things floating. They were long, thin rectangular, brown things floating like kites. They had about a dozen eyes on their selves and observed them with what seemed to be curiosity. Behind them could be seen tall floating spires made of some kind of bright blue rocks, where thousands of such creatures were entering and exiting.
One of the creatures opened, what must have been his mouth, a gaping hole in his underside, which quickly revealed dozens of tentacles; the creature released a shrill cry, nearly deafening them all before barreling towards them his maw opened. They all screamed, even Othinus and the normally unflappable Imoutos, as they saw the horror of the maw, which was covered in what seemed to be pus and a liquid of a yet unknown color. The thing was also massive, easily dwarfing a Boeing, as it got closer, it got bigger, not from a perspective, but its mass widened. Not wasting any time Tsuchimikado opened a rift once more and the entire group flew in it.
As they all disappeared, the rift was still opened and the giant, brown manta thing tried to enter but it was too big and only observed them with its eyes. As the rift closed, it could not help but... feel saddened. His brother came next to him.
"I'm sorry. Don't worry, next time dimension travelers come, I'm sure you'll be able to invite them to a lovely tea party and a game of football, dearest brother." Declared his brother in perfect English.
"Maybe it's the cry, they don't like it. But it means 'Welcome' in Intergalactic."
His brother put one of his tentacles on his grevl, comforting him. The dimension hoppers were for their part on a rocky promontory which overlooked a dark deep ocean. A lightning storm coursed over their heads and lightning fell around them. From the sea itself came a tall being. It was humanoid. However, its head held two large beady red eyes, shining with malevolence and it had no mouth, possessing instead, a calamari beak with large tentacles around it. From his back, spurted two giant bat wings. It was taller than a skyscraper as their eyes fell on it, thousands of mad voices spoke at once, their words undecipherable. And it spoke, with the voice of thunder itself.
"Who art thee, who come in my domain? Thee art not from my world. Thee are intruders and as such thee will die. Unless thee sacrifice one of thy own. This one, I want, on my altar to be sacrificed." It said, pointing at Othinus.
"Fuck that." Tsuchimikado said, representing everyone's thought. And once more into the rift they were, Accelerator carried by two Imoutos.
The being raged, the thunderstorm becoming more and more potent as he tried to kill them, but he was blocked, his access to the other dimension restricted by whatever rules shaped the multi-verse.
The strike team was this time in a small white room, which walls were covered by posters. They were all pressed against one another. In it was a humanoid, with black hair brushed to the side. He was currently typing on a laptop and as he turned to face them, they tensed, preparing themselves to see an abomination. The humanoid was quite normal, an Asian in its late teen with his portly figure dressed in a black Batman t-shirt and shorts. He looked at them before facepalming and resumed typing on his computer.
"If you cut one more time the space-time continuum you will arrive where you want to be." He declared with a tired voice.
"Who are you?" Asked Othinus, squinting her eyes.
"You may call me..." He said, pausing for a dramatic effect. "The Author." he said looking at them expectantly, but they stayed silent.
He pouted, disappointed.
"Just cut with your knife on more time." He said.
Tsuchimikado did so, he felt strangely compelled to do so and once more the knife opened a rift to another dimension, this one showing a forest.
"You should go." The Author said.
They did so, but before departing Othinus could not help but ask.
"How d-" Before she could finish he rudely cut her.
"I decided to speed up things. Now go."
And with those last sentences, she exited the dimension, entering the new one. The author stayed silent. As the rift closed he looked at the screen once more before an idea went through his head.
"If I'm in the story, who is writing it?" he wondered, looking at the ceiling.
I could not help but repress a snicker before composing myself, wondering if I should really keep that before shrugging. Why the fuck not, let's roll with fourth wall break. And as such the story continued.
The group was in a snowy forest, the tall trees were towering above them, protecting them from the falling snowflakes. The white powder crunched under their feet as they advanced.
"I've found something! Shouts Misaka, while pointing at the corpse she had discovered." Shouted 10039 with a dull voice, indeed pointing at a corpse.
It was male and dressed in a military uniform, the words SCP inscribed on it. The corpse was in a bad state, its limbs were broken, a branch pierced its gut and it was already in a state of decomposition despite the snow.
"I have found a phone matching the Savior's. Declares Misaka, holding a cellphone." Declared 10032.
"Let me see that." Said Tsuchimikado, taking the phone. He inspected the phone and scrolled through it. "Yeah, it's his phone."
"I can also feel his presence." Declared Othinus. "We're in the good dimension."
Relief was felt by the entire group. At least they had succeeded. They just needed to find Touma now. But first. Styil fist connected with Tscuchimikado's face, sending him sprawling on the ground. The cold powder touching his skin and making him shiver.
"Ow. What was that for?"
"That was for opening a rift and nearly getting us all killed." Said Styil, cracking his knuckles.
Tsuchimikado was about to protest but everyone was sending him dark glares, even the usually emotionless Imoutos. He sighed, he wasn't getting out of this one easily. If Kami-nyan was here he could have calmed the girls with his power but alas his friend wasn't here to save him. He looked at the approaching persons and anticlimactically fainted.
As the idiot spy fell on the ground, a terrified look on his face Othinus facepalmed.
"I propose to get out of here." She said.
The proposition was accepted eagerly and she shook her lance to be teleported to... somewhere more comfortable. However as she waved her lance, they teleported, five meters further. Othinus in her smallness fell on the ground, panting.
"My powers... they are weakened. I have to tune myself to the magic of this world." She explained.
"We also have lost contact with the rest of the Misaka Network. Announces Misaka, worried."
"The Accelerator is also unable to move due to the loss of signal. Declares Misaka, worried about the Number One state."
It was true as the mighty and arrogant Accelerator was breathing harshly, unable to do anything, as he was carried by the two clones.
The group stayed silent before Kanzaki spoke.
"Well let's walk now."
And as they walked, Tsuchimikado waked up by a painful slap, snow began to fell, hiding their footsteps. And soon they disappeared under the white rain.
A CERTAIN SCP
Hey, hey end of the chapter. Please tell me what you thought about it in the reviews, positive or negative, constructive or flame, let it go!
So before I wanted to talk a bit about this chapter.
About Marshall Carter and Dark. I didn't thought i'll go this far and didn't though that Wanda and this Group shared a name. Sorry about that.
About the Kamijou faction coming. Don't worry the end is still pretty far and their journey in this new world will be interesting.
About this shameless self insert. It is indeed me. The author. I kind of put it there for the lol. But also to shorten the inter-dimensional trip.
About Clef and Adams. Those two share a kismesic relationship. They hate each other's guts, causing them to fall in a fucked up love. I kinda liked that concept so I decided to literally disrespect the cannon. Sorry Clef and Adams (doubt you'll read this anyway) to change your two characters like that. But it is my SCP OTP. You can blame that guy who made a drawing of this ship.
And that's it folks!
Hope to see you soon.
Sincerely Orakle.