March 18, 2008, California. Mobile task force Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats").

Driving down a backroad close to a forested location, two black SUVs traveled down the empty road. Inside, one was looking over a map of the region, tracing his finger down the path to where the abandoned ASYNC building is. "Going by the map, we should be close to it. There should be an old gate on a road cutting off to the right up ahead. From there, it is about a thirty-minute drive to the place from here." The driver nodded his head, looking forward, keeping an eye out for a path that was cut off. "So, does anyone have the details of what we are getting into and what this place is all about?" The driver asked the group within the SUVs.

"From what we gathered from the man; it seems that this company is called ASYNC there. It seemed they dug into some kind of different dimension, one very different from ours. And get this, they did this for storage space. From what they gathered; the place was pretty much infinite in size. Was going well for a while until something happened from the sounds of its hostile entities coming on through."

Which explained why they had such heavy firepower with them for this task.

"Storage space? You are kidding me, right?" The driver said this, letting out a chuckle.

"That kind of tame compared to what we have been through before. In a way, I say it makes sense, but come on, someone had to know that it was going to blow up in their face."

From their experience, people digging or messing around with different dimensions usually end up with a lot of dead people. On top of that, it also tends to screw up local reality at the same time.

"Well, from what I also gathered, it seems that they found someone who "fell" into the place a few decades ago. It seems that there are holes in reality opening up every once in a while, in random places. And people have fallen through them and ended up within the place, only getting a small bit of information on this man. His name was Armstrong; he never got a last name. It seems from what he told them he had been stuck in there since the late 1970s. ASYNC found him wandering around in the 1990s."

The MTF was in the passenger seat, looking back at the backseat and hearing more of the report.

"So, someone fell into this place in the 70s and stayed alive that entire time?"

Shaking his head and looking forward out the windshield.

"I could not think of a worse fate than that. I'm surprised he was still all there within the head. Did he tell me where he fell into that place?" Slowing down, the group spotted the cutoff on the road. Turning onto it, they kept on driving down this side road.

"Get this. He fell through the floor at his house, just walking like normal." He gestured, his hands falling and hitting the ground. "Ok, that is scary. I could not even imagine that. Fuck, that makes me terrified of even just walking. Wait, if these holes can just open up anywhere, what stops a hole from opening up in, let's say, the SCP-096 chamber?"

With the countless SCP within the foundation, any of them could be lost due to these "holes."

"Now you see why the command wants us out here. This seems to be the only entrance to the place. According to the report, it was damaged by explosives. But I think we can get it working again with just a little bit of work. The first task is to secure the place and bring in the eggheads. Going with the report, there could be deadly entities within the place. It seems that before the whole place was shut down and closed off, a huge horde of them came on through... It was a massacre."

The SUV slowly came to a stop, and the one behind it ahead of them was a rusting and broken-down gate. The chain-link fence that extends to the left and right sides of the compound was barely holding together.

"It looks like no one has been here in a long time. There were no signs of anyone trying to get in from the front, according to what that man, Tyler, said. Someone did get into the place, and it did not end well from what was shown in the recording."

Looking ahead, one of the MTF members in the back would step out, going to the rear. Opening it, he would pull out a set of bolt cutters. Going to the gate, along the middle of it was a rusting old chain and lock.

"Close the door and throw away the key. I am guessing that whatever happened afterwards. They just left everything behind and did not even bother trying to fix what had happened. It reminds me of a few other incidents we got dragged into." Looking out the window, the chain would fall to the ground, and giving it some effort would open one side of the gate, then the other.

"Alright into wonderland, it seems."

Driving ahead, they would pick up the MTF that got the gate open.

Driving up the road, the two SUVs stayed close. The sun was still high in the sky, with its light breaking through the tree. Looking ahead of them, the outline of a building would come into view. It was a large building, four stories in height. It was square in shape, with the paint faded on the outside having a gray color; many of the windows were boarded up.

"It seems that this place has seen better days. The front door seems to be the way into the place." Slowly coming to a stop within the parking lot, in a few of the parking spaces, a few cars could be seen. Each of them was extremely run down, with a few having broken windows, and the tires have rotted away as well.

"That is a good sight." He said in a sarcastic tone, "From the report, a lot of people did not get out of that place, and I am guessing that these belong to the few that did not get out." He figured they would have taken them away to be scrapped, or someone would have ordered the building to be torn down.

"Alright, comms check everyone, and weapons check." As the MTF team got out of the SUVs, they would check their equipment and make sure everything was working.

"Mole 1 is working."

"Mole 2 is working."

"Mole 3 comms are working."

"Mole 4 comms are working."

"Mole 5 comms are working."

"Mole 6 is working."

After a weapons check, Mole 1 would make his way towards the main entrance to the building. A few letters were hanging on the side of the wall, and one word could be made out.

"Async Rarch Insute." The team could make out what is said even though a few of the letters were missing, having fallen off over the years.

"Moles 5 and 6 stay here at the entrance to make sure nothing gets in or out that is not us. If you don't get a report from us in about two hours, then you are to assume we have been attacked. And are unable to report back or get to you, everyone else with me."

Moles 5 and 6 would take positions on the left and right sides of the doorway, which were open wide either to someone coming in before them or something coming out. Walking into the building, the Moles Rats scan the room, looking through dark doors with flashlights looking into them.

"Clear here." Mole 3 said she was looking into a restroom. "Clear here as well." Mole 4 reported looking into a small office and scanning the inside. "Got a front desk here; much of it is a wreck; no luck with the computer; no power most likely would not work anyways. I got a few papers here... I can't read much of it, but a few stand out." Mole 2 would say that, shifting through a few small stacks of papers, Mole 1, 3, and 4 formed up around the desk, looking towards the paper.

"Anything of use there... I don't see anything that looks like a map on the wall; here could be deeper in." Mole 1 said, looking towards the walls as the others looked down the single hallway that led deeper into the building.

"Have two weeks' notice here. It seems someone was trying to get out of here as soon as possible. An entire stack here of two-week notices goes by the date that I can read; it seems this was all handed in about three days before things went bad." Shifting threw a few more of the papers; nothing else stood out among the few small stacks.

"Alright, let's head on out. Stay tight; we have no clue what is in here with us."

The four moles would form up and make their way towards the hallway. Walking down it, they would make a stop, checking each room they came across. For many of them, because the windows have been boarded up and no sunlight is coming through, their task is even harder.

"Mole 3 is here. There is nothing of interest in this room; it seems like no one was in here when shit went down." Stepping out of a small office, the other three creep forward, licking up on them. "For once, I don't have the feeling of beginning to watch, but going from the report, this place should be filled up with all kinds of entities. It was a massacre."

It was clear that the front of the building, near the entrance, did not see much action.

Mole 1 would hold up his hand, and the others would come to a stop.

"Got blood, I think, along the wall here, and on the floor seems whoever it was dragged. It goes into that room up ahead of it and gets ready to go in."

Moving quickly forward Moles 1 and 2 would take positions on the left side. Where Moles 3 and 4 took positions on the right, nodding towards each other, they would move into the room. Covering each other as they scan the room, it was a break room with items scattered along the tables, floors, and counters along the middle wall.

In the right corner at the end of the room was an old TV hanging from a stand that had been mounted onto the wall. Moles 1 and 2 walked along the left wall as Moles 3 and 4 did the same on the right.

"Blood is still trailing by the looks of it going to the middle. Something wanted it deep here." Mole 3 would say, looking down at the dry stain of blood that was slightly faded.

"Don't see anything; the room seems empty, Mole. Check the tables. Moles 3 and 4 cover the door and make sure nothing gets behind us. I'll check under the tables and see if there is anything else here of interest in the cabinets."

Getting their order, they would carry them out with Moles 3 and 4 taking a position on the left and right sides of the door. Mole 2 started to look over the tables.

"I got something here under a lunch box; it seems to be a report on some of the strange things going on." After looking it over a few times, he would read it out to the others.

"It is becoming clear that the other side was never meant for humanity; with each passing day, it is becoming clearer. We have lost an entire team to something unknown, whatever it was that tore them to pieces. Shells from the guns covered the ground, but there were no signs of bodies beyond our own nor any other evidence. I think it is best if we close the gate and destroy all of our studies on it."

Looking to the back and at the bottom, there was nothing else, but Mole 2 could imagine this was heading higher up.

"So, it was clear that something hostile was on the other side, yet they kept it open for a small amount of time. That, in the end, ensured that a lot of people died, with very few getting out." According to the report by Tyler, it was not long before what he called the Bad Day happened.

"Anything else I just see old dishes and a few other items, but nothing of interest." Closing one of the cabinets and stepping away, he started a sweep under the tables.

Mole 2 would shake his head. "Nothing else; it seems that is all we are going to get out of this room, sir." Walking away from the table, letting Mole 1 look them over, he took position near the door.

"Found something here. A key card seems to belong to one of the workers." On the key card were the letters and numbers. "Accuses card level 2." Looking it over, it could be seen that it was used to get deeper into the building.

"We are going to need to get power in this place. I bet much of the system wants to work. Yet we will need it to get deeper into this place. Let's keep on moving as deep as we can. After that, we link up with Mole 5 and 6." Moles 3 and 4, with their weapons trained forward, would step out through the doorway, covering both sides.

"Clear left side."

"Clear right side."

Coming out behind them Moles 1 and 2 would take up the front, while Moles 3 and 4 would take up the rear of the group.

"Got a room here; it seems that it was someone important by the look of it here. Check it out or later?" Mole 3 had stopped and looked to the right, trying to make out a name on the door. "Later, we move on for now and come back once we ensure that it is clear."

Nodding his head, he got back into position, with all of them moving carefully down the hallway that was covered in darkness in several areas.

"I think we need more men in here with us because there are too many blind spots. It seems we got a cut off here to the left."

Mole 2 would point out that the hallway cuts to the left, moving to the left wall. Moles 1 and 2 move along it. Moles 3 and 4 stayed in the middle of the hallway, waiting for them to make their move. Mole 1 would look around the corner, shining his flashlight from the edge.

"Clear, move on up. I see a set of double doors ahead." A few feet down the cutoff of the hallway was a set of wooden double doors that were shut tight. "Hmm... doors shut. No signs of blood or anything else showing anyone died here or got hurt could be a chance there locked."

With all that happened here, Mole 1 expected there to be a lot more carnage.

The four of them move up close to the door, taking positions. Moles 1 and 2 place themselves along the left and right wall with weapons at their ready. Moles 3 and 4 move close to the door, testing the handle, and both would slide downward, showing that it was not locked.

"Alright, we move in on 3. 1... 2..." Both would throw the doors open quickly, with all four pointing their weapons down the hallway. On the other side, the walls, floor, and parts of the ceiling were coated in dry blood.

"Fuck... I have to say at one time it was either locked or the ones that got stuck here panicked, and it did not end well for them at all." Stepping forward, there was one thing sticking out that the group found odd: the lack of any bodies, or at the very least bones.

"It's really empty. I say whatever is down here, if they're still around, is not a wasteful eater. I bet when the bodies were eaten, they turned on each other with any luck; they either killed each other or starved to death."

It was an optimistic thought from Mole 1, for with their track record, they are still alive and roaming the building.

The Moles Rats would move forward down the hallway, checking the rooms along the way, finding little interest so far.

"Hold up... The door here is locked, either that or something blocking the door." There was a small sign above the door that said, "Storage room B." By putting some pressure on the door, it would slowly open. Mole 2 kept on forcing himself on it. Moles 1, 3, and 4 kept watch, with Mole 4 looking into the crack that was open to see if there was anything on the other side.

"Someone wanted to keep it closed? I am seeing some boxes and other items keeping it shut. Need a hand?" Taking a breath, Mole 2 would push even harder, and within a few seconds, the door would give way and swing open, almost causing Mole 2 to stumble and fall onto the floor. Moles 1, 3, and 4 quickly move in as Mole 2 regains his balance, aiming his weapon. Each of them was carrying SMGs, doing a quick scan of the room.

"Lots of spaces to hide within here; what do they call it?" Mole 2 asked Mole 1. "We stay together and move as one. We check every corner; if there is nothing in here, we move on." After giving out his order, the group moved into the room.

Storage room B was filled with rows and rows of shelves with small boxes and other items they did not have the time to go through. "Hold it. You hear that?" Mole 3 said, keeping still and quiet, that the sound of footsteps could be heard coming from around a corner of one of the shelves.

"Weapons at the ready. Move slowly." Stepping forward, weapons train forward. It seemed something had noticed them stepping out from around the corner under the light of their flashlights. Before they looked at them with white hollow eyes and yellow skin standing at six feet in height, everything about them told them it was not human; other features stuck out. Around its arms, legs, and shoulders were small holes, and its mouth was nothing but a wide cycle with no teeth or other features on top of no hair over its body.

"Open fire!" Mole 1 yelled out as he did, and the creature lunged at the time, its arms reaching out towards them as all four of them opened fire. Round after round would hit the creature, clear translucent fluid splatter over the area backing up as it kept on known stumbling forwards as if it were immune to pain; it did not let out even a cry.

Yet after four seconds of gunfire, after taking two more steps, its body would fall onto the floor, with a thud leaking out of the dozens and dozens of bullet holes as the translucent fluid pooled around it.

"Holy fuck," Mole 3 said, breathing hard as he worked to reload his weapon.

"It's been some time since I saw something take that much to put down, and it is not even bleeding red, green, or something else. It almost looks like water... Alright, we bugged out; we just made a lot of noise, and I get the feeling that if there is anything else down here, it is going to come running." Mole 1 said to the other Mole Rats.

"Do we bag the body and take it with us?" Mole 2 asked, with Mole 1 shaking his head.

"At this time, with luck, it will be here when we get some backup and someone to work on the power... As much as I like to take it with us, I don't want to be slowed down by a horde of these damn things."

Agreeing with Mole 1, they would check around the corner of the shelf near the door. Seeing that it was clear, the group made their way back to the entrance.

It was known that there were hostile creatures within the building, and soon they would find other horrors and secrets.