#MTF Lambda-12

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File: Sting

SCP#: AKL

Code Name: Arachnid Aliens

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-AKL have been taken to Site-AD and contained in a 10x10 meter containment cell but is much larger due to the entire structure made of Grey Concrete. There are four entrances on each wall to the containment cell with a large circular room around the containment cell. The Circular room is meant to spin on command from a command keypad outside the containment cell. This command keypad is in the wall of a storage unit that extends 40x40 meters with lots of crates, cages, and even a small area for cows to be placed in. 

Due to the nearly infinite size each SCP-AKL is able to roam around and grow freely. On a daily basis A Foundation drone is covered in pheromones that make it invisible to SCP-AKL instances allowing it to observe them without interruption. Additionally, a single Cow and three D Class armed with basic melee weapons are to be released into the containment cell for feeding the SCP-AKL instances. The same amount of subjects must be released into each entrance to allow each SCP-AKL instance an equal chance to feed. Dead SCP-AKL instances are to be harvested by Foundation Drones immediately before the other SCP-AKL instances start eating the corpse. 

In the event of a containment breach four AFA-2 units armed with flame throwers are to enter the containment cell and guard the entrance form inside, all covered in the same undetectable pheromones. Eight Security units are to stand guard in the Storage area and ensure all contained food samples are not released during the breach, especially the D-Class. They are also to ensure that nobody gets into SCP-AKL’s containment cell and none of the SCP-AKL instances escape. Should the containment cell be compromised in any way the AFA-2 units inside are to burn all SCP-AKL instances and collect as many of the eggs as possible. Once the containment breach is cleared the SCP-AKL eggs will be let back into the containment cell and the feeding process will start immediately to regrow the original population. 

Description: SCP-AKL is an extremely peculiar extraterrestrial species in that it greatly resembles the common Latrodectus also known as black widow. The difference is not in appearance but internal biology, as SCP-AKL possesses tiny but functioning vocal cords that at least allow it to mimic basic noises it hears. It can do this for either communication with other SCP-AKL instances or to help lure prey by invoking their curiosity. Furthermore, not only is SCP-AKL a smart hunter able to perceive its surroundings much better than the average spider. It can recognize areas that can be utilized as stealth and even shoot out its webs to latch onto prey and reel them in like a fisherman reeling in fish. 

Like all spiders on earth SCP-AKL has a strong paralysis venom that keeps its prey alive but unable to move as it drinks their blood. However, SCP-AKL doesn’t just stop at drinking blood but also eats flesh with its corrosive saliva. Due to how fast it drains the nutrients from the victim, minor necrosis and quick mummification is the result after SCP-AKL is done feeding. 

However, SCP-AKL’s most anomalous trait is its rapid growth after feeding, growing from the average height of a spider which is 6 to 8 millimeters to about 3 feet large in width and standing 1 foot tall. With its added size is also its added strength of being able to catch larger prey more easily, not that such a task was challenging when small. But now it no longer relies on stealth but instead relies on its brute strength and speed allowing it to outrun nearly any projectile and quickly ambush prey. Due to its webbing now being bigger it can even make larger nests and shoot its webbing father and catch to reel in even larger prey. It also possesses a larger mouth in between its two main fang pinchers that allows it to take large chunks of flesh, easily able to bite the head off a grown man. 

For whatever reason, the main weakness of an SCP-AKL instance are chemicals known as naphthalene or paradichlorobenzene, both of which can easily be found in Mothballs. The substance burns the SCP-AKL instances like acid and easily disintegrates their webbing making it the ultimate deterrent. However, due to the toxicity of the chemicals it is considered better to use fire. 

Unfortunately, like most spiders, SCP-AKL breeds rather quickly, it was only with pure luck that the Foundation found the offspring of the initial SCP-AKL instance before they started hatching.

SCP-AKL was discovered in 2024 when an apartment building in Brooklyn, New York suddenly reported several strange deaths including a parrot suffering instant mummification and a woman who died in her own apartment with her insides being dried up and her stomach cut open. Soon after disappearances of exterminators were reported after several calls from the same old woman who called them all in. 

A Foundation agent disguised as an exterminator went into the apartment however she initially found no one. After looking around she noticed strange skittering in the walls and soon found most of the attendants had been webbed up and paralyzed in their own apartments. The agent retreated and quickly called it into command, Mobile Task Force Lambda-12 “Pest Control” was sent in to respond. 

MTF Lambda-12 moved into the building, freeing those that were still alive while injecting them with Class G Amnestics. Finally, MTF Lambda-12 moved into the basement and found a family who managed to kill the SCP-AKL adult. It was there they also found the eggs and quickly placed them in biohazard sample bags to later be contained. The family was compensated with $50,000 dollars and a brand-new apartment with their first year of rent paid off as a reward for killing the SCP-AKL instance. Dr. Zeek gave a trust fund to the young girl known as Charlotte of $200,000 that she would only earn after her 18th birthday. Furthermore due to Protocol "Sole Survivor" she will not be given amnestics but instead asked to join the Foundation once she comes of age.

End note: Initial testing on SCP-AKL’s DNA showed that their appearance is similar to spiders on earth, they do not share DNA or internal organic structure. This is how the Foundation came to find out that SCP-AKL is not from earth. How two creatures with completely different DNA and internal structure look so similar to one another is unknown. More testing is required.

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Lambda4taskic | Birdwatchtaskic [left] // Gender influenced by, best described by, or otherwise connected to MTF Lambda-4, aka Bird Watchers

Lambda5taskic | Whirabbitaskic [right] // Gender influenced by, best described by, or otherwise connected to MTF Lambda-5, aka White Rabbits

Lambda12taskic | Pestcontaskic [left] // Gender influenced by, best described by, or otherwise connected to MTF Lambda-12, aka Pest Control

Lambda14taskic | Onestartaskic [right] // Gender influenced by, best described by, oa otherwise connected to MTF Lambda-14, aka One Star Reviewers

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✦ 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑘 001. 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 — [𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅] 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 [𝟸/𝟸𝟺/𝟸𝟺]

BASICS. 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:

Gael Esai Tiul-Xol

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒:

none yet unless we count OS calling him 'Commander' a nickname 👀

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌:

Oscar Isaac

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒:

Salt and pepper hair | 2 moles next to his left eye that line up horizontally along with 1 above his left eyebrow and 1 on his left cheekbone that create a rough diamond shape | various scars all across his body but the most noticeable is a groove near the center of his left cheek from a bullet grazing his face | likes to cover up, always in long sleeves, hoodies, jackets, or trench coats

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

N/A

𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐃.𝐎.𝐁.:

44 | 02/02/1979 (GROUNDHOG DAY)

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂:

Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon, Scorpio Rising

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍:

Huehuetenango, Guatemala / Phoenix, Arizona

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘:

father, mother, oldest brother, oldest sister, older brother, younger sister (names tbd), he has not had any contact with them since joining the Foundation.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒:

Cis man, He/Him

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘:

Demisexual, masc leaning

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒:

Single, never married

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒:

Proactive, Adaptable, Efficient, Disciplined, Observant, Independent, Diplomatic, Persuasive, Empathetic, Curious

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒:

Restless, Sensitive, Cynical, Stubborn, Idealistic, Cautious, Judgemental, Mischievous, Deflective, Pushy, Impulsive

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒:

gives nicknames, carries an A5 journal on him at all times, putting a hand to his chin when he's deep in thought, scratching his cheeks lightly when he's embarrassed, pinching the bridge of his nose when he's feeling annoyed or overwhelmed, he cannot stand silence so he will hum, sing, talk to himself/narrate what he is doing if there's no one around to talk to/if no one is willing to engage in conversation with him

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒:

he is constantly picking up and dropping new hobbies, but the the ones that stuck were: journaling, photography, and reading; most recent was learning the acoustic guitar

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 (𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄):  

Gomita “Gummy/Gumdrop”, tabby cat

THE FOUNDATION.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄:

MTF Commander, Chi-00 "The Broken Scales of Themis"

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍(𝐒):

MTF Operative, Delta-4 “Minutemen,” Lambda-12 “Pest Control,” and Xi-13 “Sequere Nos”, Omega-1 "Law's Left Hand"

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓:

MTF OMEGA-1 ; Located and terminated Director ████████ ██████, Head Researcher ████ █████, and General █████ ██████ after a data breach on █ / █ / █ was traced back to them. [𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅] was also able to confirm a connection between this breach and Group of Interest, Anderson Robotics.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒:

hand-to-hand combat, firearms, guerrilla warfare, bomb making and disarming, infiltration, wiretapping, reconnaissance, counterintelligence, assassinations, rhetoric, persuasion, dialectic, acoustic guitar

EXTRAS.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘: C/P from sample app for now (threat)

Rescued in 2000 by  MTF Xi-5, “Newton's Bullies,” during the preliminary exploration into SCP-35320’s domain, anomalous location SCP 35320-1, 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅’s introduction to the Foundation was nothing short of a miracle. Missing person reports from the time revealed that 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 had been reported as MIA after he disappeared during a training exercise in the Tucson Mountains by Unit 162 WG of the Arizona Air National Guard on November 17, 1998. It’s in the popular belief that 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 was selected at random by SCP-35320 due to his age or simply because the opportunity presented itself as no one else in his unit was captured by 35320 for its ‘game.’ [See Mission File #871-341-X for more information. Must be Clearance Level 5 or higher to access the file.] Once Xi-5 breached the boundary of anomalous location SCP 35320-1, the parameters to SCP-35320’s ‘game’ were met, and it began to systematically hunt down members of Xi-5, leading to multiple casualties. X-9, Op. Zuri Williams, and X-4, Op. Thomas Smith (KIA) made initial contact with 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 after they became separated from the rest of the unit. The Foundation promptly took him into custody for debriefing once Xi-5 exited SCP-35320’s domain. However, due to the Foundation’s limited research on SCP-35320, it soon became apparent that the likelihood of Xi-5 escaping was incredibly low as SCP-35320 dispatched more unit members. In an act of desperation, MTFC Ingrid Olsen made the call that 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 would be of better use as a soldier under Olsen’s command rather than a prisoner. This decision was what ultimately allowed for the neutralization of SCP-35320 as 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅’s knowledge of the terrain and SCP-35320’s ‘rules’ were immeasurably valuable for the success of the mission. Because of his usefulness during the mission, the question of what to do with 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 after debriefing led to both Head Researcher, Dr. Diego Ochoa, and the MTF Xi-5 Commander contacting separate Ethics Committee liaisons due to the uniqueness of this case. To avoid potentially losing a valuable asset to the Foundation, the Ethics Committee decreed to spare 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅, offering the man options of receiving Class B amnestics and returning to his family, or joining the Foundation. It is unclear why 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 made the choice he did, but the Foundation gained an invaluable asset that day. In his 24 years of service with the Foundation since this incident,  𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 has come to sport an impressive career in various MTFs, such as  Delta-4 “Minutemen,” Lambda-12 “Pest Control,” and Xi-13 “Sequere Nos” before finally landing in Omega-1 “Law's Left Hand” after being hand selected by the Ethics Committee for his part in in the Xerox Revision. While he is one of the most reliable mainstays in Omega-1, it is unclear how much longer the Ethics Committee is willing to risk 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 in the field.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

tbd

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒:

It Began with a twist of Fate, Conditioned to Accept Horror, Trauma Conga Line, Jade-Colored Glasses, One-Man Army, Despair Event Horizon, Identity Breakdown, The McCoy, To be Lawful or Good, Beware the Honest Ones, Sliding Scale of Idealism vs. Cynicism, Sliding Scale of Free WIll vs. Fate,

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

R.J. MacReady (The Thing 1982), Glenn Rhee (The Walking Dead), Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron (Star Wars), Aragorn (The Lord of the Rings), Nina Fortner (Naoki Urasawa's Monster), Wolfgang Grimmer (Naoki Urasawa's Monster), Dean Winchester (Supernatural), Sam Winchester (Supernatural), Simba (The Lion King)

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒: *tw: blood mention

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EMPLOYEE ID 6456-8217-8; 𝐶𝑂𝑊𝐵𝑂𝑌 𝐺𝑅𝐸𝐸𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 Seth Hiroshi Masters 𝐀𝐠𝐞 38 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 cis man, he/him  𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 Will Sharpe     𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 retired

PROFILE.

Unassuming and reserved, [𝐶𝑂𝑊𝐵𝑂𝑌 𝐺𝑅𝐸𝐸𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺]’s record of service can, at best, be described as consistent. However, the origins of this operative’s connection to the Foundation are strikingly non-standard. As a child they survived not only direct exposure to an apocalyptic Apollyon-Class SCP that manifested at their hometown [DATA EXPUNGED], but also the contingency plan enacted to avoid a K-Class Scenario. Despite administration of Class B Amnestics to target [𝐶𝑂𝑊𝐵𝑂𝑌 𝐺𝑅𝐸𝐸𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺]’s memories regarding the real reason that half the population of [DATA EXPUNGED] disappeared overnight, medical reports indicate the operative has persistent dreams involving the incident. So it was quite serendipitous that [𝐶𝑂𝑊𝐵𝑂𝑌 𝐺𝑅𝐸𝐸𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺] ended up working for the Foundation in adulthood. Whether this result can be chalked up to coincidence or this operative’s connection to researcher [𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸 𝐻𝑈𝐺𝐺𝐸𝑅] is yet to be seen. In any case, the Ethics Committee is certain that their participation in MTF Chi-00 will lead to a future breakthrough on synthetic amnestics, and will be supervising their growth within the team. — Internal Memo from the Ethics Committee.

LAST ASSIGNMENT.

JR.  RESEARCHER;  Site-169, Anomalous  Entity  Engagement  Division,  studying  behavioral  interventions  in  improving  anomaly  cooperation.  Former  site  evaluator,  worked  with  Rho-7,  Nu-3,  Delta-4,  and  Lambda-12. 

INTERRELATIONS OF NOTE.

𝑂𝐿𝐷 𝑆𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇. In contrast to you, they seem able to remain calm under any sort of pressure. It’s admirable and comforting. But only kind of, because it’s hard not to compare yourself to them. Insecurities about whether or not you should be here are starting to spill over and taint the work you’re doing. Thankfully, it seems that 𝑂𝐿𝐷 𝑆𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇 has noticed and has decided to watch over you. Or are they merely just watching?

𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸 𝐻𝑈𝐺𝐺𝐸𝑅. You’d follow them to hell and back, but… you’re starting to think this latest venture might have been a mistake — for both of you. You’re hoping you’re wrong and it’s just stress over the new position. Plus, you can tell how excited 𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸 𝐻𝑈𝐺𝐺𝐸𝑅 is by all this. But like with everything else, doubts have started to creep in and you’ve have always wondered if they really understand what the purpose of the Foundation is. Still, you’d never leave their side if you have any say about it.

𝐸𝐿𝐸𝑉𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐼𝐶. You find yourself in their office on the regular lately. You’re not even sure why, half the time; maybe you just need somebody to talk to. Somebody who doesn’t know you like the back of their hand…. Y’know, maybe it’s time that you moved out of your comfort zone and made new friends. 𝐸𝐿𝐸𝑉𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐼𝐶 seems like a good choice in that regard.

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[ATTENTION ALL STAFF; CODE: BLUE. THERE HAS BEEN A CONTAINMENT BREACH IN THE EUCLID HOLDING CELLS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ALL SITE PERSONNEL ARE TO PROCEED TO FALLOUT SHELTERS IMMEDIATELY. ALL SITE PERSONNEL ARE REQUIRED TO LEAVE ALL CHEESE BASED FOOD PRODUCTS BEHIND AND ENTER DECONTAMINATION CELLS UNDER CODE: BLUE CHEMICAL ATTRACTANT PROTOCOLS BEFORE ENTERING FALLOUT SHELTERS. MTF LAMBDA-12 IS EN ROUTE TO NEUTRALIZE THE ESCAPED ANOMALY AND RETURN IT TO CONTAINMENT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. LOCK DOWN IS IN EFFECT UNTIL MTF DECLARES ALL CLEAR OR 05 OVERRIDE.]

she got too rowdy

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Codices of Panay

Turing-complete manifestation CLADOgrams (using VeneraFS, a rich media Parade+ZealOS DolDoc direct transparent filesystem & fileserver) to divide information into concise tiny affirmations like a tree, a deque or a cell grid. Mostly aimed for autistic individuals & machine androids, for self-reflection, for affirming + manifesting goals into suggested truths and ofc for communication.

May use few verbs (~48-60 opcodes) & a less limited selection of subjects (agreeing with my constructed language grammar mostly), to leave space for additional "Lambda" arguments / parameters beyond the first 12-bit block.

[games / toys ruleset like Neville Goddard’s, H.G. Wells’ Little Wars, Panini’s Grammars and Alonzo Church’s Lambda Calculus aimed for life-long learning / self-improvement and manifestation purposes],

Rogue Servitor Autonomous Service Grids [federated but not centralized],

Verb Agent Lambda is my toon comic strips form of the 'Neue Geo-Syndicalism' thesis about this language + manifestation paradigm.

So... yeah I am breaking apart within and collapsing as I am sick too rn. Mostly because I feel like a failure again for not reaching strong MTF results this week... Help me...

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Planned Coins

Alt Coining - [1] [2]

Gendersafe | Safe

Gendereuclid | Euclid

Genderketer | Keter

Genderthaumiel | Thaumiel

Genderneutralized | Neutralized

Genderapollyon | Apollyon

Genderembla | Embla

Genderunnecessary | Unnecessary

Genderarchon | Archon

Genderuncontained | Uncontained

Containment Classes

Flor Galana

Gevurah

Heimal

Tiamat

Ticonderoga

Cernunnos

Enochian

Draugr

Finis

Gödel

Maksur

Disruption Classes

Dark

Vlam

Keneq

Ekhi

Amida

Risk Classes

Notice

Caution

Warning

Danger

Critical

Amnestics

Amnestics (General)

Class A | General Retrograde

Class B | Regressive Retrograde

Class C | Targeted Retrograde

Class D | Progressive Retrograde

Class E | Ennui

Class F | Fugue

Class G | Gaslighting

Class H | Anterograde

Class I | Transient

Mnestics

Mnestics (General)

Class W | Reliable

Class X | Restorative

Class Y | Drill

Class Z | Lifetime

Gnostics

Gnostics (General)

Agnostics

Agnostics (General)

K-Class Scenarios

AK-Class "Madness" Scenario

CK-Class "Restructuring" Scenario / RK

EK-Class "End of Human Consciousness" Scenario / MK

GH-Class "Dead Greenhouse" Scenario

HK-Class "Deific Subjugation" Scenario

IK-Class "End of Global Civilization" Scenario

LK-Class "Species Transmutation" Scenario

NK-Class "Grey Goo" Scenario

SK-Class "Dominance Shift" Scenario

XK-Class "End of the World" Scenario

XK-Δ-Class "Solar Singularity" Scenario

ZK-Class "Reality Failure" Scenario"

"Broken Masquerade" Scenario

ΩK-Class "End of Death" Scenario

Authority

MTF Alpha-1 "Red Right Hand" | Overseer Council

MTF Epsilon-11 "Nine-Tailed Fox" | O5, Internal Security

MTF Omega-1 "Law's Left Hand" | Ethics Comittee

MTF Rēsh-1 "Seat of Consciousness" | The Administrator

Anomalous

MTF Omega-7 "Pandora's Box" (Disbanded)

MTF Alpha-9 "Last Hope"

MTF Omega-12 "Achilles' Heels"

Environmental

MTF Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots" | Rural, Suburban

MTF Tau-51 "Urban Brawl" | Urban

MTF Pi-1 "City Slickers" | Dense Urban

MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" | Underground

MTF Theta-90 "Angle Grinders" | Unstable Geometry

MTF Lambda-5 "White Rabbits" | Unstable Reality

Undercover

MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express"

MTF Iota-10 "Damn Feds"

MTF Psi-7 "Home Improvement"

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[white-rabbits-captain]

Item Number: SCP-2446-M1

Object Class: Keter (Euclid reclassification pending)

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2446-M1 is currently being held in a padded heavy containment resembling MTF style barrack accommodations. They are to be treated for brain damage under the supervision of site medical personnel.

M1 has a deep understanding of Foundation protocols and inner workings. She has used this knowledge to breach containment on multiple occasions. If she is lucid enough to speak, she is lucid enough to breach containment

Description: SCP-2446-M1, or M1 for short, is the latest SCP-2446-1 instance to appear within a 12 km area San Jose, CA. By some miracle alive, but in critical condition. A single gunshot wound to the head. She was quickly rushed to the nearest Foundation site for immediate medical intervention saving her life.

M1 has been identified as a near physical and genetic match to Senior Agent Jin Okamoto, the current leader of Mobile Task Force Lambda-5. The only difference so far being her bright green eyes. Possibly younger than her alt.

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M1 is a non anomalous human in terms of abilities, don't try to kill/mortally wound her.

Muse uses she/her pronounce.

No NSFW. Suggestive asks are fine but you might lose a hand.

No godmodding. M1 is my character and I want to keep it that way.

Please don't touch M1 inappropriately (e.g groping her). Unless we have a ship with her, in which case keep it PG-13.

Currently in a relationship with @mtfjohnscp

Feel free to engage in RP! mun is literate.

If you have an extreme typing quirk, either provide translation or do not interact. I have poor reading comprehension as is.

[geckoodles]

Item #: SCP-721-A

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:

SCP-721-A is to be kept within a sealed, ten (10) meter by ten (10) meter containment cell at all times. No unauthorized personnel are permitted to enter the containment cell unless specifically instructed by a Security Clearance Level 4 (or higher) site supervisor. The interior of the cell is to be kept under constant remote surveillance through the designated wall-mounted security camera.

Subject is to have it's hands bound at all times. Bindings are to be made from layered metals including lead, copper, brass and steel. SCP-721-A is to be exposed to artificial sunlight at all times except during feeding and testing. Subject is to be fed once every 13 days, consisting of one (1) D-Class Personnel scheduled to be terminated.

SCP-721-B is to be stored inside of a locked container made up of layered steel and lead. Experiments involving the use of 721-B must be approved by personnel with Level 4 clearance or higher.

Description:

SCP-721-A is a humanoid entity approximately 3 meters in height, which bares the appearance similar to that of a gargoyle, with a wingspan of roughly 5.4 meters. The wing membranes appear to be made of a thick, shadowy mist that the entity can control at will. By this method SCP-721-A has been observed to sweep outwards with it's wings, prey passing through the membrane effortlessly before being pulled towards it as though the membrane was solid. It has glowing golden eyes and prominent incisors and tusks. The entity's skin is made of an unknown stone-like material; samples removed from the body rapidly calcify before testing can be done. Areas of exposed crystal are visible across sections of it's body and appear to be luminescent labradorite, but as with skin samples these calcify when removed from the entity.

SCP-721-A is known to be capable of speaking Bulgarian and rough english, though it generally refuses to speak to personnel. Subject is generally aggressive and periodically demands the return of SCP-721-B. (See interview 721.01) SCP-721-B is a ring made of an unknown stone similar to that of SCP-721-A's skin, and bears golden markings which produce a faint glow. The entity becomes increasingly agitated when the ring is worn by another humanoid, and seems to be able to sense where the ring is outside of containment. Any subject wearing the ring cannot be physically harmed by 721-A while aware of it's presence, though 721-A will attempt to kill the subject after the ring is removed.

SCP-721-A feeds by draining the blood of it's prey, and prefers humans to anything else. The entity's preferred method of hunting appears to be stalking and, when close enough, breaking the neck of prey before feeding. After prey has been drained the entity appears to push the remains into the membrane of it's wing, whereupon it vanishes. Tracking devices placed on prey before feeding have failed to provide any information on where these remains are sent. Testing with body mounted cameras is currently awaiting approval. When threatened the entity shows a number of anomalous abilities. It's claws will begin to glow green when fighting, and even the smallest cut from them in this state will turn victims to stone; there is currently no known way to prevent this or stop it's effects. SCP-721-A has been seen to create portals appearing to be composed of shadows, mainly as a method of transportation. The entity also seems to have some control over shadows; an area of roughly 3.7 meters around it is always darker than the surrounding area, and in low light conditions proves to be an effective way of disorienting prey. This effect is not present while SCP-721-A is in direct sunlight.

Discovery:

SCP-721-A was discovered in 2011 in ██████, Bulgaria following a Foundation operatives investigation into several disappearances reported in the area. Agents reported finding SCP-721-A draining the blood of a young male before disappearing through a portal. MTF Lambda-12 ("Pest Control") was assigned to locate and capture the entity. SCP-721-A was found near █████, Bulgaria and attacked agents, killing one and injuring three more before weapons fire deterred it. Entity was pursued to a clearing in the area at dawn; once exposed to sunlight it became immobile, it's body hardening and turning to stone. Capture was concluded with no further issues and brought to Site-██. SCP-721-B was found while bringing in SCP-721-A.

Interview 721.01

Interviewed: SCP-721-A

Interviewer: Dr. Romaine

Notes: Interview was conducted three days after SCP-721-A was placed in containment. D-07389 was equipped with standard audio recording equipment and sent in with Dr. Romaine. Prior to the interview the subject attempted to breach containment, but was immobilized by the UV lights in the containment unit. Subject was warned against attempting another breach. 

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D-07389 enters the containment unit, equipped with standard recording device. Dr. Romaine follows and remains near the entrance to the unit. The primary containment lights are shut off and the overhead lights come on.

D-07389 is instructed to move closer to SCP-721-A with the microphone. Subject complies.

Dr. Romaine: Greetings SCP-721-A.

721-A focuses on Dr. Romaine, growling.

721-A: I will kill you all-

Dr. Romaine: I see. My name is Dr. Susan Romaine, and I have a few questions to ask you.

721-A leans forward, using it's wings as supports.

Dr. Romaine: Can you tell me what you are?

721-A: Нещо много по-старо от теб

Dr. Romaine: Pardon?

Dr. Romaine: (into provided communication device) What language is that? Can we get a translator in here?

Dr. Romaine is informed that it can't be identified yet.

Dr. Romaine: Damn, alright. 721-A, where did you come from?

721-A growls, taking a step closer to D-07389.

721-A: You know

D-07389 backs away, visibly intimidated. Subject is ordered to remain where they are.

Dr. Romaine: No, we don't. If we knew, I wouldn't be asking.

721-A: Bulgaria.

721-A takes another step towards D-07389. Subject is ordered not to move away.

Dr. Romaine: Bulgaria. Is that where you originated from?

721-A growls again.

Dr. Romaine: (producing a picture of SCP-721-B) Can you tell me about this?

721-A is observed to become agitated upon seeing the image, flaring wings and growling more deeply.

Dr. Romaine: Can you tell me about this object? It was recovered when you were brought in.

721-A: това е мое и го искам обратно

Dr. Romaine: I do not speak Bulgarian, 721-A.

721-A suddenly lunges forward, grabbing D-07389 with it's wing claws and pulling them towards it. The D-Class's screams are silenced abruptly with a loud cracking noise. Dr. Romaine hastily exits the unit.

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SCP- 721-A was immobilized and another D-Class sent in to retrieve the recording device from D-07389's remains. All that remained of D-07389 was left forearm, torn at the elbow, and the recording device.

Continuation of [x].

[hisclockworkservants]

SCP Foundation art, a logo design of MTF Lambda-12 - "Pest Control" I made for ARD.

[gearholder]

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[dzthenerd490]

Addendum X-7 Final Part

After opening the door, the four of them found themselves in another walkway over the flowing water. Thankfully the next door was close by, so they got to it and entered, though on the other side of that door was a metal staircase full of leeches. 

Paris: Fuck, no avoiding them, just try not to let them bite you. 

They all did as Paris commanded and walked up the rusty metal stairs while trying but failing to avoid stepping on the leeches due to their massive numbers. Finally, then made it to the top and entered what looked to be a control room. 

Paris: Alright spread out and check the next room, there’s got to be something valuable here. New York and Rebecca checked the next room which turned out to be an outside area for storage. Besides that, the only thing Rebecca found was the Incinerator Keycard. 

Paris: That’s it, according to the map there’s no way left to go but back.

New York: Seriously? If someone was going to design this place like a labyrinth did, they have to make it so there would be so much backtracking because fuck this is annoying!

Rebecca: Can’t believe I actually agree with New York.

Paris: Unfortunately, so do I, but since the Red Queen turned out to be a lying bitch we can’t rely on her directions anymore, we’re going around blind whether we like it or not. Can’t leave any corner unchecked. So might as well go back and find another route. Especially since this Card should let us into the incinerator room.

Billy: Still, gotta say it's a cold day in hell when we all agree with New York.

New York: Oh, fuck all of you.

Paris, Rebecca and Billy all laughed as they walked out of the room, New York still groaned but followed the others as they traveled back the way they came. They went all the way back to the engine room where they fought the zombies from before. Only now with the card they found the device where the Incinerator Card was needed. After Rebecca swiped the card, they could open the door and enter. The first thing they encountered was just a hallway with another door to the end. 

Billy: Anybody else getting sick and tired of the empty places? I mean it's so anticlimactic.

Paris, New York, and Rebecca then glared at Billy for saying that. 

Billy: Wh- What?

New York: You just jinxed it you idiot!

Rebecca: Billy come on; you should be better by now.

Paris: Great, now we’re definitely going to be in for a world of hurt the moment we see what is on the other side of the door. 

Billy: Seriously? It couldn’t possibly be that bad-

Rebecca, Paris, New York: NO!

Rebecca, Paris, and New York raised their arms in shock, but it was too late and now they were groaning in frustration. 

Rebecca: Great! Now it's double jinxed.

Paris: Can’t believe I was afraid Rebecca was going to be the one to jinx us.

New York: Well, we’re dead, nice knowing your assholes.

Billy was getting annoyed and walked over the door to open it and hopefully prove them wrong. Even if it was another giant animal, they surely had the firepower needed to destroy the creature. However, upon entering they saw that the area was filled to the brim with leeches, and from one of the top railings a man in all white and long black hair was smiling at them. 

Unknown: Welcome young ones so glad you could join the party! After all it is your waking! Hahahahaha!

Paris, Rebecca, and New York glared at Billy who looked down to the floor in disappointment. He then looked at them with an awkward smile.

Billy: I mean, hopefully this guy is the final boss, right?

New York: If he doesn’t kill us, I’ll kill you.

Unknown: Kill you? No, no, no, today is the day of your rebirth! It will be glorious, just like mine…

Soon the young man shifted and transformed into Dr. Marcus.

Billy: What the hell? Dr. Marcus?! 

New York: That freak again!

Paris: So, it's true, you're a Sarkite aren’t you!

Dr. Marcus: Oh, it's true, we vile Sarkites, nothing more than a shadow of our ancestors the mighty Nälkä! But through the T Virus I found a miracle that will restore our great power in the honor of Grand Karcist Ion! I could have used it to take over Umbrella, but alas that traitor Albert Wesker and Doctor Birkin had me killed! I was to die slowly and painfully as my wounds were too severe even for my clan, but my beloved Leech Queen found me and devoured my body and in exchange I devoured her mind. Now we are one and more powerful than ever! I can create armies of monsters and resurrect an endless legion of the undead with her lovely little leeches. With this new power I will have my revenge on Umbrella, all the other Sarkite Clans will bow to me, and the world will be cleansed as I will use its blood to bring forth Grand Karcist Ion and be rewarded for my devotion as his newest Karcist! Hahahahaha!

Billy: You freak! You're going to pay for all the death and destruction you caused!

Rebecca: And for all our friends you killed!

Dr. Marcus: Oh, my dear children… YOU DON’T KNOW HOW WRONG YOU ARE.

Soon Dr. Marcus started puking leeches and his body started mutating revealing his whole body was made out of nothing but leethes. With his new abomination-like body he jumped down to face them and stood tall as the leeches formed his new and monstrous limbs.

New York: … Huh, I was actually expecting something a lot scarier. 

Paris: Take him out! Billy, use the Magnum!

Billy: Roger that! 

They all soon got out their weapons and started firing at the Leech Monster, as much as they could both aiming for the head and at specific leeches knowing that was the only way they were going to hurt it. New York stood in the back to get ready his Spray Gun by loading it with his last necrosis canister but shockingly after a few more shots the monster just died. 

Paris: Keep firing! Keep firing it’s… it's going to… it's dead?

Rebecca: We… We killed it already?

Billy: Huh… we’ll what did I tell you guys it wa pretty anticlimactic-

Rebecca: No, don't!

Paris: Too late! Brace!

Paris, Billy, and Rebecca raised their arms to guard while New York got in front of them already to flood the monster with necrosis venom. However, it didn’t get up, it really was dead, and New York kicked it a few times just to confirm. 

New York: … Woah… that really was anticlimactic.

Paris: Hmph, well I stand corrected but still I’d feel safer if we could have put a Necrosis Gas Grenade in its stomach, sorry by the way New York. 

New York: Nah it's fine, I’ll just spray it a little and we can get out of here. 

New York only sprayed a small amount onto the monster as the group left for the only door in the room.

Paris: Hm… Looks to be one person needs to be at this counsel and another needs to be at that one. 

Rebecca then got to the first counsel and Billy got to the other, as they activated it the door opened and the four went to the other side, though Rebecca stopped to look back at the room full of leeches. 

Rebecca: Uh, guys? If Dr. Marcus is dead and his body fused with the leech queen shouldn’t all the baby leeches be dead too?

Paris: Doesn’t always work that way rebecca, just because the main brain of the hive mind is dead doesn’t mean the soldiers will die. We should take it as a good sign that they're not doing anything, if he really was still alive, they would be swarming us right now.

Rebecca nodded as she couldn’t deny that was a logical assumption, still she looked back at the leech queen that was slowly dissolving due to the Necrosis Venom. She then shook her head and left the room before she could witness the remains of the leech queen dissolve. 

New York: Holy Shit check this out!

New York then ran over to a lift device within the room.

New York: It's a lift! We can use this to get to the surface! We’re getting out of here! 

Paris: We shouldn’t do that New York, for all we know…

Paris was suddenly interrupted by his communication device finally connecting back with Command. 

Paris: Hello?! Hello Command, can you hear me?!

Command: We hear you Paris, and good news, the dogs have cleared out of the area, we can now safely extract you into the air.

New York: Thank the non-existent gods!

Paris: Quiet! That’s good to hear Command, we’ll put down flares, so you’ll be able to see us.

Command: Understood sending out a retrieval chopper now.

Paris: Catch us if you can, out.

New York: Alright assholes! Let’s get the hell out of here!

Billy: Stop calling us that.

New York just laughed as he pulled the level as soon as all four of them got onto the lift. Soon they were finally ascending to the higher level and hopefully an exit out of there. However just as they all sighed in relief, suddenly the walls from down below burst open and out came Dr. Marcus as an even larger and more mutant Leech Queen Monster. 

Billy: Holy shit! 

Rebecca: You got to be fucking kidding me! 

Paris: Shoot it now! Don’t let it reach us!

The four of them leaned to the edge of the railing and started shooting at the Leech Queen Monster as it started racing up the railing towards them. Unfortunately, even as they were getting close to the level and still shooting at the monster it reached them and rammed into the lift. 

Paris: Fuck! Get off the lift now!

The four of them jumped off as quickly as they could, not a moment too soon as the Leech Queen bursted through the lift and was now ready to face them in its new heavily mutated form. 

New York: God Fucking damn it, should have sprayed the fucker to death!

Billy: Do it right now then! 

Paris: Everyone, shoot this fucker even after it’s dead!

Unknown: Attention Umbrella Staff, the Self Destruction Procedures have been activated.

Rebecca: We have to hurry!

Soon they all started shooting at the Leech Queen blowing off bits and pieces of the monster only for it to regenerate every time. Even when New York attacked it with Necrosis Venom based weapons it started regenerating too quickly. Rebecca thought hard, as she kept shooting and trying to dodge the acid the Leech Queen was spitting everywhere, it had to have some kind of weakness. She then remembered in one of her biology studies that Leeches actively avoid areas of high UV rays like spots in direct sunlight. Perhaps even the mutant Leech Queen was no different and could be weakened or at the very least unable to regenerate in sunlight.

She looked up and saw that the ceiling could open up to reveal the sky and possibly a way out of here but to open it they would need to get the locks open. She looked around again and saw two different wheels, possibly for opening up the two components of the locks. 

Rebecca: Cover me! I got an idea!

Paris: Do it quickly! Also tell us if we can help!

Rebecca: Go over to that wheel over there and turn it as quickly as you can! Hurry!

Paris did so but one of the tentacles of the Leech Queen tried to stop him, not a worry as all he had to do was punch it making it recoil quickly in pain. Paris got to the wheel and started turning, Rebecca then got to hers thanks to Billy covering her and they both turned. Soon the locks pulled back and the ceiling hatch started opening up revealing the sun in the sky and quickly burning the Leech Queen. 

It roared and shreeked in pain as it started growing out tentacles to whip at them forcing the four to spread out and jump into cover at various places around the area to avoid getting hit. Thankfully they didn’t need to do this long as not only was the Leech Queen no longer able to regenerate but it couldn’t even keep its body stable either. It started falling apart slowly and went to the hole of the lift in hopes of using the darkness to recover.

Paris: Now!

On Paris’s command they all started firing again, now it was actually starting to fall apart because of their continuous fire at the Leech Queen. Paris with his dual SMGs, New York with his Shotgun, Rebecca with her pistol, and Billy with his Assault rifle, the only time any of them stopped was when they needed to reload. Finally, the Leech Queen was at its limit only barely holding itself together Billy saw this as an opportunity and pulled out the Magnum that just so happened to have only one bullet left. He aimed it at the mouth of the Leech Queen and smiled.

Billy: With this, the Nightmare ends!

Billy fired and with that the Leech Queen fell down the tunnel of the lift, falling to pieces as it finally died. Even if it could recover from that the self-destruction sequence was almost down making the whole structure collapse before the explosion. 

Paris: Everyone out! This way!

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It was with pure luck that they managed to get out before the entire facility and by extension the mansion blew up. Now the four of them were on a cliff having watched the whole explosion, Billy took off his cuff and threw it into the forest and Paris set off a flare to get the attention of Foundation helicopters. Meanwhile New York raised his middle finger to the mansion as it exploded into pieces.

New York: Heh, fuck umbrella, glad to know there's nothing left of those assholes.

Billy: That’s actually not true, they got their main headquarters in Raccoon City and various other locations around the world. I heard a majority of them are in places all across Europe. But for now, I’d say they're not a threat without this T-Virus crap. So, your job is done, good job you guys.

Rebecca: Not yet. 

Rebecca walked to Paris, he looked at her confused at first but then realized what she wanted and gave her the dog tags of London and Hong Kong. She took them and walked over to the edge of the cliff. 

Rebecca: Nathan Elegger, Code Name: London. Jeffery Michel, Code Name: Hong Kong… Thank you for your sacrifice… You’ll never be forgotten. 

Rebecca then clasped her hands together to do a little prayer for them, Billy smiled and joined her, then soon so did Paris despite being an atheist. New York just sighed and looked the other way as they prayed. Once they were done Rebecca gave Paris back the dog tags and looked back to the distance.

Rebecca: … Look! There’s the Spencer Mansion. 

Paris, Billy, and New York all looked at where Rebecca was pointing and saw the mansion.

Rebecca: That’s where Enrico went to meet up with the Alpha team. 

Soon the helicopter started coming in and was getting ready to land so it could pick them up.

New York: Well, his problem now. Come on, let's get those T Virus samples and get out of here. 

Paris: Hold up, there’s still one thing we need to deal with. 

Rebecca: Two actually, I’m not coming.

Paris, Billy, and New York all looked at Rebecca in shock.

Rebecca: I made a promise to meet with the Alpha team, I’m still a member of S.T.A.R.S., I can’t abandon my team. 

Paris: Actually, Rebecca that’s what I wanted to confirm, you don’t have to be a S.T.A.R.S. member anymore, you and Billy both have what it takes to join the Foundation… if you are willing to fight anomalous threats like what we faced today that is.

Billy: I can handle monsters so long as I never have to hurt the innocent, I wasn’t actually sure you were serious about the offer but… thank you.

New York: Don’t thank him, seriously this job is fun but also a pain in the ass in all the worst ways. 

Rebecca laughed but then she frowned again.

Rebecca: Thank you, Paris I think I’d like to join and help, but… I still need to go to the mansion. I have to at least make sure Chris and Jill are okay. Those two are like a big brother and sister to me, I can’t let them get hurt. 

Paris: … *sigh* in that case I’m going with you.

New York: Wha- Boss?

Paris then took the medical case Rebecca was holding and gave it to New York.

Paris: There, take the samples from New York and get Billy processed. Just tell Command I’ll be running late. 

New York: … You're crazy, both of you. I’m not sticking around in this hell hole fuck this shit.

New York then ran off to the helicopter leaving Billy, Rebecca, and Paris behind.

Billy: If you want, I can go with you guys. I really could use a break, but it doesn’t feel right taking one without either of you.

Rebecca: Actually, you can’t because…

Rebecca walked up to Billy and ripped off his dog tags.

Rebecca: As of today, Billy Coen is officially dead, and here is my proof.

Billy: … Thank you… I’ll see you on the other side.

Paris: … As you were… Trooper.

Billy: Yes Sir!

Billy Salluted to Paris and he saluted back along with Rebecca. 

Paris: Just one thing to remember Rookie, there’s no actual salute in the Foundation.

Billy: Really? I like it better here already!

Billy then ran off to the helicopter with New York, once they were both on it took off. 

Paris: Now then, let's go find Alpha Team.

Rebecca: Should be a lot easier with the virus and the dogs gone. *yawn* give us some time to nap as well.

Paris: Let's hope, with the Leech Queen dead there shouldn’t be any more monsters infected with the virus. But even if there are still monsters out there, it's not like it's anything we can’t handle.

Rebecca: Haha, you're not supposed to jinx it remember?

Paris smiled under his helmet as he and Rebecca set off to the mansion.

Recording End

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Unknown to him the recording data reached its limit at this time and thus did not record a majority of the data revolving around Paris and Rebecca entering the mansion. Only when they linked data with Mobile Task Force Beta-7 “Maz Hatters” did recording on their end continue. Please see Addendum X-11 for said recording.

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PROFILE.

An inspiration to us all, [𝐼𝑉𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝑇𝑂𝑊𝐸𝑅] has never turned back in fear of the unknown. A mainstay in the frontlines since the start of their career in MTF [REDACTED], they have braved SCP after SCP and have always managed to return alive, cheery and vivacious. Though they’ve been given internal awards and numerous commendations for their bravery, [𝐼𝑉𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝑇𝑂𝑊𝐸𝑅] has refused to rest on their laurels, preferring to carry on serving as a first-responder. Their reason is a testament to their virtue, as they say they solemnly feel for their lost brethren and will not leave the frontlines in honor of them. However, there are colleagues who have responded to the accolades [𝐼𝑉𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝑇𝑂𝑊𝐸𝑅] has proudly added to their portfolio with surprise and dismay, insisting that this operative should not have survived, as no one is “that lucky.” Accusations flew of unfair allocation of resources, convenient relocations, and unusual adjustments to their duties. Detractors claimed these undocumented perks served to insulate [𝐼𝑉𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝑇𝑂𝑊𝐸𝑅] from under-performance, mishaps, and the same hazards their fellows faced. However, to the Foundation’s understanding and thorough internal review, anyone who has been on the field with [𝐼𝑉𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝑇𝑂𝑊𝐸𝑅] claims they have seen the team’s hero fighting with them, side-by-side. To our knowledge, [𝐼𝑉𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝑇𝑂𝑊𝐸𝑅] has responded to these allegations with grace and kindness, insisting that these comments stem from misplaced hurt and grief for the fallen. A close confidante and fan of [𝐼𝑉𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝑇𝑂𝑊𝐸𝑅], who wishes to be anonymous, has stated the popular operative is merely resourceful, a talented networker, and a devoted employee, therefore an easy target for jealousy. With this recommendation, the Committee is certain that their service with the Broken Scales of Themis will provide a staging ground for [𝐼𝑉𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝑇𝑂𝑊𝐸𝑅] to demonstrate their true worth, once and for all. — Internal Memo from the Ethics Committee.

LAST ASSIGNMENT.

UTP;  recommendations  include  a  frontline  Tactical  Response  Officer  or  Containment  Specialist  from  MTF  Xi-5  “Newton's  Bullies”,  Beta-7  “Maz  Hatters”,  Lambda-5  “White�� Rabbits”,  Lambda-12  “Pest  Control”,  Mu-13  “Ghostbusters”,  and  Phi-2  “Clever  Girls”.

INTERRELATIONS OF NOTE.

𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅. Your new Commander has quite the impressive CV so you expected someone distinguished but, in person, you find yourself a little… underwhelmed. A leader should be someone who can galvanize the masses and motivates their comrades to push forward, no matter what — and unfortunately, you can’t say 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 is an inspirational figure. Perhaps their long tenure as the Committee’s favorite has blunted their edge and therefore, that of the Broken Scales — an edge you could hone. It’s not that you’re angling to undermine them, no, you’ve never been interested in a leadership position — but if the other members of MTF Chi-00 feel like they have to turn to you for guidance, who are you to turn them away?

𝐸𝐿𝐸𝑉𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐼𝐶. You’re sure to keep yourself in tip-top form and acing every medical exam; your body is a temple! However, the team medic seems to be peering at your files a little closer than most. Which SCP was it, again, that gave you that rather debonair scar? Well, as a fellow high achiever — please, you can practically see the Ivies growing off of them — they should understand that, sometimes, it’s hard to keep track of your many glowing achievements.

𝑈𝑅𝐵𝐴𝑁 𝑀𝑌𝑇𝐻. So wide-eyed! So dazzled! By you, clearly, how sweet. You’re glad to answer all their questions, even the ones they haven’t thought to ask yet. Why mine the old, outdated guard for insight — you’re here now, and you’ll set them straight. Just wait for 𝑈𝑅𝐵𝐴𝑁 𝑀𝑌𝑇𝐻 and their fellow newbies to see you in action in the field. While there’s no danger of any of them outshining you, it’ll be amusing finding out what they’re made of. Some of them might even be useful.

𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑈𝑇𝑃. — Propose a connection between your character and any of our taken or open skeletons!

[depressedpuppet]

Im sending in MTF Squad lambda 12 "kinkshamers"

YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE YOU FUCKERS

[dzthenerd490]

Addendum X-7 Part 7

The four of them got off of the cable car, none of them saw anything of interest except Rebecca who went to collect more of the green herbs. Paris and New York progressed first by walking up the stairs to a door. Paris tried but the door was locked he then punched it leaving a large dent, he grunted and raised his fist to try again. 

Rebecca: Paris!

Paris and New York looked back to Rebecca who was now behind them.

Rebecca: Maybe we should try the easy way instead.

Rebecca pointed to another set of stairs leading to a much higher level, she then walked up them, and Billy smirked while going up with her. Paris sighed and followed them while New York grunted in annoyance. Up the stairs the four of them found another door and walked in finding a very old part of the station that seemed to be mostly unused for storage having lots of barrels and tanks. Since there was nothing of value here, they just moved on into the other room. Thankfully in this room they found all sorts of ammo, especially a map of the area which Paris quickly took a picture of with his Foundation Computer Screen Pad.

Paris: Alright! Now it looks like we're in a place called the Factory and... Oh, I got another message from the Red Queen. Looks like there's something she wants us to find.

New York: You're sure it's a good idea to be taking orders from this Red Bitch? For all we know it's a Neo Sarkite Trick. 

Billy: As painful as it is to agree with New York I think he's right, Paris.

Paris: It's either that or keep running around blindly. 

Rebecca: I agree, besides, I think we're more than prepared to-

Paris and New York: DON'T!

Rebecca was taken aback by the sudden shouting but did as they both demanded and shut her mouth quickly.

Paris: ... Sorry, it's just that saying crap like that tends to be a jinx that actually causes bad shit to happen. 

Billy: Yeah, I think New York can attest to that.

New York: Suck a dick jarhead.

Paris: Both of you shut up! Now let's move. 

The group walked back to the previous area and Paris pointed out a little platform that acted as a single person elevator. One by one they all rode it down and walked alongside the skywalk. It led them all too. New York looked down and nearly threw up as a result but managed to keep it down, though Billy chuckled at him for this. They made it to a door which, inside, led to some kind of engine room. They walked inside following Paris who was following the directions given to him by the Red Queen. They eventually made it to what looked to be the control area of this engine room. There didn't seem to be anything until Paris looked down and found the factory key. Just then he got new instructions from the Red Queen.

Paris: Alright looks like this is what we needed, let's get out of-

Rebecca: Wait, wait, what the hell is that?

Rebecca pointed to the only monitor that was working and on it was a black and white display of some kind of humanoid monster. 

Billy: What the hell is that?

Paris: Kinda looks like a homunculus. 

Rebecca: What's a homunculus?

Paris: Something alchemists have been trying to create for years, basically an artificial human.

Billy: Like Frankenstein?

Paris: No, Frankenstein are created from already dead bodies, a homunculus is created through natural elements infused together to create the closest to a natural body science, alchemy, or even thaumaturgy can get you. 

Billy and Rebecca were both looking at Pairs with a mixture of fear and confusion.

Paris: Yeah, the anomalous world is a lot bigger than you think, it's also unfortunately everywhere so all you need is to know where to look. But that's enough of me rambling, the point is that even if it is a homunculus then we have nothing to worry about because not even the Sarkites can create a perfect homunculus.

Rebecca: How can you be sure?

Paris: The same way no one has ever successfully created a working Frankenstein, to do so, you need to make not just the body but the soul. Without a soul it won't work, so a that homunculus is just a husk, nothing more. Now let's get out of here. 

Rebecca: Hm, roger.

The four of them were about to walk out but as they passed an engine looking device a Hunter showed up and attacked Paris. Thankfully as it lunged on him, he proved to be stronger and threw it over the side and into the seemingly bottomless pit below. unfortunately, another one came soon after, so Paris grabbed out his SMGs and started shooting its stomach until it died. 

Rebecca: Woah! You okay Par- 

Unfortunately, the fight wasn't over as the first Hunter showed itself again having clung to the railings and climbed back up. it roared at them ready to attack but Billy shot it with the Magnum and to everyone's shock the bullet was so powerful it blew up the Hunter's head making it's lifeless body fall back into the pit. 

Billy: Woah... I'm definitely keeping this. 

New York: Lucky asshole.

Paris: Alright that's enough gawking, let's get out of here before more of those freaks show up.

The four of them left the room and went out to the skywalk towards the elevator back up and went to the original control room. Paris then went to a computer and followed the Red Queen's instructions on what to do. After inserting the key and pressing some buttons, everyone heard a loud noise. It sounded like someone large rising up like a massive elevator. 

Paris: I like the sound of that, it means progression.

Billy: Or we're getting deeper into some nasty shit.

New York: In this line of work, that unfortunately means the same thing.

The four of them left the room and found a large elevator for what looked to be large equipment and even a cart to transport said equipment with cart rails and everything. Paris then pressed the buttons of the controls and after the sirens of the elevator sounded they started descending downward. They found only one way forward which was a short hall leading to a longer hall to the left, a metal door to the right, and two large metal doors in the middle. 

New York: ... Alright, what does the Red Bitch say now?

Paris: She's not sending any more messages, I guess we're on our own now.

Billy: Great. I really hope I was wrong about us being in deep shit.

The four of them walked forward to the two large metal doors first but as they did Paris head footsteps. He quickly signaled to everyone to stay quiet and stick to the sides. Paris and Rebecca got to the left side while Billy and New York went to the right. Suddenly the doors opened and out came Enrico of the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team. However, Paris, New York, and Billy didn't know this and quickly surrounded him with their guns up. 

Paris: Put your hands up!

New York: Do it motherfucker!

Billy: We don't want to hurt you, but we will if we have too. 

Rebecca: Wait! Guys stop! That's Enrico! 

The three of them looked at Rebecca in shock then to Enrico and quickly lowered their weapons. Enrico was silent in shock but was clearly about to talk so Paris quickly processed his name into the recording.

Enrico: ... I... Wha... Rebecca?! Wha- What?! What one earth is going one here who are these men and... who is this?

Enrico then pointed to Billy who was now looking around in panic.

Enrico: Don't tell me, are you-?

Rebecca: No Enrico! He's not Billy Coen, I uh... I think Billy Coen is dead.

Enrico: ... How can, you be sure? Ah, wait just let me... Huh? Damn it, I lost my file and picture on Billy Coen. 

Paris quickly grabbed Billy's dog tags while Enrico was checking his pockets. He then quietly handed them to Rebecca who quickly held them out.

Rebecca: Be- Because this is all I found of him...

Enrico looked at the dog tags and sighed in relief.

Enrico: ... What a relief just makes things easier for us, that bastards deserve to rot after what he did.

Billy clenched his fists in frustration, but Paris placed a hand on his shoulder to help comfort him a little. 

Enrico: especially after all the nightmares I've seen tonight. I assume you've encountered them too. 

Rebecca: Yeah, I was worried you weren't alive. 

Enrico: I though the same about you and the others, speaking of which where are they and who are these men.

Paris: CDC Lambda-12 special forces for anomalous pathogens spread through aggressive vermin. We were told leeches spreading a deadly pathogen were on the train we found Rebecca on earlier but uh... we ended up finding more than we bargained for, I already lost two men and we have to work with this civilian and Rebecca in order to survive. We were very lucky to have them both by our side, otherwise we might not have made it this far. 

Enrico: Damn, I'm sorry for your loss.

Paris: And we're sorry for yours.

Enrico looked at Paris confused then to Rebecca who looked at him with sadness.

Rebecca: ... Edward is dead, and I haven't had contact with the others so I think they might be dead too.

Enrico: ... Then we have no choice but to regroup with Alpha team, I got a message from Albert Wesker, Alpha Team is going to rendezvous with us at a mansion not far from here. We should expect them tomorrow so if we can make it tonight, we can rest there while we wait for them come on. 

Rebecca: Uh, actually I'm going to continue working with the CDC.

Enrico: What?!

Paris: Rebecca, you don't need to.

Rebecca: But I have too, whoever is responsible for all of this is still on the loose we have to catch them now.

Enrico: Rebecca that's suicide. If someone really did create all of these monsters, then we're clearly unmatched. Just let the CDC handle this... actually no, you guys should come with us, if we all go to the mansion you can radio for backup and then come back here with stronger numbers. 

Paris: We can't, we have to deal with this now, whoever is behind this probably knows we're here and is trying to kill us so they can escape. Besides we have some valuable information, but we still need more to confirm some things about who is behind this.

Enrico: ... I see, but still Rebecca, I insist you come with me, you know this is too much for you. You're just a rookie after all.

New York and Billy both shuttered when they heard Enrico say that and looked to Rebecca who seemed greatly annoyed. However, she quickly inhaled and exhaled allowing her to calm down.

Rebecca: Thank you for worrying Enrico but I'll be fine, I will catch up with you but for now I can't leave things like this. If I can, I have to find out what's going on here and stop it. 

Enrico: ... sigh alright fine but be careful! If you run into too much trouble just wait for me and the Alpha Team okay! We'll be here by tomorrow! As for you CDC Soldiers you better watch over Rebecca or else I'll sue the CDC! You get me!

Paris: You have nothing to worry about.

Enrico nodded and ran off to head to the mansion.

New York: ... If he was actually worried about Rebecca, wouldn't he have stayed or something?

Paris: No point in worrying about him anymore anyways. If he's survived this long on his own, heading to that mansion would be fine.

Billy: Paris, I know it's a bad time to say this, but shouldn't we go with him, I don't think he's wrong about finding a place to rest and call for backup. 

Paris: Backup was supposed to be here an hour ago actually, I don't know why it's not, but I have a feeling of what happened, and I really don't like it. Though I wasn't lying before... Billy, Rebecca, if you both don't want to stay here, you're under no obligation too, you can still catch up with Enrico and take a chance on the mansion. 

Rebecca and Billy looked at each other in shock while New York looked at Paris in shock.

New York: What the hell boss?! Protocol "Join or Die" states that any government body weather police or politician has to obey the Foundation once they are exposed to the Anomalous World.

Paris: I'm not concerned with Protocol right now New York I'm concerned with survival. Rebecca and Billy's life matter even if they are not with the Foundation, I'm not some Foundationist bastard who abuses Foundation power. Are you?

New York grunted and looked down in shame. Paris huffed and looked to Billy and Rebecca again who both smiled at him with their answer. 

Billy: Sorry Paris but you're not getting rid of me that easily.

Rebecca: I'm not leaving either; I owe it to London and Hong Kong to get the bastard behind this. 

Paris: ...When this is over, I'd like to offer you both positions within the Foundation, though I wouldn't be surprised if you'd both want to say no. I'm just saying the Foundation needs more strong and brave people like you two.

Billy and Rebecca looked at one another and smiled again, though this time they just remained silent.

Paris: Ahem, alright I think that's enough. Let's get this done tonight. 

Suddenly Paris received another notification form his Foundation Screen Pad. As he read he walked over to the corner and picked up a key.

Paris: She says there's an elevator over there it will lead us to where we want to go.

New York: sigh I hate to admit it, but the Red Queen is actually kinda usefull.

Billy: Let's hope it stays that way.

The four of them travel to the other side of the large elevator platform and go to the doors of another elevator right next to a collapsed tunnel. Paris activates the elevator and presses the correct button. However, Rebecca notices the rubble moving and sees on top a large humanoid monster walking forward into view. 

Rebecca: Uh guys? What's that?!

New York: Huh? HOLY SHIT!

Paris: FUCK ENEMY CONTACT, BACK UP! BACK UP!

They all backed away as the monster jumped down from the rubble towards them Rebecca was on its right, so it quickly swung its blade infested hand at her. She dodged and rolled forward in time but still the resulting damage showed she would have died painfully otherwise. 

Paris: Hostility is confrimed! Engage!

Rebecca got up quickly and started firing with her assault rifle while Paris shot at the Tyrant with his dual SMGs. New York quickly fired with his Shotgun expecting it to make quick work of the Tyrant. However, even as large patches of its skin were getting eaten by the necrosis venom these patches quickly dried up and fell off and were replaced with regenerated flesh super-fast. 

New York: What the fuck is this thing?!

Paris then unloaded both magazines in his SMGs into the Tyrants head hoping the overwhelming damage would kill it. However instead all the damage quickly healed, and it just glared at Paris in anger. It then charged at him with great speed and raised its blade arm to strike him down. Paris only barely caught the blade in time, but the Tyrant still had great strength and forced him down hard. Paris's feet dug into the metal below bending it badly and clearly showing the inhuman among of strength the Tyrant was forcing on him. 

Thankfully just in time Billy shot it in the back with the magnum making the Tyrant cry out in inhuman pain. New York then loaded his Foundation spray gun with the flame canister and started blasting the Tyrants back while Billy kept shooting. Paris then grabbed one of his SMGs and started shooting at the legs of the Tyrant further weaking it. Rebecca aimed for the other completely throwing it off balance. Billy then finished it off by shooting it one last time in the head making it explode. However, it quickly regenerated for a moment making it seems like the battle was still going, only for all the pieces to fall apart and fall to the ground dead.

Billy: Ha... Okay I think it's actually dead this time...

Paris: We all good? Ugh... No one is dead?

New York: Not so far, thank God.

Rebecca: Paris! Your hurt!

Rebecca ran over to Paris and quickly opened up the Foundation Medical Case she was given thankfully the visor Paris gave her started working and showing her what medicine to use and in what dosage. She quickly filled up an injection tool and placed it onto Paris's shoulder to inject it. Paris grunted but then popped his shoulders as he seemed to quickly start recovering his strength.

Paris: Thank you, Rebecca. 

Rebecca: I see you weren't lying when you said you wouldn't have gotten this far without me.

New York: Hmph, beginner's luck.

Billy: Hey! I think the elevator has finally come.

Paris: Would have been nice if it came sooner. Well, it's here now but before we leave, New York you got any more Necrosis Venom Gernades?

New York: Just one boss, but uh, you sure we won't need it? Could be more leech men where we're going. 

Paris: I'd rather make sure this thing, whatever the fuck it is, doesn't get back up again. 

Rebecca: Isn't this the homunculus? I thought you said bringing them to life was supposed to be impossible.

Paris: Yeah, it's supposed to be, whatever this virus is, it sure is full of surprises. All the more reason to find the bastard and kill him before he decides to do some real damage.

The four of them then got onto the elevator and as the doors closed New York pulled the pin and threw the grenade at the Tyrant.

New York: Wake up from that you fuck. 

Once the doors were closed the sound of the grenade going off and the necrosis venom gas disintegrating the Tyrant could be heard. 

Rebecca: which floor.

Paris: Fourth Floor definently.

New York: Did the Red Queen tell you that?

Paris: ... Her last message was her just laughing over and over. Then she said that even if the Tyrant didn't kill us then Doctor Marcis will. 

Billy: So, he is still alive, and probably behind all of this.

New York: God damn it I knew the Red Bitch couldn't be trusted.

Paris: Doesn't matter anymore, it's her own fault for leading us down here, now we can get Marcus and end this damn nightmare for good. 

Once they made it to the 4th Level, they found themselves on a metal bridge over water, they simply just walked over it and through the doors leading to another bridge. This one had a large control station office and a small elevator near it on the other end. without being ordered the four of them went to the office first and quickly found some ammo but not much else. They were about to leave before New York noticed a control pannel for the power routing of the dam.

New York: Oh, hey check this out... huh... this right here... then there... then... Aha! That should do it!

Suddenly the entire underground area lit up showing a large workplace factory like area. 

Paris: Woah, otherwise, we would have been walking in the dark, nice one New York.

New York: You got it boss. 

New York was clearly happy though he turned to Billy and Rebecca who were staring at him in confusion.

New York: What?

Rebecca: ... it's just... weird to see you being useful.

New York: Oh, fuck off, both of you. 

Billy: Ah, there's the New York we know. 

New York grunted in annoyance as they all left the control office and went to the elevator taking it to the lower floor. There they were on another walkway but this time there were zombies down there waiting for them. 

New York: Oh, thank God!

Rebecca: Can't believe we actually reached a point where I miss dealing with zombies. 

Billy: Guess that's part of the fun, now time to earn some points. 

Paris: You're all getting way too into this... but I guess I am too. 

Paris walked out first and started shooting zombies down with his dual SMG's. Rebecca and Billy decided to go back to their pistols as they shot them down, headshot after headshot. Everyone expected Billy to shoot well but Rebecca wasn't expecting herself to be so good at aiming. Rebecca smiled at how much she improved in just a single night, she only wishes everyone in S.T.A.R.S. could see her now. New York on the other hand was just hanging in the back, using his assault rifle to shoot down the zombies the others missed. Once they made it around to the other side, they found a metal green door, and on the other side led to another walkway. However, this time upon entering a Leech Mimic slipped in from the other end of the walkway and started walking irregularly towards them. 

New York: Stand back I got this! 

Everyone back away for New York who stepped forward with his Foundation spray gun loaded with the flamer fuel canister. He quickly scorched the Leech Mimic but as it was flailing around in pain, he quickly switched out the canister for the sterilizing chemical canister. He sprayed the Leech Mimic with that and not only did the leeches start burning more but they were quickly drying up too. What was left of the Leech Mimic started falling apart and quickly fell over the railings into the unseeable ground. 

Billy: Holy shit, you're on a roll New York. 

New York: about time you noticed.

Paris: keep it up while we move along.

The four of them moved down the walkway, then around the corner where they saw two doors one that was closest was a large metal rusty door and the other was a clean metal office door. Everyone then looked to Paris which left him in confused.

Paris: ... What?

Rebecca: Oh, come on, we all know you're going to do it.

Billy: There's no point in playing dumb Paris.

New York: It obviously needs a wheel or something to unlock the door, and I bet you it's on the other side of that door, right behind a bunch of other doors. AND I also bet it's the ONLY valuable thing in all the rooms beyond that door. Sooo...

Paris: Alright! alright, stand back all of you. 

Prais raised his fists and started punching the door, he looked at his hands in shock after the first four punches as the door was sturdier than he thought. But after relaxing a little was back to punching and soon the door finally came down. Unfortunately, as it did come down, on the other side was a whole lot of zombies. However these ones were different, they were clearly the result of experiments with all the stitching and clear surgical cuts on their bodies. 

The four of them were clearly disgusted but knew better than to stand around, so they all started shooting. It didn't take long for the zombies to all die but the disgust lingered in all their minds for a moment. However suddenly another zombie dropped in from the ladder in the corner of the room, but Paris quickly killed it by stomping on his head. Though when he looked up the ladder, he saw more zombies up there slowly inching towards them.

Paris: Move now!

The four of them quickly went to the other side of the room where they found a green door. On the other side of the door were two hunters ready to pounce on them. Though Paris, Rebeeca, Billy, and New York looked at them unimpressed and started shooting until the mutants died. Though as they walked by Rebecca spat on one in disgust.

Rebecca: That was for Hong Kong you freaks.

New York chuckled, as he walked down the hall toward the next room where they seemed to have found themselves in a living quarter. They found a few corpses but thanks to the visors Rebecca, New York, and Paris had they knew there was no virus in them and therefore no risk. 

However, Billy didn’t know this and shot the corpses in the head which spooked the other three. They all quickly glared at him in disappointment.

Billy: … What? Better to be safe than sorry.

New York: Fuck sake! At least warn us! We could have told you the corpses weren’t infected.

Billy: Oh… sorry.

Paris: Ugh, let’s just get the hell out of here. 

The four of them moved out of the room and into the next area which as just a hall with a set of stairs. Though as they walked by they noticed some leeches, a few of which they accidentally stepped on.

New York: Augh! Fucking gross! 

Paris: Shit! Try avoiding stepping on them as much as possible, for all we know doing so releases a pheromone that will draw in more zombies and monsters.

The Four of them moved out of the area and entered another area with a walkway, this time they were able to go through without conflict or leaches. However after passing through they found another longer and more zigzagged walkway, filled with zombies. They shot them all down with ease and made their way to the other end where they found a lift that led to the lower floor. At first this area seemed clear as they were passing one of the walkways around the water level, the same giant humanoid monster form before only now it darkened skin that was hardened yet slippery. 

New York: What the fuck?! 

Rebecca: H- How?! I thought that Necrosis Venom was supposed to burn through anything!

Paris: Worry about that later! Take this fucker out!

The four of them started shooting at the Tyrant, it was clearly doing damage, but the Tyrant didn’t seem to notice as it charged at them. When it slashed down its claw, Paris pushed Rebecca and Billy away but used the momentum to push himself out of the way as well. Thankfully this resulted in them all dodging, and with the Tyrant hunched down New York shot its head with his shotgun blowing it apart and hitting it with necrosis venom. However, he didn’t stop as he actually used what was left of the necrosis shells to shoot the Tyrant’s chest full of holes in hopes of killing it completely this time.

It however, started swinging it’s claws around blindly, despite not having a head it kept moving and nearly killed all of them had they not stayed low. Though as it kept swinging it started getting farther from them alluding the four to raise their guns again and start shooting, aiming for its legs to destroy its balance. Once this was achieved its right leg fell apart and the whole body fell back into the water line. Billy, Rebecca, and New York looked into the water wondering if it was dead, though Paris pulled out the grenade launcher and shot a grenade into the water. The resulting explosion made a splash, but it was unsure if it actually hurt the Tyrant. 

Paris: It better be fucking dead this time. Come on, let's move.

Though Paris said that they ended up quickly reaching a dead end, or at least that would be the case if Billy hadn’t found a button on the wall and pressed it. Suddenly a ladder started unfolding itself and extended down to allow them all to climb up.

New York: … If we go up this ladder doesn’t that mean, we’ll have gone around in a circle?

Paris: I don’t want to hear it New York, we’re all frustrated by the way.

Billy: Yeah it’s just you that complains all the time.

New York: … fine whatever.

One by one they all walked up the ladder, and they were back on the upper floor, however this area wasn’t the same at all. Furthermore, Rebecca noticed a chip falling out of a fuse box and walked over to pick it up.

Rebecca: Well, look at that, I saw a fuse box form before that needed this, guess it was worth coming this way after all.

New York: whatever…

Paris: Let’s just get back quickly so our big and ugly friend doesn’t get the chance to follow us. 

***

Thankfully on the way back there were no enemies to encounter but also nothing worth recording. New York took the chip from Rebecca and placed it correctly into the new fuse box and suddenly the gondola powered up. The gondola started moving across the factory area and towards where they were.

New York: What the hell are we supposed to do with that thing?

Rebecca walked up to the gondola box and opened it, to show that it was hollow and large enough for two small people to fit in.

New York: … No, no fucking way! Absolutely not!

Rebecca: Come on New York, don’t you want to leave this place? 

New York: Ugh, this is such bullshit!

Paris: Sorry New York, no other way to progress at this point.

New York and Rebecca got into the gondola and Paris went over to turn it on. Once they made it to the other side they both stepped out and surveyed the area. 

Paris: Paris to New York, can you guys hear me?

New York: We hear you boss, it seems to be all clear here, we’re progressing now. Over.

Paris: Good, if anything goes wrong head back to that Gondola as fast as you can because there’s no way we can fit in there to come after you guys. Over.

New York: Well maybe Billy if you force him inside. Over.

Paris: Not happening, now see what you can find and report back once you're ready to return to us, Paris out.

Rebecca: Hey New York, give me a hand here!

New York looked to Rebecca who was trying to turn a lever, he quickly ran over to help and the two of them managed to turn it. Once it was complete, the water levels to certain areas started lowering, allowing access to new areas. 

New York: Cool… so can we go back now?

Rebecca: Hey what about that metal door back there.

New York: Oh come on!

Rebecca: You come on! What if there’s something important back there?

New York grunted and followed Rebecca to the back door, where they found a lab-like area with lots of giant camel crickets. New York quickly loaded the flamer fuel canister into his spray gun and started flaying the crickets. Rebecca shot down the ones that refused to die so easily, with their team up the crickets died quite quickly. 

New York: Oh gross, were they breeding the bugs here?!

Paris: Honestly not the weirdest nor the most messed up thing they’ve done. 

Rebecca and New York raised their guns at the stairs only to see Paris and Billy there.

Billy: Woah hey! Take it easy, it's just us.

New York: What? How did you get here?

Paris: Thanks to you guys actually, after you lowered the water we found a bridge to cross, though uh, as we crossed it there was a giant frog that tried to stop us.

Billy: Paris punched it to death.

Rebecca: Not surprising. 

Paris: Alright I get it! Let’s move on now. That door should lead out of here and where we need to go.

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Rebecca looked around and out of sheer luck she noticed something on top of one of the pillars. 

Rebecca: Paris! I see something up there!

Paris: Hm... Oh! It's another tablet! Think you can get it Rebecca?

Rebecca smirked as she took a few steps back form the pillar she then ran forward and jumped up to run up along the pillar. She only barely made it to the top and unfortunately couldn't even reach the tablet. She would have fallen on her back hard had Paris not ran up to her and placed his hands under her feet to keep her up. 

Paris: Okay, NOW do you think you can get it?

Rebecca huffed as she rolled her eyes, but she was able to grab the tablet with ease, so she did and jumped off of Paris's hands and effortlessly landed on the ground. 

Rebecca: Huh... it says Discipline. I wonder what that's for. 

Paris: Really, perfect, that should hopefully be the final piece of-

Suddenly a beeping sound could be heard from Paris's Computer Screen Pad. He pulls it out and seems shocked by what is on the screen.

Rebecca: What's wrong Paris?

Paris: It's a message. Come to this room, place the three tablets, defeat the intruder, be released. Sent by the Red Queen.

Billy: The red queen? Who the hell is that?

New York: Wait more importantly, that's Foundation tech! How the hell could someone hack it to get a message in?

Paris: Hmph, well right now the big question is whether or not we should listen to the message. My head is telling me no, but my gut is telling me it's worth a try. But the main problem is that we'll have to go back into the mansion. 

New York: Oh, come on! For fucks sake, we're already outside! Why don't we just leave and radio for back up.

Rebecca: You do remember there are zombie dogs in the woods, right? 

New York: Oh, come on! How many could there possibly be. 

Suddenly, hundreds of howls could be heard in forest making the four of them turn to the woods. Suddenly hundreds of luminated eyes could be seen staring at them.

Paris: Get back into the mansion, now!

The four of them ran back in with Paris last who slammed the doors shut behind them. 

Paris: Ugh... We have no choice now. follow me.

New York: Damn it...

***

After 30 minutes they made it to their destination, the observatory of the facility. There they found a slots to place the three tablets. Paris grabbed them from his pack and placed them in.

Paris: Okay hopefully I put them in the correct order.

Billy: ... Uh, is something supposed to happen?

Suddenly it actually the entire observatory started moving and lowering down what seem to be a single level. 

Paris: Well, I guess there's only one way to go now? 

Billy: Man, really hope we didn't just make a bad turn.

Rebecca: I'll take any progress at this point. Let's just get out of here. 

Paris went for the door leading to the new pathway, however upon opening it he was ambushed by an Eliminator. However, he just crushed its neck with ease while New York shot the other one with his shotgun. 

Rebecca: Hey Paris, I've been meaning to ask, how is it that you're so strong?

Billy: Is it some kind of steroid or something? 

Paris: No, more like vitamin that makes my muscles stronger without having to grown bigger. 

Billy: ... Seriously? Maybe its not a good idea to rely on those, I've heard of soldiers and marines that took experimental drugs form the government and it always went to shit when they got back home. Suicide, insanity, rage, all the nasty stuff. 

Paris: Don't worry, the Foundation is reckless sometimes but never THAT reckless. 

The ground walked down the new path that seemed to be outside the facility near a swamp or something similar. There were bats in the air that were flying dangerously close, so Paris shot them all with his dual SMGs. He only had to waist a single bullet for each one. 

Rebecca: ... Isn't it a little unfair?

Paris: What is?

Rebecca: I mean, you guys have cloaking suits, advanced medicine that can repair bone damage, highly skilled training that surpasses even military... I just... why do you keep it all to yourself? Don't you think the world could benefit greatly form this? 

Paris: ... Yeah, probably but more often than not people end up weaponizing the tools given to them rather than using it to save lives. Even when the original purpose was to do just that. 

Billy: Yeah, like I said the military tried out lots of drugs to make soldiers stronger though it just made them insane. 

Rebecca: But still, if the world had access to-

Paris: Rebecca, the only way for the world to have access to the Foundation's property is for the world to be exposed to the anomalous world. You are a member of an elite police force and Billy here is ex-military. You guys can handle having to deal with zombies, mutants, and giant bugs but what do you think about all the civilians of the world. Can you imagine if everyone in the world knew that there were monsters wandering every shadow in the world? And I mean they are ALL over the world and in every corner too. 

Rebecca: I... there... there are things like this happening all over the world? 

New York: And worst things too, stuff that are literally born form nightmares. We're just MTF Lambda-12. We only deal with anomalous bugs and vermin. There's an MTF for almost every monster and nightmare in existence. Which is funny to say considering most of the sick fucks aren't supposed to exist. 

Rebecca paused for a moment, she and Billy then looked at one another, they were barely handling what was happening around them right now and Paris was right it was because they were both trained that they could handle it so well. If there really were worst things out there then it would be an absolute nightmare to encounter them, then there were also the civilians of the world. If they really knew of the anomalous nightmares, they chaos would be unleashed everywhere. Rebecca didn't have a good argument against it and neither did Billy, they didn't agree but they couldn't deny it was for the best the public didn't know of such horrors.

New York: Oh god damn it! More religious bullshit?! 

The four of them stopped to see themselves right in front of what appeared to be a church. Rebecca went to the door and tried to open it but it was locked shut. She then smirked and turned around.

Rebecca: Well, now this is the part where I say we need a key but then-

Pairs walked up to the door while Rebecca was talking and kicked it down exactly when she cut off her own sentence. 

Rebecca: Thank you, Paris.

Paris: It's just better to kick them down than to waste time.

Billy: But sir, what about the whole, "there could be hidden dangers on the other side" talk from before.

Paris: Yeah, I know, and I really shouldn't jinx it but I'm pretty sure we've already seen the worst of it all. 

New York, Rebecca, and Billy looked at one another and they felt they really couldn't argue so they just nodded. The four of them then walked into the church and despite the debris and destruction here and there it was actually quite beautiful. There was even a portrait in the front that showed the Virgin Mary holding baby Jesus. 

Paris: Alright, everyone scout the area and once you've confirmed its clear go ahead and relax. I'll go and check that room over there. 

Everyone did as Paris said and looked around to ensure there weren't any hidden threats or pieces to another confusing puzzle. Paris went to a little room on the right side but came back only a minute or two later.

Paris: Okay I got some more ammo but besides that there wasn't really anything to- FUCK! Contact! 

Everyone looked up as they heard a large screeching coming from the ceiling. It was a giant mutant bat that few in through the hole in the ceiling and was screeching at them in anger.  

New York: Paris! For fucks sake, use the Grenade Launcher!

Paris: Shut up and shoot the monster New York!

Rebecca, Billy, and New York got out their assault rifles and started shooting at the Giant Bat. 

Billy: Aim for its wings! That will hinder its ability to fly!

Billy tried to fire first but suddenly a swarm of smaller bats started flying into the church and swarming the Giant Bat. This forced the three of them to start shooting at them as they were acting as shields for the Giant Bat. Worst off some of them were flying off to attack them directly and the Giant Bat was still flying around. 

Paris: Alright everyone get back! 

Paris aimed his grenade launcher now armed with incendiary grenades and shot them at the bats quickly killing off the swarm. Paris fired one last shot at the Giant Bat setting it on fire as a result, he wasn't done as he got out his sniper rifle and shot cleanly through the head. The Giant Bat fell to the ground as it was dead, and its body was burning.

Paris: Well, that's the end of that. Let's get the hell out of this church. 

Paris just walked off while New York, Rebecca, and Billy remained silent. 

New York: Well, if there's anything to love about the Foundation, it always has the right people who can get shit done.

New York then followed Paris first then Billy and Rebecca quickly followed him. The four of them were now outside with Paris trying to think of where to go.

Paris: Hm... hey! There something around the corner over here. 

Paris went to the left of the church and saw a pathway leading to more area. The other three followed with Rebecca being the last, however as she got close to the gates around them a Cerberus ran up to the gate and started barking at her scaring her and the others.

Paris: Gah! Damn dogs! 

Billy: Those aren't really dogs anymore.

Paris: Doesn't matter, don't waste your ammo, just let the freaks bark. 

The four of them walked as the Cerberus continued to bark at them while they walked by. Paris then noticed a door that wasn't locked by let to an elevator that needed power. He continued forward knowing they would find a breaker somewhere and even kicked open a locked gate to progress. Sure, enough on the back of the church was a switch and once he pulled it down the power came back to the elevator. 

Paris: Alright, looks like its going to lead to lower floors but... Do we really want to go lower?

New York: No fuck that! Let's just radio the back up and tell them where we are.

Paris: They won't be able to see anything in the rain, even if they could how are you planning on getting past the dogs. 

New York: Uh... we could just wait till morning.

Rebecca: No way! Look I know this is going to sound reckless, but we should hunt down that Opera Sarkite ourselves. 

Billy: Rebecca are you insane?

Rebecca: No, I just... Paris, back on the train you said as a police officer I was under Foundation Jurisdiction to follow you right?

Paris: Well yeah, Protocol "Join or Die" any law enforcer or government body who encounters the anomalous world is to be temporarily recruited by the Foundation and assist in any possible tasks or threats.

Rebecca: So that means until you say otherwise, I'm basically a member of the Foundation, right? 

Paris: If you want to see it that way, you're not really wrong to do so. 

Rebecca: What is the Foundation's motto.

Paris: We got hundreds, but our main one is Secure the future, Contain all threats, and Protect humanity. 

Rebecca: Well, if we don't stop that Opera Sarkite guy or whatever and destroy Dr. James Marcus's research then how are we upholding the protection of humanity? Sure, this place and the train were the only places attacked but still, who's to stop them from attacking nearby places or even Raccoon City! 

New York and Billy looked at one another while Paris thought about it. 

New York: Ugh, god damn it I already know boss is going to agree. 

Paris: Rebecca... you can be frustratingly reckless a lot of the time... but your right. We don't have the luxury to call it quits right now, we need to find that Sarkite and Doctor James Markis. I don't know if they are working together but it can't be a coincidence that the Opera freak controls the leaches and James Markis not only created them, but they take his appearance sometimes. Right now, calling in reinforcements is futile or will take too long so it's simply not an option right now. So, let's go ahead and take the elevator and I don't want to hear any more complaining, got it New York? 

Everyone looked at New York, he groaned in response but nodded to show he understood. 

Paris: Good, let's move then. 

***

The four of them rode the elevator down, taking them an unknown number of levels. Once the doors opened, they all raised their weapons only to find themselves in a small hallway. There was nothing there but a staircase that seemed to be caved in by debris and a door at the other end of the hallway. Rebecca looked at Paris and he nodded, she smiled and walked forward first and toward the door. She only checked if it was locked which it wasn't. Once Paris caught up he cloaked and entered after Rebecca opened the door for him.

Paris: ... It's clear.

Everyone then followed him inside. 

New York: What the hell? How many books do these guys need?

Billy: Looks like it's a more personal library. 

Paris: We don't have the luxury to look through them all, just grab what looks important and move. 

New York: Uh, Paris? Move to where? There's nowhere left to go. 

Rebecca: Actually, that's not true. 

The three of them turned to Rebecca as she pointed up to a hole in the ceiling. 

Rebecca: I still got the harpoon gun, if we boost each other up we can make it then whoever is last will just use the harpoon to pull themselves up. 

Paris: Just let me go last then. If any of you were to boost me up I would crush you like a watermelon. 

New York grimaced and nodded while Rebecca and Billy looked at one another in confusion. 

Billy: Don't you mean like a grape?

Paris: I know what I said, now shut up and start climbing. 

New York chuckled and volunteered to go first, Billy gave him a boost and he got onto the next floor rather easily. Rebecca knew it was a bad idea to give Billy a boost, so she just climbed on his shoulders and grabbed onto New Yorks hand to help her onto the floor. Billy was about to ask Paris for a boost, but Paris just grabbed him and held onto him while he jumped up onto the next floor. Paris then let go of Billy and walked forward.

Billy: ... I still haven't made up my mind but I gotta say. Joining the Foundation? Sounding pretty good right now. 

New York: Heh, yeah this jobs a fucking nightmare, but no other work will make you feel more alive. 

Paris: Let's move, shall we?! 

The four of them now appeared to be in a sort of science office with lots of files but also lots of jars. Paris was the first to go around the corner to see the rest of the room only to be ambushed by a tentacle. Thankfully it missed him but when it retracted it, he saw it to be another humanoid leech swarm. He quickly threw his Necrosis Venom coated dagger at it and got out the grenade launcher while it screeched in pain. However, before he could load it New York showed up with his Foundation spray gun and blasted the leech swarm with the sterilizing chemical quickly killing the leaches instantly.

Paris: ... thank you, New York. 

New York: No problem boss, like you said we've practically faced the worst. These guys are chums to us now.

Paris: Even if that's true don't get cocky. Now, what the heck is this thing? 

Paris turned around to see a testing station filled with tubes. After pressing a button, the machine turned on and gave him a single tube. He looked at it and inside appeared to be a crystalized leech. 

New York: Ew! What the fuck would we need that thing for?

Paris: I don't know, though if I had to guess this leech is patient zero. Probably a good thing to hold onto it for now, if it's useless we can just throw it away later.

Rebecca: It's not going to come back to life, right? 

Paris: Not really sure so I guess it's best to keep it in the canister for now. Rebecca put this in the medical case with the other samples.

Rebecca: Oh right!

As Rebecca did so, the four of them left the room for the only other exit. 

Rebecca: Wait hold up! I found another map.

Paris: Really? Great let me scan it. 

Paris got out his Foundation Computer Screen pad and scanned the map though after he did, he sighed in disappointment. 

Paris: Shit looks like we missed some rooms back in the lower floor. We'll need to split up again to cover our lost ground. 

Rebecca: I can go with you Paris.

Billy: Maybe I should go with Paris.

New York: No fuck that, I'm not getting paired with either of you idiots, I'm going with Paris! 

Paris: None of you are going with me! sigh I'll be going alone. You three will pair up with each other and search for everything that can be useful. Rely on one another properly and get it done, got it?

New York: Ah... ugh fuck, yes boss.

Rebecca: Of course, Paris.

Billy: Yeah, we got it. 

Paris: ... I'm serious, none of you die, okay? 

Rebecca, New York, and Billy looked at Paris in shock then at each other. They all nodded in unison while smiling at Paris.

Paris: Thank you, watch each other's backs, okay?

The three of them then walked back to the room to go back to the lower floor and start searching for useful stuff. Paris then went to first door down the hall, unfortunately he was immediately ambushed by more hunters. He quickly shot the first one down, but the second one got the drop on him. Thankfully he was able to punch its lower jaw stunning it for a moment then kicked its face. As it fell to the ground in pain, he shot its stomach killing it completely. 

Paris: Shit, really glad the others weren't with me. 

Paris looked around the room though he didn't find much except some files about the Hunters. He scanned it with his Computer Screen Pad but didn't find much else except for a useless looking dial. He took it anyways as he knew better than to underestimate the craziness of this place. He quickly left the room and went down the corner of the hall. He was about to take the first door to his right but ultimately decided to go down the door at the very end of the hallway. 

Inside Paris was expecting to find a bunch of monsters and useful items but he just found more zombies and files. He barely noticed the zombies, since he didn't want to waste ammo, he just punched them easily ripping their heads off and damaging their brains as a result. He went through the three rooms and found nothing so he just left feeling disappointed. 

He finally went to the Machine room, but he heard footsteps on the lower floor, he snuck to the edge of the railing but sighed in relief when he saw it was New York, Rebecca, and Billy. 

Paris: Hey! You kids doing okay?!

New York: What the- Oh shit! What's up boss! 

Rebecca: Paris! Check it out! It's a cable car! 

Paris: Yeah, it should finally lead us to where those Sarkite bastards are but uh, if it's a cable car its going to need a power source.

Billy: Don't worry got both covered! Here!

Billy then threw both the Input and Output Regulator Coils and Paris caught both with ease. Though he was a little annoyed Billy would so recklessly throw them like that he was glad things were finally going so smoothly for them all. He turned around to see the main operator room, once inside where ethe coils went were easy to find so he put them in and after Rebecca flipped the switch on the first floor the whole thing powered up. Paris then jumped down, now the four of them were united again. 

Paris: Alright, hopefully this is the last trip we have to take, so let's get the hell out of- Shit! Contact! 

Paris got out his SMG's and shot at an Eliminator that tried to attack Billy. Suddenly a Leech Mimic formed behind Rebecca and whipped her in the stomach making her fly towards New York and ram him into the cable car knocking them both out. 

Paris: Rebecca! New York! God damn it! 

Paris got out a UV heat flash grenade but before he could arm it the Leech Mimic slapped it out of his hand and away from Paris. Paris grunted as he just shot with his SMGs to keep the Leech Mimic back, but it was still advancing. Thankfully Billy started shooting at the Leech Mimic forcing it back. Paris used the opportunity to grab the grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it at the Leech Mimic finally killing it. 

Paris: Ugh fucking Christ. 

Billy: Shit are they okay?!

Billy and Paris ran over to New York and Rebecca and helped them up thankfully they didn't suffer any major injuries, so they were overall okay. 

Paris: As aggravating as it is to say, this is a sign we're on the right track. Someone definingly doesn't want us taking this cable car. 

New York: I know your all going to get mad at me for saying this, but this shit better be fucking worth it. 

Rebecca: Kinda too late to say that now New York.

New York grunted but he just went over to the cable car and opened the doors. Afterwards everyone followed in and Paris pressed the button to get the cable car rolling. New York noticed a corpse and poked it, sure enough it was dead though his attention was taken by what the corps was holding.

New York: H- Ho- Holy shit! 

New York forced the gun out of the corpses hand and showed the others that it was a Magnum gun.

New York: It's a fucking Magnum! This is the gun that ammo was for! These kinds of guns pack a punch! I guarantee you just one shot, JUST ONE SHOT, and any of these freaks will go down easily. 

Paris: ... Billy, you take the Magnum.

Billy: What?

New York: WHAT?! 

Paris: I don't trust Billy on a lot of things, but as a sharpshooter. Can't really find anyone else more trustworthy. Sorry Rebecca.

Rebecca: Actually, I agree. Most of the time I manage to hit was because I have a shotgun. Billy on the other hand was able to even shoot tiny little leeches. 

Paris: Hm, then its decided. New York, I don't want to hear you bitching anymore. Give Billy the gun.

New York grunted and just shoved the gun to Billy as the cable car moved, he went to look out the window. 

Billy: Uh, you sure you made the right choice. I mean, aren't you a better shot than me.

Paris: Well duh, but I can't be expected to be the sole top shot here. Everyone has got to pull their weight if they are to be an effective team. 

Rebecca: R- Roger that. 

Rebecca then went over to one of the windows, Billy and Paris looked at one another but Billy raised his hand to Paris to show he was going to talk to Rebecca alone. He then walked to the view beside her so the could talk.

Billy: ... I'm guessing your still worried about your team. 

Rebecca: Well, I know Enrico is fine but... I don't know how to tell him that Edward and possibly the others are dead.

Billy: Hm... Yeah, coming back after the mission is over is never the easy part, right? But it is always worth it.

Rebecca: How so? It wasn't worth it for you. Those bastards threw you under the bus for a crime you didn't commit. 

Billy: Yeah, that's an example of desperation and stupidity. But on a normal mission it's always a win even if only one soldier gets back home. 

Rebecca: How? Everyone else is dead?

Billy: Because so long as at least one soldier is alive, EVERYONE is remembered. 

Rebecca looked at Billy shocked but then started laughing which confused Billy.

Rebecca: Of course, I did say earlier I wanted to know Hong Kong and London's real name so that I could mourn for them properly. I basically already knew that and yet here I am still moping around. 

Billy: Heh, It's not like you're not aloud too. We've all been through hell tonight. 

Rebecca: Oh, your right about that, but still moping around without coming up with a solution is no different to whining. I refuse to be useless when I could be helping people. 

Billy: I see... hey Rebecca.

Rebecca: Hm?

Billy raised his fist and held it to Rebecca.

Billy: Let's make this nightmare end.

Rebecca looked at Billy confused for a moment but then smiled and bumped her fist with his.

Rebecca: We'll make the nightmare end. 

Rebecca and Billy smiled at one another, all the while Paris and New York were watching them.

New York: So what do you think boss? The Foundation struck gold? 

Paris: I have a feeling Billy is going to say no in the end quite a shame really. Rebecca on the other hand, she's good at forming bonds, very charismatic. She's not the best shot or the most skilled but she's determined to get a mission done no matter what. I'm sure she'll be willing to say yes to Protocol "Sole Survivor". 

New York: Hmph, she could definitely use more training first. 

Paris: Probably, have faith in her New York. 

New York: I tell ya boss, I honestly don't know how people in our line of work can still have hope. 

Paris: Hah, maybe you can ask my husband after we leave this hell hole. 

Just then the cable car made it to the destination and stopped.

Paris: Alright cut the chatter! We're here let's get this done as fast as possible. The bastards responsible for this are going to pay by tonight. 

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