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Jacobs' Journal: Tape #10 - Destination: D Class

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[START LOG]

Jacobs: (sigh) <hysterical> Well, that was probably the craziest thing I've done in my life.

Jacobs: Note to yourself: if I ever feel the need to round up another group of misfits to bring down a Site Director and his PMC, don't. enlist. the D-Class. I don't care how much help they'd be, or how far down the rabbit hole I've come. I am not risking my neck ever again for even one of these pricks!

Jacobs: (deep sigh) Hoo, I gotta catch my breath.

... *Jacobs walks away, takes several deep controlled breaths*

Jacobs: *grabs microphone and holds it too close to himself, causing his voice to be slightly louder, distorted and bass-boosted*

Jacobs: As much as it pains me to say it, I owe Aaron Chen my life.

[Rest bellow the cut]

Jacobs: The Major has helped me put the final pieces of the puzzle together when it all seemed doomed to fall apart. The day had come for him to deliver on his promise: Wilson Miles. Potentially the largest cornerstone in my plans, success rested on whether we could secure his support.

Jacobs: Lambert's had the kid locked up in High Security Zones for... well, forever. Places where my presence would seem intrusive. Even if i could make contact, Lambert has his claws dug so deep into miles that I'd need a hell of a convincing package to put together to tear away his allegiances. At least Chen's offer to tour me around some of the restricted areas on the basis of a false inquiry on behalf of the O-5 Council could get me close.

Jacobs: Once there, it was up to me to do the talking.

[click]

(footsteps)

Jacobs: Little barren around here, isn't it?

Mjr. Chen: <exasperated> Don't get too into the role. You're acting like you're actually on some secret mission.

Jacobs: I am. Just... not the one lab that thinks I'm on.

Mjr. Chen: Apparently, I'm supposed to keep you from taking notes on anything "problematic". <amused> Rate my performance.

Jacobs: Easy assignment. 

Mjr. Chen: I'm not complaining. I'll take affirmative espionage action over pushing orange jumpsuits into the jaws of some stinky dinosaur anyway.

(keypad beep) *door opens* (faint keyboard clicking sounds)

Mjr. Chen: <sarcastically> After you.

Jacobs: (scoffs)

(footsteps, door close)

Jacobs: <quietly> Oof, chilly in here.

Mjr. Chen: Climate control, to keep the equipment cool. Hard to ventilate when you're a dozen miles underground.

Jacobs: Thanks, Major Obvious.

(keybord noises get more audible)

Jacobs: Is that him?

Mjr. Chen: (huff) That lump over there? Correct.

Mjr. Chen: … What are you waiting for?

Jacobs: I need to be careful how I approach this guy. Push too hard, he goes crying to Lambert, but don't push enough... I have nothing to hold over him.

Mjr. Chen: If you need a little persuasion, you could always say you know about the "thing".

Jacobs: What thing?

Mjr. Chen: (whispers)

Jacobs: <surprised> ...That'll work

(footsteps, beeping sound) (pencil scratches, typing stops)

Tech. Miles: Uh... can I help you? You're kind of standing a little close...

Jacobs: Name.

Tech. Miles: Um, I'm sorry?

Jacobs: Did I stutter? I said: Name.

Tech. Miles: *awkwardly* Oh, er, Miles. Technician Miles.

Jacobs: And do you have a first name? Or did your parents think it hilarious to have a child called "Technician"? 

Tech. Miles: Wilson. My name is-

Jacobs: What are you doing? (scribbling returns)

Tech. Miles: I'm-I'm working, I... excuse me, but are you assessing performance?

Jacobs: <sarcasticaly> No, I'm the social workplace fairy. Of course I'm assessing you! And I must say, your performance is quite poor indeed.

Tech. Miles: What?!

Jacobs: <incredulous> Look at all this trash! Since when is it appropriate to consume crisps anywhere near Foundation equipment.

Tech. Miles: Hey, it's not my fault! Management stuck me here and told me I couldn't even leave her food!

Jacobs: Oh, well isn't that convenient? I suppose management just lets you get away with slacking off on the job too?

Tech. Miles: Hey... Wait you're that guy. The one lambert said i shouldn't speak to! Wait till he hears about this! You're going to wish-!

Jacobs: What? <walks up to Miles> I'm going to wish... what?

Tech. Miles: You-you'll get in a lot of trouble,

that's all. I'm telling him now.

Jacobs: Fine. You do that, Technician Miles. (phone dialing sound) But the second you mention this, your little secret gets out.

Tech. Miles: What are you talking about?

Jacobs: "Unacquired taste". (dialing sounds stop) Isn't that how you justified liking them so much? "Just like any other kink".

Tech. Miles: (puts down the phone) H-how did-

Jacobs: You can worm your way into any position of power, but believe me when I say as a universal fact: no one is untouchable.

Jacobs: <disgusted> Lambert may turn a blind eye to a disgusting shit stain like you, but I drop what I know into the pocket of any law enforcement body and real-world you is a goner. You'll be tried, convicted, and sentenced faster than your typing speed. Who knows? Maybe we'd see each other again, except my suit would be black... and yours would be orange.

Tech. Miles: Please don't tell anyone. I have a life on the outside. I can't lose, it I can't!

Jacobs: If you want all this to never see the light of day, then you would better do everything and anything I tell you. No questions, no choices. Do you understand me?

Tech. Miles: Mm-hm.

Jacobs: You screw me, you won't live to see the consequences. But you play ball, and I'll scrub your record so clean, you'd think you were born again. Do you understand me?

Tech. Miles: Yes.

Jacobs: Any word of this reaches Lambert, or Hillard, or your goddamn pets, and I will use everything in my power to ensure every inch of you is destroyed. Do you understand?

Tech. Miles: Yes! Yes.

Jacobs: You take your orders from me now... Clean up this pink slime.

(footsteps) (door closes)

Jacobs: (sigh) <under breath, with disgust> Filth.

Mjr. Chen: People like him are a dime a dozen around here. You'd be amazed what's excused for the sake of productivity.

Jacobs: Not under my watch.

Mjr. Chen: There are people who are far better at covering their tracks than Wilson Miles. What makes you think that you'll find them all? 

Jacobs: It's not my concern. Right now, I need to come up with a way to get to D-Class undetected.

Mjr. Chen: Ah, yes, that predicament. I gave it some thought, and I believe there is a way to make it happen.

Jacobs: What did you have in mind?

Mjr. Chen: Well, that all depends? How good are you at growing a beard?

[click]

Jacobs: In point of fact, it took me slightly over a week to grow one in. (scratches it) I haven't had one of these since Bosnia, <voice gets shaky> and that was because a guide got us lost in the jungle for 13 straight days.

Jacobs: I covered my absence by faking an appendix removal, and met with chen at a secure location far away from Site 19.

Jacobs: I would have documented the events on my recorder, but Chen, quite rightly, pointed out that it would seem suspicious for a D-Class to be caught with prohibited items on their person. That's right. I was going undercover as a lab rat.

Jacobs: He'd overseen the arrival and segregation of the incoming D-Class personnel, and had also arranged that the four picks on my list of candidates would be sent to Site 19. Denton the smuggler Manning the CIA agent and Jacques and Nikolai the criminal masterminds. Although I'm not sure if you can retain "mastermind" if you've been caught.

Jacobs: I was processed under an alias in a center not too far from the Site. From there, I rode in the back of a cramped truck into the facility. It's strange, I must admit, entering my place of work from the perspective of a glorified tested dummy. Corralled like lambs to the slaughter. Pfff, lambs tempers.

Jacobs: Even here, I witnessed the odd fight break out. Tensions were high, and I'm pretty sure some willingly committed suicide by MTF. They were the smart ones. ...They threw us into a decontamination shower, scrubbed us down, then gave us medical examination. I made sure to be selected for the line of the medical examiner Chen had told me about: an old acquaintance of his called Reyes.

Jacobs: The doctor took false samples and scribbled in his recommendations that would place me with a certain group of D-Class. I thanked him, but before I left, he told me to tell chen that they were now even. He didn't seem too pleased at having done the favor.

Jacobs: I was shackled once more and taken directly to the Detention Level. When we reached the floor, my heart left into my throat. Directly ahead in our path, Colonel Hillard was closely inspecting the fresh stock. I was being forced towards her, and all I could do was hope I wasn't recognized. We passed within inches of each other. But thankfully, her attention was directed elsewhere.

Jacobs: I couldn't believe how close I had come, and for a moment I wished i was back in my office. It was... weak of me... and I quickly shook off the thought. Moments later, I was unceremoniously tossed into a cell. Hit my head on the floor, but was otherwise unscathed. My guests did not take to my presence kindly. Jacques was immediately suspicious with Nikolai backing him up. Denton antagonized from afar, while Manning just... stared at me. she was sizing me up, and I'm pretty sure she figured me out fast.

Jacobs: Jacques and Denton got into an altercation about what to do with me: one wanted me to prove my worth as part of the group, while the other wanted to kill me as a show of strength to the rest of the prisoners. I'll let you guess which one said which. When it seemed the tide was turning towards my early demise, Manning finally spoke up. "Let him talk." The others fell silent. She asked who I was, and I told her exactly that.

Jacobs: I explained that I required their assistance and that they would be handsomely rewarded for their services. Denton shot me down immediately, stating that he knew exactly how to handle life in prison. That there was no way I could do anything for them in here, and that I was just trying to save my own skin. "This is not some ordinary prison.", I said.

Jacobs: He should be able to see that.

The system doesn't work here. They weren't inmates, they weren't on anybody's register. None of them existed beyond this cell. They could take my offer or leave it, but the moment I walked out of that cell, they wouldn't get another chance to exist again. And finally, they started taking things sensibly.

Jacobs: I explained to them that at some point in the coming days, they would be taken to a room, and inside this room would be a man dressed as a plague doctor. They were not to get anywhere near to him, but to inform him that the time had come to meet the Site Director. He would understand. From there, they were to escort the doctor out of the room and give him protection until he had fulfilled his purpose. Oh, and to not let him anywhere near a corpse. I told them that upon completion of the task, once I had taken control of the facility, I would ensure their crimes were pardoned and records expunged.

Jacobs: Three were silent, but Nikolai broke the quiet. He asked, "Why don't we just turn you in? Knowing what you're up to must be worth something." I implored him to try. Once they had the information, there was no guarantee they'd be rewarded for it. I came to them, I had my own ass to cover, this meant I was obligated to honour my part of the deal.

Jacobs: Not entirely convinced. but... what choice did they have? I wasn't able to confirm their cooperation, as at that juncture, the cell door opened. I was whisked out by a couple MTFs who shoved me down the hallway. I asked where i was going and they kicked me forward. This wasn't meant to be happening. Chen was supposed to meet me and get me out. But, as I looked down in a joining hall, I saw what had held him up.

Jacobs: Hillard was talking to him. Chen glanced my way, a flash of concern on his face, but there was nothing he could do. I just have to play along and hope that wherever i was being taken it wasn't a death sentence. They took me deeper into Site 19, down to the SCP Containment levels. My hopes... were dashed. I recognized it immediately as the sector where we contained the Keter SCPs.

Jacobs: A group of scientists strapped a recorder to my belt, handed me a piece of paper, and instructed: "Read the phrases ,stay in the light", then shunted me into the containment area.

Jacobs: I managed to get a copy of what.. happened... thought about whether I should play it here, but... I think it's very telling us to the quality of treatment here at the facility.

[click]

*containment door shuts* (footsteps)

(footsteps stop)

Jacobs: <shaky> Hello?

(echo) Hello? Hello? Hello?

(paper rustling)

Jacobs: Nice night for a walk.

(echo) Nice night for a walk. Nice night for a walk. Nice night for a walk.

Jacobs: (unbelieving huff)... Have you met the postman?

…

…

SCP-939: (repeat in his voice) <voices come from different distances> Hello?Hello?HelHello?lo?Hello?Hello? Nice night for a walk.HNiceenightlforlao?walk. Nice nightHeforllo?a walk. NiceHellnighto?for a walk.

SCP-939: <in woman's voice> Who's there? Nice nigHellhto?for a walk.WhNiceo's there?Helnightlo?for a walk.

SCP-939: <in child's voice> Mummy, iWho's Helthathlo?ere?you? NicHelelnigho?t for a walk.WhoNic'sethere?night forHeallwalk.o?

SCP-939: <in male voice> Stayforaway!a walk. StaWhyoa’swaHethllNicey!o?erMoe?mniHegmy,t<voices overlap up to the point of being incomprehensible>

...

SCP-939: <in another child's voice, much louder than others> Want some candy?

[click]

Jacobs: Those bitty red eyes swam slowly closer, taunting me with the voices of the dead. I backed away. Finally realising where I had wound up, and wise still knowing exactly what was about to come. A monstrous claw strode into the light and, just as I had almost backed into the wall, something heavy grabbed me from behind. I was pulled back through the doorway and dragged into the observation room.

Jacobs: (huff) I had never been so happy to hear the sound of Chen's voice chastising the scientist in charge. He spouted some B.S. about how I hadn't been properly assessed yet, that management would have his head if they found out testing and jumped the gun, then took me personally from the sector explaining, "Someone's gotta do your job right."

Jacobs: I didn't say a word as we headed back upstairs. The encounter played over and over again in my head, but the stress helped me stay in character. I was running on adrenaline. We finally came to a storage closet where Chen had stashed my clothes. I changed as quickly as I could, neither of us had enough time before our absence would be noticed.

Jacobs: But just as we exited the closet, Hillard descended upon us. Chen played coy, pretending he'd found me here, and so she inquired as to what I was doing here when I should be at home. I told her I'd left my shaving kit in my quarters and she rightly pointed out that I wasn't anywhere near my quarters. That's when I snapped. I told her it was my job to inspect Foundation Operations regardless of if she or Lambert liked it or not.

Jacobs: She grabbed me by the collar and pressed me into the wall. "Listen.", she warned me, "You're only alive because you aren't expendable, while you're cooperative. If I find out you're no longer living up to that promise, I'll put a bullet in such a deep part of your brain you'll be sipping meals through a straw for the rest of your natural life."... Then she left.

Jacobs: Gotta give her credit, she sure knows how to drop a threat. That's when I heard Chen whisper "I can't wait to have her job." I wanted to laugh,... but I couldn't. I was still in shock, so... that's where Chen and I parted ways,... and I came here. Doubtful of this D-Class alliance, Hillard watching over my shoulder... one more memory to add to the PTSD pile. Lucky me.

Jacobs: Well... there is one positive out of all of this. I... (huff) can finally shave this damn beard off.

Jacobs: This is Administrative Oversight Jacobs, signing off... in every sense of the word.

[END LOG]

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As she goes out back, she silently wonders how he found her. It’s not like she rightly advertises her location— word gets around, of course, but the landscaping should have kept those who are only looking to cause problems away. It was dark under the willows here, the paint chipped and faded, grass overgrown until the path was no longer seen. Of course Penjani knew the way through her property like the back of hand; a stranger was apt to get lost, lest she show them the way.

Her aesthetics must run deep, seeing as once he’s out she’s sitting in an aging Cadillac, the same sort of muddled hunter green that was accented through the house. “Hop in.” The engine made some ungodly noises but seeing as she sat quite comfortably inside, it must be fairly safe. 

“Better.” She means his scent. “Roadtrip rules; don’t try and stab me again because I’ll ram this car  into a tree so quick, it’ll make your head spin. I don’t want to do that to Kelly here,” Penjani slaps the car’s dashboard. Apparently Kelly was her baby. “But I will if you piss me off. I can see the outcome; you can’t.” 

The engine manages to roar even louder when it’s given gas, the pair begrudgingly starting off on their journey. “Secondly, if you must speak, make it good.” 

dxspereaux​.

She breathes hard, nostrils flaring as bone is pressed to her neck. Penjani swallows, noting how sharp that point really was. She’s backed up against a counter but still refuses to soften her glare. Just because he was what he was, it gave him no right; Penjani has watched him, mere glimpses of him in faded visions; what he did was wrong. Maybe for the right reasons but it didn’t make it right. 

And she had compassion for his daughter, for that scared child who needed saving. Just because they weren’t bonded by blood didn’t mean she couldn’t feel partially responsible for her. Especially when she saw what was to come. 

I need to try. A groan gets lodged in her throat. Penjani was more softhearted than she made herself out to be. “…She asks what happens to you a lot.” And Penjani is always heartbroken for her when the vision fades with no more word on his whereabouts. “…I will assist you. But,” Now her finger is pointed at him, her gaze just about as deadly as his own. “Mark my words; You better protect her.” 

There’s an indignant huff as her arm lowers and her voice lowers to something slightly more normal. “I’ll get the car ready. Clean up a little before we go.” She sniffs before she walks past him. “You stink.”

He grunted in agreement, the grunt serving as his signature on the contract they had formed. She would take him to her, he would protect her. Seemed fair. He moved through the back, finding a sink. He whipped his top off and used hand-soap to try and wash the stink out from his armpits, tried to wash the blood out from under his fingernails. It had been a long time since he had felt clean. He looked like shit. 

He hadn’t known peace since the night he left her, since the night he dealt with his loose ends. The movies made beating someone to death look easy, but it wasn’t. It was a long, drawn out, ugly process. Amy’s begging fell on deaf ears, Jimmy’s fists continued to meet flesh, tenderizing Brads’ organs had been cathartic, it had felt good. The water in the sink had turned a murky brown. The water swirled, shapes of his past floated to the surface, presented themselves like snapshots in the muck that stuck to the corners of the porcelain. 

“Through it all,” the ghost said, “you hang on, to that tiny shred of humanity you still have.” He didn’t dare look at the specter. He recognized her voice, he knew who she was. "What have you done, you small, broken man? What are you going to do?” 

He marched outside, grabbed his bag that he’d tactically thrown behind some garbage cans, “c’mon. Lets go.” 

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Jacobs' Journal: Tape #5 - First Moves

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[START LOG]

Jacobs: Entry Five. The first move has been played.

Jacobs: At first, I wasn't sure who I should approach first: tackle the hardest prey or rope in an easy ally. With the security beefed up I worried I'd not get any chance at all... but like fate descending from the heavens, there came a demon.

Jacobs: I'd only heard of 682 in snippets and stories. What I'd gleaned from his profile, I wasn't too interested. Giant Earth-destroying crocodile monster sounded more like something out of a post World War two Japanese flick than the stuff of nightmares. I became invested the moment I heard he was coming here.

[Rest bellow the cut]

Jacobs: The O-5 Council were briefing Site Directors on the current month's schedule, including new SCP possibilities, recruitment and training programs, and... subject transfers. 682 was one of those mentioned, and he just so happened to be coming to Site 19 for a visit.

Jacobs: Exposure to another SCP had resulted in the monster breaking out of its cell, and its original Site was now ill-equipped to both hold 682 and repair the original chamber. Lambert wasn't too pleased as it would mean more resources spent, which meant less money he could pocket.

Jacobs: He raised the issue surreptitiously, suggesting we make a separate lay-by Site for just this sort of issue. The Council took it under advisement, which in my books, is code for: "We'll get to it in a couple years". In the meantime, preparations would have to get underway to welcome our infamous guest, and since this is the situation she was hired to tackle, Lambert assigned an engineer Rowe to make a Cell ready.

Jacobs: She jumped at the chance. You could see the ideas flashing in her head: what she wanted to do was make the chamber here a completely escape-proof for 682 by improvising an adaptable security system that would prevent him from being able to evolve new defences from our efforts to contain.

Jacobs: This meant lots of quick research and manpower to renovate the area. But, yet again Lambert limited her vision, ordering her to adapt the already existing plans for 682's last containment area to suit our facilities capacity. Rowe straight-up told Lambert to eat crap... but it's not like she had much of a choice.

Jacobs: He implied that if she didn't follow instructions, he'd use her as bait to lure 682 into his new chamber. A hollow threat now but you don't dare push a petulant man like Lambert. or his threats become promises. I knew Rowe understood 682's procedures like the back of her hand but she always focuses her efforts on the subjects prior to tackling them. She would be studying up in the SCP Records Room... so I figured I might help her.

Jacobs: I locked myself inside one of the Labs, making sure my 'private escort' saw me enter. Hillard really needs to teach her soldiers that hallways and corridors aren't the only ways to get around a facility. The electrical conduits were surprisingly roomy, and it wasn't long before I'd lost my tail.

Jacobs: She was uninterested in me after introducing myself, she really does only have her mind set on the job. I was told to say my piece and leave, so whatever I said, I had to make it count. I didn't mince words: I was upfront about how I felt about Lambert, stating that not only would I not urinate on the man to save his life, but that I'd probably be the one to set him on fire.

Jacobs: I talked about my intentions, what semblance of a plan I had in mind, how she fit into it, and rounded up with a short list of benefits won on her end, should she opt in. Rowe has an excellent poker face. For a moment, I thought she was considering calling security and repeat everything I've said. As it turns out, an absolutely straightforward honest approach was what she appreciated.

Jacobs: She hardly spent time considering. "He doesn't respect their power.", she told me. "He doesn't understand that they control us, no matter the thickness of their bars, the power of our weapons, or the belief that we are intellectually superior. Someone that blind deserves death."

Jacobs: <drawn out> I'm... pretty sure she's committed.

Jacobs: I left the room confident that, finally, I was not alone in this fight. But, as I turned the corner, I came face-to-face with my next hurdle. I hadn't expected to encounter Chen this early in the game, but he was the: the bootlicker, on patrol, alone. Probably so he could take all the credit for himself in case he captured me without an escort.

Jacobs: He wasted no time in cuffing me, and decided not to call in my escape to Hillard. He wanted to see the look on her face dragging me into her office as she realized her men had lost me. But before we got that far, I knew I wouldn't get a better chance to plead my case with Chen than now. I struck up the topic of promotions, whether he thought it likely my capture would warrant one.

Jacobs: Chen thought doubtful, but couldn't blame him for trying. I posed the hypothetical scenario of what he would do if it was ever discovered Lambert was involved in a major cover-up, and evidence of said cover-up were to potentially fall into the hands of the O-5 council. He responded that he would plug the leak. Score against me but I persisted. "What's to stop Hillard from taking all the credit?"

Jacobs: He didn't respond. "And, hypothetically of course, if the evidence did fall into the Council's hands, what would it mean to you if Hillard's numerous implicated in the crime?" He responded with "I'm not sure.", but slowed his walking pace. I had his ear. "Well, hypothetically,", I continued, "if she is part of this whole cover-up, she stands to take the same fall as Lambert. That would mean the Head of Security position here at Site 19 would be open to the next highest-ranking officer. Which would be you.".

Jacobs: We stopped. He faced me for the first time properly, regarding me as a person rather than a prisoner. "And what if the relieving officer was also involved in this... cover-up? Hypothetically." he said. "Records get lost all the time.", I responded. "Some people might slip through the nets.".

Jacobs: He and I kept our eyes fixed on each other, waiting to see who would break, but neither of us did. He took off my restraints, and walked away as though he had never seen me. I can't say for sure if this is a confirmation he's onboard, but he certainly is interested if nothing else.

Jacobs: I didn't bother asking, I had to get back to the conduits and crawled back to my locked laboratory to maintain my cover. None the wiser, my personal guard took me back to my office and... well, we'll see where we go from here. ...I think I'm starting to remember why I loved fieldwork.

Jacobs: (cough) Administrative Oversight Jacobs, signing off.

Jacobs: (quiet amused huff) Still got it.

[END LOG]

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Jacobs' Journal: Tape #4 - Pieces on the Board

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[START LOG]

Jacobs: Entry Four, Site 19. The game is on.

Jacobs: I've spent weeks preparing on my end, I've worked up a couple profiles on various people inside Site 19 that may be of some benefit to my plans. I've ranked them but their likelihood to risk their lives which, believe me, was a difficult call to make.

Jacobs: Not only do I need to trust these people, but ensure they perform to the point of no return. Even if they have second thoughts, by then they won't be able to turn back and betray me. I'll need to apply pressure to the right points to do so.

Jacobs: <on exhale> Let's meet our contestants.

[Rest bellow the cut]

Jacobs: First on our list is this Mr. Mystery Guard. Surprisingly difficult to find this man, hindered in no small part by Hilliard's goons keeping a good eye on me at all times.

Jacobs: I managed a peek at the personnel records on actual official business, but none of the M's were a match. At least, not the ones I could reach. Even worse, it's possible Lambert knew that we talked, and either reassigned him... (gulp) or more likely killed him.

Jacobs: But if he is alive- (sigh) I saw the look in his eye, the tone in his voice. He knows as well as I do that director Lambert cannot be trusted, should not have this power and if he's willing to risk his life to save me what will you do to save his family?

Jacobs: Lambert's meddling and cutbacks could result in more than just the occasional escaped SCP. One day, it will be an all-out containment breach. Some of the creatures here can puncture holes in the face of the Earth, others are reality destroying nightmares. How far will they spread, how many will they kill, before we retrieve them?

Jacobs: That's my hook. Something tells me our Mystery Guard won't need that much convincing.

Jacobs: <on exhale> Second on a leaderboard is an Engineer Penjani Rowe, specializes in designing containment rooms for Euclid and Keter SCPs. Her resume is quite impressive: amendments to procedures and facilities around 002, 2998, 096, 394... and my old acquaintance, 173.

Jacobs: She has quite a knack for keeping the uncontainable contained, with the added benefit of staying alive. Her psych evaluation suggests she enjoys the challenge, takes great pride in solving puzzles. Usually the talents of someone like her would allow for the choice of any SCP to tackle, regardless of Site designation, but it seems Lambert has had other ideas.

Jacobs: She's been stuck here for four years and with the odd dangerous SCP arriving perhaps once every six months, the outlook is quite... dry for her. Must be very stagnating for such a lucrative career path to come to a sudden halt because one man wants the best on-hand in case of emergency.

Jacobs: She's Lambert's insurance, in case his budget cuts do result in a breakout. Rowe doesn't seem like the kind of person who would appreciate being used as the glorified wrench to tighten the odd bolt. With Lambert gone, she'd be free. With a distaste for authority like hers, it should be easy providing her with incentive.

Jacobs: Here's where things become difficult. I need a technical aid to break through some of the denser encrypted files I've as of yet been unable to access. Whatever is owned I must spell the end of Lambert, should it ever be made public.

Jacobs: Not just any quote-unquote hacker will do. I need part of Lambert's in a circle. Enter: Wilson Miles. Probably one of the most weedy weasels I've ever had the displeasure of encountering, and I've been an espionage.

Jacobs: I've seen the worst humanity has to offer. But Miles is... it's another level. Imagine a rat-faced intern with a constant nose-drip, the dirtiest sneakers in history, and you'll have a pretty good idea what this guy looks like. *turns page* He has the personality of a mole-rat and the skittishness of a hamster, hence why he's so far down my shortlist.

Jacobs: Really should steer clear of this one until I have some good dirt on him, as it seems that'll be the only time I'll be able to puppet him into performing my plans. Lambert keeps him around like some kind of servant, and not just for posterity. He knows talent when he sees it, and Wilson Miles has that in spades.

Jacobs: As emotionally stunted as he is, the man has talent with code... or whatever it is you do when you hack things. Find his vice, he'll dance to my tune.

Jacobs: (sigh) *turns page* Third on my list, and I'll group them together, are Leslie Manning, Jacques Swindle, *turns page* Nikolai Alswell and Trevor P. Denton, hereby referred to as the D-Class Crew. Of all the current D-Class on-site, these four have the kind of skill sets I may find useful should I need to make a big play.

Jacobs: Jacques and Nikolai used to pull big heists before they were arrested, Nikolai himself went through army training. Miss Manning is ex-CIA, so it would be handy to have her espionage skills on hand. Denton not only used to run a crew, he used to smuggle a lot of legal goods internationally, and as a knack for stealth missions.

Jacobs: Why so far down the list? *turns page* Because there's no guarantee they'll help me. They may have the skills, but of all the other criminals and political prisoners in this facility, these will have one thing in common: ties to the outside. Each of them has something to lose, as well as something to gain.

Jacobs: So far, The Foundation and law enforcement haven't discovered them, but I only need to press upon them that all it takes is a word about a hidden Cayman Islands account, or whispers of a secret family hiding from the authorities, and those things will vanish into thin air.

Jacobs: It's risky, ironic if you think about it, but they could prove more useful to me than anyone else on this list. Finally,... I'll need some muscle. While our first pick would be ideal in terms of access to restricted areas without rousing suspicion, I need a soldier for arms and perhaps a touch of subterfuge.

Jacobs: Colonel Hiland would be the best weapon to use against Lambert, but since that'll call for a miracle of biblical proportions (deep inhale) I'll have to settle for her second: <on exhale> Major Aaron Chen. Chen's not just a brown-nose, he's career. Which means he has total investment in being the best in the eyes of his superiors.

Jacobs: As such, he's modelled his life completely around the work here, at The Foundation. This is... gonna be a challenge. Chen's known to be a harass. He relished beating that scientist I mentioned a while back, yesterday he pushed one of his own men into their food in the Mess Hall. What is it with this man going for the face?

Jacobs: Maybe if I play my cards right, I can show him how getting rid of Lambert de-legitimizes those close to him, including Colonel Hillard. With her forced into an early "retirement", the council will be looking for someone else to take her place. Perfect motivation for an officer looking to move up in the world. It all depends how willing he is to screw people over, take a risk, to get there.

Jacobs: (sigh) *turns page* This'll take a while to move into action. I'll need to be slow in some areas, selective in others, and some moves... I have no idea how they'll turn out. Wonder if I look back on these tapes, I'll be glad events panned out the way they did, (quiet snort) or if I'll regret not having a time machine SCP on hand.

Jacobs: (drawn out sigh) Ugh... Administrative Oversight Jacobs, signing off. I hope it was worth it.

[END LOG]

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Jacobs' Journal Arc Summary (Part 1) - Of Foes and Friends

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Crime:

When we first meet Jacobs in Sedition, he's a cold, unfeeling sentinel of the Foundation. He'll manipulate staff and SCP alike in order to get positive results; not even necessarily for the O-5 council, but for himself. It's not until the 682/079 episode that we see a glimmer of potential Humanity inside him. Though, like Watch, the audience is hesitant to believe this is a sincere display. However, upon learning slightly more about his history with 049, it becomes clear there is more to Jacobs than meets the eye.

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The Lambert Saga

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As explored at the beginning of the Jacobs Journal series, Jacobs is at this time in his career a Class B Administrative Oversight Officer, working as a go-between for the Ethics Committee and the O-5 council to weed out any unhealthy workplace individuals or operations throughout the Foundation structure. He arrives at Site 19 to investigate inconsistent output by the current CEO of said facility: Site Director Lambert.

Lambert is an egocentric personality, but unlike most other self-centred people who are loose with their power, Lambert has hidden himself behind a web of cohorts, enablers, and frightened staff, all forming a perfect machine working in his favour. While Lambert profits from the Site's research personally, he pays for the loyalties of Chief security Officer Hillard, offers deals to characters such as Sergeant Chen, blackmails and protects monsters like Miles, and rules over workers, like engineer Penjani Rowe, to keep them in line.

The discovery of this hierarchy results in Jacob's being abused himself, stripped naked and forced to endure days inside of SCP-173's containment cell. It is here Jacobs formulates a plan to overthrow Lambert from the inside, by using those under his influence against him. By offering freedom to Rowe and the D-Classes, brandishing a better deal under Chen's nose, and blackmailing Miles directly, Jacobs forms a team which he hopes will bring about Lambert's ultimate demise. This is no easy task and places Jacobs in great risk at many points, like when he visits 049 to involve him in the plot. But after over a year of careful scheming, all the players are on board by the end of episode 10.

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Episode 11: Calm Before…

Episode 11: Calm Before… would have begun with Jacobs, Miles, Chen, and Penjani, meeting in Jacob's secret nook, where he's been making these recordings since day one. It is here they bond over a shared despising of Lambert, partake in some light drinking, and discuss the plan of attack. We would have learned about Penjani and Chan's backstories, with the former living in Zambia as a child, escaping hostile militias and losing her brother to them. Then, nearly being killed by him after he was turned into a Child Soldier, after which Penjani's family fled to safety and she managed to earn a scholarship in America, in an engineering degree, where she was eventually picked up by the Foundation.

Chen, on the other hand, grew up in China, as one in a long line of stoic Honor-Bound army men, his father being a dedicated General. He even states that his old man really only married his mother out of a diplomatic necessity. Chen flourished by gaining secrets from his superiors, then blackmailing or removing them from office by using their dark histories against them. A disdain for the chain of command saw him rise high, and earned him many perks as a part of that status. But he was eventually kicked out of the Nation by his own father through official means, as payback for his backstabbing ways. Which is how he wound up as part of the Foundation. The irony being, that regardless of how high a rank he achieved here, the perks would never be the same and the consequences far more dire.

The Plan was to unfold as follows: Miles would trigger a false Containment Breach event, resulting in Lamberts having to navigate his way to a Safe Zone. Penjani would not only engineer a mechanism to freeze 049, but force Lambert's path through the facility to meet with the doctor. With Chen helping to guide Lambert into the trap, and the D-Class ensuring that the doctor made his way to the intended destination, Lambert was sure to be killed as a result of the Containment Breach. And Jacobs need only report his death as accidental and unavoidable.

Not long after this is discussed, Jacobs finds out that McCrimmon and the D-Class have been reassigned to different areas in the roster, meaning it will be impossible for them to randezvous with the team. Instead of overseeing the plan from a distance to ensure his presence is accounted for elsewhere, Jacobs knows instead that he needs to be directly involved with setting 049 free, and making sure his rendezvous with Lambert is carried out.

The meeting comes to a close, but when Penjani is the last to head out, Jacobs takes her aside. She and him know that if there is any hope for the plan to succeed, no one is to be trusted. Though, he believes she is his greatest ally, and as he begins confiding in her a secret strategy, the tape cuts out to a fateful scene involving Lambert confronting a captured Jacobs… and a deafening rain of gunshots followed by sirens and loud screaming.

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Episode 12: The Storm

Episode 12: The Storm would have begun the moment the plan was put into action. Jacobs was breaking protocol by entering the Containment Areas Lambert had specifically barred him from, and would have seen him coming into direct conflict with Hillard. With the help of Chen, Jacobs knocks her out and they stash her away safely in order to enact the rest of the scheme.

However, as they arrive at 049 cell and prepare to release the doctor, Jacobs is captured and confronted by Lambert himself with the squad of his best soldiers. Lambert gloats that he found all the tapes Jacobs had been hiding away, that he planned to use the most damning ones as a means to shatter the ties between the O-5 council and the Ethics Committee, by asserting the tapes prove that the committee was attempting a hostile takeover of the Foundation, and must be liquidated. This will mean no oversight, and Lambert can keep his miniature empire running.

Chen betrayed Jacobs to Lambert, in exchange for a larger slice of the pie, as well as more freedom to sweeten the deal. Lambert knows what Miles was meant to do and already stopped him, but wants to know what Rowe Penjani was supposed to play in this plan. He plays the tape at the end of episode 11, accidentally hitting the record when it gets to Jacobs revising the plan to her. Jacobs refuses to answer, and so Lambert orders to open fire.

Before his soldiers can shoot, the sirens blare and 049s cell opens. Chen is immediately killed by him and turned into a proxy, with the Soldiers opening fire upon him. In the chaos, Jacobs escapes with Lambert in hot pursuit.

Throughout the chase, Jacobs avoids Lambert's gunfire and weaves through frightened people. He crosses paths with one of the D-Class, who was already dead, and carries on until he reaches an antechamber. Unfortunately, the only exit is locked, and Lambert has Jacobs cornered. Lambert orders Jacob to look him in the eyes like a man before shooting him. But when Jacobs hears him gasp, he looks up.

SCP-173 has Lambert in a chokehold from behind, and the Site Director has dropped his gun in a struggle to breathe. Jacobs informs him that he knew Chen was a sellout, that he only picked him as an ally and made the tapes to give Lambert a false sense of security, while Penjani, the only person Jacobs really needed on his side, tripped the containment override protocols manually, releasing the only two SCPs he needed freed. The doctor, to help create a distraction,

and 173, for poetic justice. The D-Class would lure the statue to this location, and all Jacobs had to do… was wait for the snap.

Lambert screams in frustration, until Jacobs blinks. He then stands, Watching 173 until help arrives, stating that he could do this all day.

In the end, Penjani gained her wish to move on from Site 19 and try to develop more humane ways of containing sentient SCPs, and wish Jacob's luck in finding people he could trust in the future. Jacobs infers to her that Lambert's body was dumped into 682's acid pool to remove any evidence of what really happened. After she leaves, he then allows Miles to be taunted by the childlike voices of SCP-939, before they rip him to shreds.

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Series 2: Somebody's Playthings

Somebody's Playthings would have taken place shortly after the conclusion of the Lambert Saga. Jacobs was still working in Administrative Oversight, with his current task being to investigate and determine events pertaining to a recent failed mission of MTF Squad-Uniform: “Night Stalker”, to detonate the nuclear warhead of a black site. MTF-U subsequently failed their mission, and the facility was bombarded and sealed off. But not before a sole survivor of the squad emerged: Corporal Isaac Watchthorn.

Jacobs debriefs Isaac, where he learns of the traumatic events the investigating team had to endure - the escaped SCPs, Isaac not being able to free his team from a death trap, seeing images of his deceased sister with a dark shadow looming over her, and his eventual, though unlikely, escape. Jacobs admires his personal strength at being able to survive such horrific circumstances mentally and physically unharmed, for the most part.

He sees in Isaac potential for great things in other areas of the Foundation, so reassigns him out of MTF Duty and makes him an I-Class member of the organisation. Isaac's new role is to investigate potential sightings of SCPs around the globe, ascertain the nature of the SCPs, get the locals to fall in line with Foundation protocol, and report back all pertinent information relevant to the capture or containment of said SCP. An ulterior motive for Jacobs to help Isaac out is to keep an eye on the unlikely sole survivor, suspecting that there was something more about his abilities than met the eye.

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It doesn't take long for Watch's first assignment to come along, involving a brutal murder spree in a small main Maine town. Several teenagers were brutally slaughtered, and two others traumatised by the supernatural events they had witnessed.

Watch investigates, debriefing the survivors of their story. A not so distant relative of the male survivor had recently passed away, bequeathing unto him an old, disused firehouse, used for storage. The will insisted that he take anything of value before the property was said to be demolished, as part of the conditions of death. Taking his friends to investigate, they found many old world oddities, junk and items of personal value for family. But sequestered behind a hidden door, in a sub-basement not featured on the plans, rested four porcelain-faced adult-sized puppets.

Each figure represented a different emotional state: Mania, Terror, Anger, and Ambivalence. Though their faces were made of china, worn and chipped, the rest of their bodies were wooden, held together by gears, and metal linings, and wires, that supported them like an exoskeleton. With Halloween fast approaching, the young adults decided to take the puppets back home and set them up as part of a terrifying display. They stored the puppets inside the basement of one of the victims, and went about their lives as usual.

As time went on, the friends would sometimes hear screaming and howling noises emanating from below, and when investigating the noise, would find that the puppets had moved into positions they couldn't have done on their own. Terror and Mania disappeared with Anger and Ambivalence remaining, often discovered in stances reminiscent of a standoff.

On Halloween night, the male Survivor and his friend decided that the puppets had become too much trouble, and resolved to destroy them in a bonfire once and for all. However, Anger sprang to life as soon as it sensed the danger it was in, and attacked the two men. Ambivalence too became animated, but attempted to protect them by holding off Anger. The men escaped the house, with the brawl following them upstairs and causing a fire. Before they could get into the car and rescue their other friends from this nightmare, the front door was thrown off its hinges, impaling one of the two men in half against the vehicle. The survivor fled on foot back to his house, where he knew his girlfriend was waiting.

When he arrived, she offered him a glass of water to quell his exhaustion while he recounted the story, and decided to call the police. What he hadn't realised at the time, was that Mania had been living inside his house in secret for almost a week, becoming obsessed with his girlfriend. The puppet, taking advantage of his absence that night, had taken the skin of his girlfriend and was wearing it like a suit. Then, drugged him in order to carry out an affair by pretending to be a human.

After being forced through several trauma-inducing activities with Mania, the male was eventually able to escape his confinement by car. Soon, losing the automaton on his tail.

He retreated to the home of his last friend, who herself had been trying to quell the inconsolable Terror most of the night, afraid herself that the puppet would slay her and fright. It wasn't long after that, the pair were met with a knock at the door, and Ambivalence on the other side.

The puppet helped Terror to its feet, and together escaped into the night, leaving the two survivors unharmed. Shortly after, police arrived at the scenes and the details breached Foundation ears, prompting Watch to make his appearance.

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Once the interviews had concluded, Watch amnesticized the survivors, and collated the data he had obtained in order to figure out his next move in tracking down the puppets. The series follows his and Jacob's interactions throughout the mission, the conflicting moral and ethical implications compared against Foundation protocol, dealing with local interference, and an uncooperative containment team when the instances are finally tracked down.

Though Anger and Mania proved to be troublesome, even outright dangers to society, their main goal is to track down Ambivalence and Terror - apparently, the Polar Opposites of the first two. The latter are far more sensible, with Terror only posing a threat when confronted with absolute danger, and Ambivalence only using a violence as a method of self-defence. Although Mania and Anger break free of initial containment efforts, Watch actively sabotages the containment of Ambivalence and Terror, an act that only Jacobs registers.

Instead of reprimanding him however, Jacobs allows Watch to continue, secretly admiring the moral stance he has taken and seeing SCPs as more than just entities to be catalogued. More importantly, is how Watch was still able to avoid being killed during the rampages of the more violent puppets, while many others were slaughtered.

Jacobs protects Watch from the eyes of the O-5 Council, whilst resolving to Watch his career with great interest. The puppets are placed on a record of unlisted scps, and Watch carries on to his next assignment.

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To be continued…

[END LOG]

*This is an attempt at transcribing video linked in title. I am NOT the aurhor of the chanel and I did NOT participate in creation of SCP: Sedition or Jacobs' Journal series in any way.

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