[North Canada, 4th of December, 2026]
[1:34 PM]
[140 Kilometers away from the target]
The sound of helicopter proppelers was heard sounding off through the whole city. 4 UH-60s fly right above the buildings, their United Nations insignias perfectly visible to the public. They're flying in a messy formation. People look from the ground questioning themselves what's going on. Is a war starting? The news are not talking about it, they never will. The GOC keeps them on watch, any news that reporters try to share will be caught and took off screen with cooperation of the Unusual Incident Units. The chinooks move as quick as possible, time is important. The weather is clear, sun shining but it soon changed to snowy mist as soon as they reach the area. The commander looked outside of the blackhawk before looking at the squad.
``ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP!`` He shouted, trying to sound as hearable as possible. It was extremely loud inside, all these engine sounds and proppelers, luckly operatives had headsets.
``WE'RE ARRIVING TO SITE-354 IN MATTER OF MINUTES, QUICK BRIEFING SO YOU KNOW WHO TO SHOOT!`` He screamed with his american marine accent, obviously, commander must be USMC marine.
``THE AREA SENT A EMERGENCY MESSAGE DUE TO AN CONTAINMENT BREACH, SHOOT ON SIGHT PROTOCOL IS ACTIVATED, CODE 4. WE DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE GOING INTO BUT WE KNOW THAT THEY'RE IN DESPERATE NEED OF FIRE POWER. WE'RE THE ONES TO PROVIDE IT, GOT IT?``
``AYE, SIR!`` Loud answer was heard, sounding off from at least 11 men.
``WE'RE MOST LIKELY DEALING WITH THREAT "LOVELOCK", OBJECT TEMPLUM UP TO VELVETEEN!`` All the codenames, secret informations, why do we need all of that? Its just us here. Oh right, "spyes in the radio channels".
``PREPARE YOUR MINDS, I REPEAT: WE'RE GOING INTO UNKNOW TERRITORY. MEMETICS EXPECTED!``
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[North Canada, 1st of December, 2026]
[2:30 AM]
[Site-354]
I was a security guard who was currently stationed on a catwalk just on the walls of the whole site. Watching over the pool. Spotlights shining brightly, cameras keeping everything at bay, motion sensors watching every movement. Yet, security guards were equipped with UMPs with 2 additional mags and pistols with 3 additional mags each. It was not enough, especially if on-site security personnel was in small numbers, barely 30. Most of them walking around with just pistols. Even infirmary was badly managed, barely any medkits or doctors. The inside walls were dirty, filled with pizza smell that didn't even taste like pizza, moss hanging from celling, spiders everywhere, cockroaches. That's not what I imagined by working in a SCP Foundation. We didn't even get any vests or warm clothes, the fuck are they spending their cash on?
Suddenly, the lights went out. It was around 2:40 AM, probably power outtage, they happen pretty often here. This time, it was different. I received information through the radio about a suspected traitor among the ethics committee department who placed malware in our systems. I thought its a hoax at first but that was not one of them. The lights which kept the lake on our watch shutted off too, in our protocols we were suppost to close the perimiter and keep it on watch with the flashlights and set up additional lights. So we did. We were like 9 at that moment, I got my flashlight and others got the lamps. We walked down the stairs and got closer to the red pool. I could smell the substance, human blood, disgusting. I felt scared, confused and knew that something is wrong. Ethics Committee member? Traitor? That doesn't add up, there's definitely something behind it. What if its all just a cover? My friends began to set up the gear and prepare to secure the area but
TH#$&EY$@ AR#E %#&HE#$RE
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``BRAVO, ALPHA, DELTA, EPSILON!`` The commander spoke through the headset, checking up on all the teams.
``WE'RE CLOSING IN, WE'LL BE RAPPELING DOWN THE ROPES DUE TO TERRAIN DIFFICULTIES!``
``DROP THE ROPES IN 40 SECONDS.``
The Blackhawks hovered above the lake for few moments before flying towards the farthest from lake terrain, just by the blast gate. The helicopters lowered down as much as they can before the doors got slammed open. Ropes fell out, hitting the ground as the operatives began to attach each other to the rope before one by one sliding down. First unit hits the ground, feeling the cold breeze hitting his skin. The GOC units were well prepared, winter uniforms, scarfs, helmets, vests and pretty high calibers for this situation. Units began to secure the ground till everyone dropped down. Following the group, arrived our main hero.
``COOPER, GET MOVING TO THE POSITIONS, COME ON!`` Commander shouted at Cooper. Private Richard Cooper, newly recruited operative into the Global Occult Coalition General-Response Corps. He was complete newbie assigned from the United Kingdom Special Forces. The Captains of each squad were getting their teams on positions, keeping everything secured.
Cooper was sent to the front to set up backup generators and get lights up. He walked holding the cube which seemed oddly light, while being escorted by 2 other operatives. He threw the cube to the left side and waited few seconds. The cube lighted up with bright yellow light and resized itsself to even triple its size. He then connected wires to the remaining objects and on a press of a button, everything lighted up. All spotlights, doors and buildings light up. The whole area was just a straight line surrounded by walls and hills, everything in snow, casual Canada. The main attraction was the pool itsself. Some call it a pool, some a lake but for Richard it was a river. Red river with human blood instead of water. . .
He stared at it, feeling the urge to touch it and see how it feels, the density. Cooper reached his hand towards the lake, lowering himself, he could feel the heat of human blood catching onto his gloves. Before he could've reach it, his hand got slapped by the captain of BRAVO team which he was apart of. Man wore tactical arctic gear, ushanka, goggles, scarf and anything that could provide safety both from temperature and hostiles. We know that captain is called Isai Pavlov under codename "Lefty" and was born in the heart of mother Russia, Moscow. Got employed at 20 years old in PHYSICS branch and currently is 48 years old. Rest informations is classified.
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``THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, PRIVATE? GO SECURE THE FRONT WING BEFORE I'LL MAKE SURE YOU SWIM IN THAT POOL!``
``AYE, SIR!`` Private responded, obligated to show respect to higher ups.
They now arrived to the entrance, just a broken gate seperating them from what's inside. Cooper felt uneasy, still thinking about the substance yet he remembered his handbook which he still has in the pocket. Before he had time to pull it out, one of the units arrived with an ID card which was delivered by a SCPF watch station nearby, roughly 10 kilometers. ``Come on, private. Open up.`` Sergeant said as Richard took the card. He walked up to the scanner and scanned it, a high pitched noise was released, headsets, luckly they had them. The gate began to open slowly, breaking the walls surrounding it before stopping, leaving barely any space to slip between. Richard went in first, he got his flashlight mounted on the pistol and slipped between the gates, carefully not to trigger them. He shined his flashlight inside the dark room where electricity didn't reach. He flashed it on the wires moving by the wall, maybe that's the reason. It was a small cafeteria and kitchen.
Cafeteria seemed to hold enough space, kitchen on the other hand was small and could barely fit 2 people. The private went further bumping into a hanging lamp, causing it to fell and shatter as the squad that entered inside, jumped scared. ``Sorry.`` He apologised before moving further, shining the light everywhere and keeping himself on guard. One of the units in meantime began to fix the wires system while rest went to the generator room to try fix things up. Richard alone reached infirmary area, he stumbles on an object. He points the flashlight on it before jumping backwards. It was a corpse, poor nurse had her arm torn off, bones parts laying around, face skin brutally torn off. He wanted to puke but held himself.
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While Richard was searching the dorm rooms, 3 operatives under command of captain Isai Pavlov which leads currently BRAVO, they progress further into the site. They pass the security officer office as a loud bang was heard inside the room. They get into breaching positions, quietly being directed. Captain stands closest to the door on its left side as 2 operatives stay behind him, one of the units is in front of the captain taking role of the breacher. They all get checked up and breacher gets his sledge hammer off before slamming it into the metalical door, once, twice until it falls right off. A gunshot appears as the captain pushes breacher out of the way, saving him from the bullet. ``ALLIES! ALLIES! ALLIES!`` Sergeant shouted as the gunfire stopped. ``HOLD YOUR FIRE!``
The GOC units get into the room, clearing it out. They point their flashlights at the shooter. ``Captain Zyma, how good it's to see you alive!`` Said Isai before giving a hug. They knew each other before, unsure where. They leave the room and take a walk further into the area.
``So, Zyma. The fuck happened here?`` The BRAVO captain spoke while they get escorted towards the maintance room where the generator is located.
``Eh, some ethics committee guy got KENTAX into our servers. This caused electricity outtage and data corruption.``
``KENTAX? From where did that motherfucker got that malware? It can literally cause whole damn data outbreak if played correctly. . .`` He thought for a while about the posibilities, he remembered the Acting Director mentioning about alternative reality and this site. An data outbreak, red lake getting back active, tentacles and complete slaughter.
``We don't know, I feel like I'm the only one left in this hell hole. I don't even know what slaughtered the rest, I heard only gunshots and screams.``
``Could it be hostile group raid?``
``Does anyone know about location of this site beside yall?`` Zyma asked sarcastically not expecting an answer. ``How about you, captain? What is your plan?`` He added additionally.
``I'll explain it tomorrow, we reached the generator room.`` He opened the door and walked inside.
The whole maintance section was in chaos. Pipes were pierced causing gas leaks, electricity moving through every metalical object in the room connected to it, water everywhere. This was complete danger. ``CAPTAIN, DON'T TOUCH THE WATER OR-`` One of the GOC operatives specialised in maintance huffed ``METAL OBJECTS!`` However, as soon as he shouted that, one of the men got electricuted and tossed across the room.
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Richard finally reached the data storage room and the breach shelter. He looked on his watch and commented ``Few minutes, not enough time.`` He turned towards the breach shelter and walked up to it scanning the ID card. The gates began to slowly open, mechanism cracking. ``It hasn't been used in a long time. . .`` He slips between the gates, taking a look inside the shelter. It was darker than in devil's butt. ``HELLO?`` He shouted, attempting to get somebody's attention inside the darkness. ``GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION, WE'RE HERE TO SAVE YOU!`` Yet, no response was given. He felt something, like being watched? Odd feeling. He decided to back off and get out of there before something worse gets him than mad captain. He got through the gates frame and used ID card to close the gate. As soon as gates close, lights turn on, brightening the hallways and rooms around. He saw them. Corpses laying around, lifeless, torn apart, brutally massacred. This was NOT a human job, that's monsters' job.
He covered his eyes in moment when Isai called for him. He walked past it, trying not to look while feeling badly disgusted. Richard returned to his squad, setted up a safety zone and went to sleep, leaving 2 guards at bay.