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>>5513617
Location: Site-21, Conference Room 28, [REDACTED]

0200 Hours, January 15th

S-21 Assessments Team 7

Team Leader: UNAVAILABLE

Operatives: Isaac Roussos, Jennifer “Jenny” O’Brian

Field Agents: Jack Doggart, Kei Shima

D-Class: Daniel Cruz

You try to suppress a yawn. You have no idea what time it is, but based on how tired you feel it must be the middle of the night. Everyone else is here, so you guess there must be some kind of mission for you, but why you’re being sent out now is a mystery to you. You guess it’s not that urgent since everyone’s waiting around, but then why did you get woken up and brought here?

There’s not much to the room you notice, the projection with that mothball thing on it, a podium to the side, some chairs in front of it, and a bunch of desks pushed up against the walls. You see the clock on the wall reads 2 o’clock. Jesus, they woke you up early.

A man walks into the room, an official looking guy you haven’t seen before. He walks up to the podium and waits, which the rest of the team takes as their queue to sit down. You follow their lead.

Once everyone has sat down he begins to speak.

“Good morning everyone. I’m Agent Simon, and I’ll be taking temporary command of this team until a new team leader can be selected for you. I’ll be clear up front. There will be no repeats of your last mission, is that clear? There will be no “heroics” or avoidable casualties under my watch, under any circumstances. Now, onto the subject at hand.”

He presses a button in the podium and the mothball slide is replaced with black and white pictures of what you think are World War II. There’s a lot of soldiers in them, mostly American but some German, and they seem to be transporting weapons or simply walking about. There are black bars over several objects being handled in them, and you think you even see one covering a house sized object, though you can’t be sure. The rest of the team is looking at them with interest, though you notice that Isaac is glaring directly at Agent Simon. Your new team lead continues.

“Project Mothball. A US government project rounding up all the anomalous goodies they took from Europe in WWII, and bringing it back here. Mostly taken from the Nazis, but a few from other places. All of them were deemed too dangerous to leave in Europe. The thought was that Uncle Sam would put them in storage, just in case, since the commies probably grabbed some too. Whole facilities were planned out across the entire continent, and a good chunk of the defence budget was set aside for the task. That didn’t last long. It was thought that around half got destroyed, and the other half was remanded into our custody.”

He pauses, and pushes another button, and the slideshow changes to more black and white pictures, except this time of men in suits shaking hands and scientists posing in front of large contraptions.

“Now, the eggheads recently did a count and found out that we don’t have everything we should. It turns out that there were a number of discrepancies in the paperwork, deliveries that were never made, that sort of thing. We’ve had a closer look and it turns out that some of the items marked for destruction were also conveniently lost, and now it’s starting to look like a third was destroyed, a third was given to us, and a third has gone missing. Furthermore, we don’t have the paperwork for the objects we don’t have. So, beyond what is already in our own custody we don’t actually know what we’re dealing with. Now we’re being sent out to investigate where these things have gone and why. Any questions?”

Jack immediately raises his hand.

“Sir, why are we getting woken up at, uh, 2am for this?”

Agent Simon scowls.

“Because the powers that be have found it necessary. Any other questions?

Jenny starts to speak up.

“Sir, I don’t understand. Why send us? There’s more qualified units like Delta-5, Iota-10, or even Alpha-7 that should be dealing with this, not an Assessments team. Why aren’t they being deployed on this?”

Shoot I messed up the formatting on that one

>>5513620
At this Agent Simon sighs. He presses the slide button again and the presentation flickers to a new photo, looking a lot more recent. The picture is of an office building on fire, with observations and arrows scribbled in by pen.

“Because they already are. This is 5 hours ago. A records building for some unimportant construction company, which held on its lower floors the official government records for Project Mothball, the essentials of who got what. Delta-5 arrived there to find it already burning. As of 1 hour ago they were still dealing with the situation. Expeditionary Command now wants everyone out for this one. Everyone. I will emphasise. We are dealing with missing anomalies. Not potential ones. Missing. Known anomalies don’t just disappear, especially anomalies that were recovered from the battlefields of the Second World War. I’ll let you work out the implications. Now, we’re not being sent to recover any ourselves, just to look for more leads, but EC is understandably wary about the whole situation. Is that understood?”

Everyone replies with a “Yes, Sir!” which you quickly mumble under your breath. You really could do with a coffee. Something doesn’t quite sit right with you though. Hm, must be your sleep deprivation. You see Agent Simon switch slides again to something new this time and begin talking about where you’ll all be headed.

>Another secret archive site. It’s supposed to be less known than the one that got burnt, but it’s had several problems with basement leakages and flooding over the years. But it is believed that there may be intact copies of the information we need there.

>An old disused storage site. Constructed by the US government before the Foundation intervened and took the anomalies into custody. Now empty. But it could have clues to what these things are, or where they went. The records are spotty but some might have been stored there before they got transferred.

>We’ve tracked down one of the officials from that time, one of the higher ups of the project. We’ll interview him and see what he knows, perhaps take him into custody if it’s deemed necessary. Should be easy either way.

Additionally, do you want to ask Agent Simon any questions?

>(Write in)

And do you want to ask your team members anything?

>(Write in)

>>5513621
Where we're going
>An old disused storage site. Constructed by the US government before the Foundation intervened and took the anomalies into custody. Now empty. But it could have clues to what these things are, or where they went. The records are spotty but some might have been stored there before they got transferred.
What to ask of Agent Simon?
>A construction company? Why would THAT be where the records were kept?
What to ask our teammates?
>Who the fuck are the units they're talking about? Might as well know if we ever encounter them.
>If no more "heroics" are involved, can I at least be given something to protect myself with? Shit, even a club would do.

>>5513621
Where we're going:
>We’ve tracked down one of the officials from that time, one of the higher ups of the project. We’ll interview him and see what he knows, perhaps take him into custody if it’s deemed necessary. Should be easy either way.

What to ask of Agent Simon:
>Hey so, like, can I have a gun on this mission? Or maybe something else to help me not die? Hell, I'll take a sharp toothpick at this point.

What to ask our teammates:
>Hey so Isaac, what's your beef with Agent Simon Cowell over there? I saw you glaring at him like he shit in your coffee when he was showing us the slides.
>Can I have a gun?

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>5513621
>1) Another secret archive site. It’s supposed to be less known than the one that got burnt, but it’s had several problems with basement leakages and flooding over the years. But it is believed that there may be intact copies of the information we need there.

>2) An old disused storage site. Constructed by the US government before the Foundation intervened and took the anomalies into custody. Now empty. But it could have clues to what these things are, or where they went. The records are spotty but some might have been stored there before they got transferred.

>3) We’ve tracked down one of the officials from that time, one of the higher ups of the project. We’ll interview him and see what he knows, perhaps take him into custody if it’s deemed necessary. Should be easy either way.

>>5513621
>Secret archive site
To Isaac:
>Do you guys not get to pick your own team leader here? Seems like it'd be better for the team to get the choice instead of whoever thought it'd be a good idea to assign that agent.
>>5513626
>>5513650
If we're asking for a weapon it's best not to phrase it to a way to protect ourselves, but to protect the other team members. We have proof we'd want to do it, after all. See: car crash
+1 to the Isaac question >>5513650 suggested

>>5513621
+1 to this >>5513626

Disused storage: 2
Secret Archives: 2

Going to need a tiebreaker, or I'll roll in an hour or two.

>>5513621
>>5514680

>>Another secret archive site. It’s supposed to be less known than the one that got burnt, but it’s had several problems with basement leakages and flooding over the years. But it is believed that there may be intact copies of the information we need there.

>>5514045
>>5513650
>>5513626
+1

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As everyone starts getting up to head to the motorpool you quickly walk over to Agent Simon. You still have a couple questions for him. He looks up at you as you approach.

“Yes, uh, D-Uh, D-8, was it? What is it?”

>A construction company? Why would THAT be where the records were kept?

He frowns. “Why not? It’s as good a cover story as any. This is top secret stuff, they’re not going to keep it in public archives.” He shrugs. “Though if that were the case there’d probably be more protections against fire. Did you want anything else?”

>Hey so, like, can I have a gun on this mission? Or maybe something else to help me not die? Hell, I'll take a sharp toothpick at this point.

Somehow Simon’s frown gets deeper.

“No. You’re a D-Class. You do as you’re told. I’m not giving you a weapon. Now if you don’t have any other stupid questions, I’ll be on my way.”

He starts packing up some papers he brought with him and begins walking towards the motorpool. Dick. You hurry up to the rest of the team. They should be more open to you at least. As you walk over you hear them discussing amongst themselves the strangeness of this mission and if you’ll all encounter something.

>Hey, what were those units you were talking about? The ones that should be doing this instead of us? We going to ever encounter them?

Jenny looks over to you. “You mean the guys I mentioned? That’s just the MTF units.”

>The MTF units?

“Yeah, Mobile Task Force. More specialised and experienced then we are. They can have any purpose from combat to schmoozing with politicians. Basically if the Foundation has a problem with anything they send an MTF out to deal with it. Technically we’re part of an MTF but I don’t think it has any official designation.”

>But what about the guys you mentioned?

“Oh, them? Delta-5 I think are the guys that grab things from other people before they get it themselves, and Iota-10 is supposed to be the guys working for us in government agencies. Alpha-7 is, I think-“

“That’s classified Jenny.” Isaac interrupts. “You shouldn’t even know they exist.”

“And neither should you,” she retorts. “Anyway, sorry Dan, can’t tell you. Don’t even know if my information is accurate on those guys.”

>>5514842
>Oh. Thanks anyways. If no more "heroics" are involved, can I at least be given something to protect myself with? Shit, even a club would do.

Isaac looks at you. “I assume that’s what you asked Agent Simon about?” He shakes his head. “Not within earshot of him. Ask me about that later.”

>Can I have a gun?

Isaac starts shushing you. “I said ask me later! Simon’ll have my ass if he sees me give you anything."

>Hey so Isaac, what's your beef with Agent Simon over there? I saw you glaring at him like he shit in your coffee when he was showing us the slides.”

He sighs. “What, apart from the fact that he so casually brushed over the death of out last team lead like that? Simon’s one of those by the book pricks, all prim and proper.”

Jack leans over to you. “A real hardass.”

Isaac continues. “Yeah. We’ve had a few missions with him over the years. He gets shit done but he’s no people pleaser by any means. Slave-driver Simon people used to call him until he got wind of it. We still don’t know how he shut that down. But I know that he’ll throw away all our lives if he believes it’s necessary. I don’t like guys like that, even if that is supposed to be the Foundation’s MO. He’s just too casual about it.”

The rest of the team nods their head and mumbles in agreement as Agent Simon catches up with you all. You spend the next few minutes mulling over the information you’ve learned until you get to the cars. You, Jenny, and Jack are in one car while Agent Simon, Isaac, and Kei will be in the other. As the cars drive up the ramp that leads out of Site-21 you take the opportunity to get some badly needed sleep. God you’re glad these things have heating, it seems like a snowstorm outside. Good thing the Foundation gives you all cold weather clothes, your death row prison would have told you to suck it up. Hopefully it’s a while before you all get there, but you won’t count on it.

>>5514845
You awaken to the sound of Jack’s voice. He must be talking to Jenny.

“Sure is fuckin’ weird to send us out at 2am to look for some papers. We’re an Assessments Team, not one of the MTF Response guys. Hell, are there even any anomalies involved in this? I don’t get it.”

You open one of your eyes. Jenny’s still at the wheel, with Jack still sitting shotgun. You’re not sure what time it is. Feels like a few hours later. You decide to snuggle up a bit more and listen to their conversation while trying to drift back to sleep.

“It’s a clearance thing, probably.” Is Jenny’s reply. “The files I have don’t explain much and I don’t think Isaac’s will be any better. Only one who knows what’s going on is Simon.”

“Yeah, and he sure ain’t talking anytime soon. Prick. But aren’t you curious? I mean sure, the whole situation is shady from the get go, but that’s what you expect working with the Foundation. What I’m wondering is why Simon, Claudio’s personal hatchet man, is being assigned to us and getting sent on something that even Daniel back there could accomplish on his own, on a mission they want done ASAP. It’s too weird for me.”

Jenny shrugs. “Not like we’re likely to find out. All we’re doing is grabbing the documents and leaving. Maybe someone else wants them and is going to set a fire when they get them.”

“But that doesn’t mean you send out an Assessments team for item retrieval. We should be looking for anomalies, not paperwork.”

“Maybe there is one.”

>>5514849
“And they’re not telling us?” You open your eyes again and see Jack gesturing wildly as he speaks. “No, that can’t be it. Something else is going on here. Something stranger than Foundation Normal. I trust Simon as far as I can throw him, and he’s definitely holding something back. David would have told us what’s going on.”

Jenny sighs. “Maybe you’re still hung up about his death. I agree with you but there’s no use worrying about, not now. Just be patient, and we can figure out what’s going on. I’ll talk to Isaac about it, okay? Anyway, we’re here.”

You feel the car jolt to a stop. Shoot. So much for sleep. Jenny and Jack get out and you pull yourself up and open the door. You’re parked on the side of some main street, snow lightly covering it and drifting down around you. In front of you is a large, official looking building completely shrouded in darkness. It’s not on fire at least. Mostly concrete by the looks of it. There’s a big sign over the entrance, Stefan City Planning. You’ve never been to Stefan City. Agent Simon and Isaac are walking towards you while Kei is waiting in front of the building, staring up at the sign for some reason. Agent Simon begins talking.

“Alright, we’re here. Jenny, you’re with me. Jack, you’ll stay out here, keep an eye on the cars and the general perimeter. Regular check-ups, every 10 minutes, or if you see anything out of the ordinary. Got it?”

He turns to you. “D-8170.”

What will you be doing?

>Guarding the cars and perimeter with Jack. Danger is unlikely, but you never know.

>Going into the building. Those files need to be found.

>Fetching some breakfast. There’s some joint on the corner of the street that’s still open.

I hate the character limit here.

>>5514851
>Fetching some breakfast. There’s some joint on the corner of the street that’s still open.

Intuition is firing on all cylinders. Surely it can’t be that ordinary?

>>5514851
>Fetching some breakfast. There’s some joint on the corner of the street that’s still open
Stranger than Foundation normal, huh? Maybe a quick lay of the land would be of use. Also, we're basically the glorified human meatshield

Might as well be an intern on top of that

>>5514851
>Guarding the cars and perimeter with Jack. Danger is unlikely, but you never know.

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>>5514851
>Fetching some breakfast. There’s some joint on the corner of the street that’s still open.
I assure you, Agent Simon, this action is extremely important to the success of this mission. A stakeout if you will, to find any suspicious elements in the area.
And borgar.

>>5514851
>Fetching some breakfast. There’s some joint on the corner of the street that’s still open.
inb4 the anomaly is a breakfast spoon.

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>>5514892
Great, The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Inefficient Weapon has found a new victim

>>5514851
>Fetching some breakfast. There’s some joint on the corner of the street that’s still open.

>>5514892
GOD HELP US

>>5514851
>Fetching some breakfast. There’s some joint on the corner of the street that’s still open.

>>5514851
>Fetching some breakfast. There’s some joint on the corner of the street that’s still open.
I would die for a borger if I was in a situation like that and good for scouting

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>>5514854
>>5514875
>>5514888
>>5514889
>>5514965
>>5515479
>>5515555

>Fetching some breakfast. There’s some joint on the corner of the street that’s still open.

“Go get us something to eat, okay? And make sure it’s warm!”

Gee, you didn’t have to be told that in this weather. Thankfully it’s not storming, there’s only a light drift of snow falling around you, but it's still pretty cold. Agent Simon hands you a card before walking off.

“And don’t even think about trying to run away!”

Prick. Jack shrugs as Agent Simon begins walking off to the building with Isaac, Jenny, and Kei in tow. You take a look at the card he gave you. It’s grey, with the words Securities and Credit Proprietors emblazoned on it in silver letters, above some numbers. Of course, The Foundation has their own bank. You shake your head and begin walking up the street to this food place.

It’s a 24 hour diner, just about the only thing still open around here. There’s several big flashing signs advertising breakfast, lunch, and dinner all day, everyday. To be honest you could do with all three right now. Hell, it’s probably going to be a while before they find those files. You could stay inside and eat something yourself before venturing out into the cold again. The thought of warm food so close aggravates your current discomfort and you quicken your pace. As you run up to the building you notice there’s two black vans parked in front. Must be for delivery.

As you walk in the first thing you feel is the warmth. God, that’s good. You close your eyes a moment to bask in the heat before opening them again and moving towards the counter. It’s an unremarkable place, seating, a counter, the usual. You look at a clock to your left and see that it’s 4am. Jesus.

Walking up to the counter you notice there’s a bunch of men already inside, seated around two tables in the far corner of the room. What the hell are they doing here? They’re eating like they’re in a hurry, that’s for sure. You notice dark coveralls beneath their winter jackets, maybe workmen of some kind. There’s around 10 of them, an entire squad’s worth.

>>5515746
As you turn around to look at the menu, it hits you. Oh shit.

Your stomach suddenly feels like it’s in your feet right now. You resist the urge to immediately look back at them. Maybe you’re overthinking it. You have too many reasons to be paranoid. There’s no reason for these guys to be suspicious. There’s nothing wrong with eating in a diner at 4am, after all, that’s what you’re doing…

As your thoughts start racing one of the men is suddenly standing besides you, and he rings the bell for the servers.

“Hey.”

>Hey.

“Cold night, huh?”

>Yeah.

You focus your entire attention on the menu above the counter. Your mind dimly registers the different meals on offer but as you move your eyes from sign to sign you instantly forget what you were just looking at. Eventually you notice one of the waitresses standing in front of you.

“Can I help you sir?”

>Uh…

What shall you do?

>FUCK THIS. Run for it.

>Calmly order, and try to leave as quickly as possible.

>Strike up a conversation with the guy next to you.

>Order a meal for yourself, sit down, and try to listen in on these guys.

>(Write in.)

Uh oh.
This can't be good...

>>5515751
>(Write in.)
>Calmly order 3 of everything on the menu and sit down and try to listen to the guys.

>>5515751
>Calmly order, and try to leave as quickly as possible.
>Eavesdrop while we wait
But make sure to order a few different cooked things that take a little while to make to give us some time to listen in on these chumps. Pace around a bit while it's cooking, make sure to pass them by a few times.
I wonder what GoI they might belong to. Or maybe it's just sleep-deprived paranoia.

>>5515751
>Order a meal for yourself, sit down, and try to listen in on these guys.
>make sure to buy the teams some burgers too
Just sit down, enjoy the borgar and keep our ears open. They're not even bad guys, totally, who also wanted to eat some borgar before going on a mission.
Do we even have anything to alert our boys with? We could use a nearby phone, but I'm not sure we have anyone's phone number.

>>5515751
>Order a meal for yourself, sit down, and try to listen in on these guys.

>>5515784
>Support
Suspicious but to them we are also suspicious

>>5515751
>>5515772 +1

>>5515751
>Order a meal for yourself, sit down, and try to listen in on these guys.

>>5515772
+1 to this even though it has a high chance of getting us keked

>>5515784
+1

>>5515756
>>5515772
>>5515784
>>5515791
>>5515795
>>5515804
>>5515830
>>5515849
Okay, so looks like a mix or ordering but listening in while you wait.

Roll 1d100, best of 3.

DC 30/70/80

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>5516475
don't get merc'd

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>5516475

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>5516475
Gaming.

>>5516505
Nice

>>5516481
>>5516496
>>5516505

>I’ll take 6 burgers, and some chips with that, thanks. Oh, and some bottles of water too.

“Of course, sir! Coming right up! And do you want anything, sir?”

She’s talking to the guy next to you now. Taking a look at him, he’s tall and well built, the kinda guy you wouldn’t want to come across in a dark alley. His buddies all look fairly similar, though you can’t really tell much about them.

“Just your name, pretty lady.”

The waitress giggles, then turns serious.

“I’m sorry, but I already have a boyfriend, sir. But thank you for the compliment.”

“Ah, was worth a shot. Never mind then.”

The waitress moves back into the kitchen while the man starts leaning against the counter.

“So, what are you doing out here tonight?”

You blink, and turn to look at him. The man is speaking to you, and staring right at you, unblinkingly. The cold gaze of his pale blue eyes make you slightly uncomfortable, like they can see into your very soul. You can’t tell if he’s trying to figure you out or just making some friendly conversation. You’ll go with the latter, for now, and try not panic until you have reason to.

>Oh, just getting some food for me and my buddies. Lot of burst pipes around, so we have to go out and fix it, in this goddamn weather. Been one hell of a night, I’ll tell you that.

He chuckles. “Yeah, you and me both. Me and the rest of the guys back there got called to the old city planning building, some idiot official is insisting that snow’s leaking into the basement and getting the files all wet. Stupid thing to worry about if you ask me.”

You do your best to not react to the fact that he’s heading to the same spot you and the team are supposed to be. The man continues to stare right at you, not blinking even once, though you don't think you show anything. You shake your head and laugh.

>Yeah, what a dumbass. Good luck with that.

He chuckles then moves back to be with the rest of his teammates.

>>5516783
That was unsettling. Your burgers and chips should be ready in a little while, but that guy gave you some serious creeps. You should head off and warn Jack, but you need to wait until the food is done. With nothing else to do, you sit at the end of the bench, close to where the men are sitting, and try to listen in on their conversation.

You try to make yourself look as innocent as possible. You’re just some tired worker, in after a long night for some early morning breakfast. Nothing more than that. You might even be falling asleep. There’s no way you can even hear what they’re talking about, though it is hard to catch what they’re saying from here. You briefly think about moving closer, but that would be too suspicious. Why can’t you have any cool gadgets like in all those spy films? Probably because you’re a D-Class, you think. Oh well. You lean your head on the counter, and listen.

There’s two voices. One that sounds authoritative, like he’s the guy in charge, the other questioning, as if he has doubts about something.

“Break and enter, simple enough job. Get the stuff, oil the place up, and go. Nothing more to it than that.”

“That’s it? Why can’t we just grab it? Not like anyone’s going to miss the thing.”

“Cause’ Mr. creepy eyes told us to. He wants it done, we do it, that simple.”

“What’s even with that guy? You think he knows about the importance of this thing? I got a feeling he’s not just a collector like he says he is.”

“Dunno, but he does have connections. He had a weird tattoo of a snake on his arm too. I got the feeling that he knows who we really work for, but he didn’t mention it.”

“So are we playing them, or are they playing us?”

“Doesn’t matter. We grab the stuff and get out of there, won’t even bother giving it to him. If they come for it, we fight them off. That’s that.”

“But what about that snake-

Further listening is interrupted by the waitress.

“Sir, your food.”

You jump up with a jolt. That smells delicious. You quickly grab the food and thank the waitress, before making your way to the door. You gotta get out of here quick and warn Jack. You can swear the eyes of the men are on your back as you leave but you don’t turn around to check. You start running as soon as you’re past their now ominous black vans.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>5516786
Jack is waiting by the cars, shivering in the winter wind.

“Daniel! That smells good.”

>Jack! We got trouble. There’s a group of guys at the burger joint, I think they’re planning to raid this place as well.

You start to tell him everything you heard. At the end of it Jack has an extremely worried look on his face and is looking up at the end of the street. They were still in the middle of eating when you left so you probably have a few minutes until they get here, but you can’t be sure. Jack opens the boot of one of the cars to retrieve a rifle, and you throw the food in there. You hope you’ll get to eat it later.

Jack tries to radio in. “Agent Simon, this is Jack, come in.” Static. “Isaac, come in.” Nothing.

“Shit. Always with the goddamn radios.” He takes a moment to look at the building. Stefan City Planning. It’s a thick concrete structure. Maybe too thick for a signal to get through?

Jack leans in close to you. “Okay, this is what we’ll do. I need to move the cars, set up an ambush. Those guys are definitely not friendly. Hopefully they won’t notice or get here before then. Meanwhile you…

What will you be doing?

>You’ll head in to warn Agent Simon and the rest.

>Stay here to ambush them with Jack.

>Grab some explosives from the car to sabotage their vans.

>(Write in.)

>>5516790
>You’ll head in to warn Agent Simon and the rest.

>>5516790
>You’ll head in to warn Agent Simon and the rest.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>5516790
>>Grab some explosives from the car to sabotage their vans.

>>5516790
>You’ll head in to warn Agent Simon and the rest

>>5516790
>Grab some explosives from the car to sabotage their vans
They've probably got most of their equipment in those vans, we take that out and we just might stand a chance.

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>>5516790
>You’ll head in to warn Agent Simon and the rest
This is what D-Boys do, we gotta' be the messenger pidgeon. Also, pic related.

>>5516790
>Grab some explosives from the car to sabotage their vans.
They'll never see it coming!

>>5516790
>You’ll head in to warn Agent Simon and the rest.
>(Write in.)
>Tell Simon Jack told you to sabotage their vans with explosives and leave unless he yells at you with different orders. We need this to go quick.
Here's to hoping this team doesn't have the most god awful luck in the world and they're *also* under attack in there.
If Simon doesn't like us handling weapons/explosives in a situation like this, he can speak up. Otherwise, tough shit, we have minutes at best before hostiles are here and we need to do what we can as quick as we can.

>>5516890
>>5516911
If you want to grab a weapon by the way, you'll have to roll to convince Jack to give you one.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>5517038
Do we roll now or later?
Because why wouldn't we want a weapon in this kinda situation.

>>5517069
If it gets enough votes, I'll ask you to roll.

>>5516911
+1 for grabbing a weapon

>>5516820
Also adding to try getting a weapon to save our saucepans.

>>5516790
>Grab some explosives from the car to sabotage their vans.
>Ask about a weapon. Pistol would be good since we’ll be carrying explosives, anything larger would get in the way.

I’m guessing Simon was already briefed on this possibility, and had instructions to minimize disclosure about this. I’m sure they’re assuming moles are involved since the archives were torched shortly after the audit was completed and the SCP organization started to mobilize.

Which is shit, but if he’s that by-the-books then I could easily see it.

>>5516911
If Simon asks, I say we tell him Jack set the explosives while we were in there the diner because we got a message out early. We could clear it with Jack first to make sure the timeline is fine/that gets us all in less trouble after the deed is done.

Before would normally be better, but the sooner we move the better our chances.

>>5516805
>>5516820
>>5516873
>>5516890
>>5516911

>You’ll head in to warn Agent Simon and the rest.

“Those files are supposed to be in the basement level, so get down there, find the team, and get them to hurry up or get out of there. I’ll stay out here, try to take out some of them, but there’s no way I can fight 10 guys by myself. I’ll try to make myself scarce, so you’ll only have a few minutes at most before they’re after you. Now get going!”

>Can I grab a weapon?

Jack looks at you. “Simon’ll have my ass…”

Roll 1d100, DC 60 to convince Jack to give you a weapon.

With the wind starting to pick up and the cold making itself felt, you start sprinting towards the building. Thankfully the tracks of Agent Simon and the team are still fresh, and you follow them to a side entrance that’s leaning slightly ajar. You hear Jack get into one of the cars behind you and drive it around the corner. You hope he doesn’t get caught out by those guys.

Entering the building and you realise that there’s no light inside. Hell. You can still see, but only barely. Should have grabbed a torch from Jack, but too late now. Oh well. Thankfully the team didn’t bother with drying out when they got here, so you’re able to follow the trail of water to where they went. It goes down a stairwell to the lower level and leads to the basement. Not much here to be honest, mostly pipes and a couple shelves with old tools. Very dusty too. You notice a torch on one, and dusting it off you see if it works. Yes! It’s dim, but you don’t care, it was starting to get dark down here.

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>>5518022
As you move through the basement you hear several rapid cracks from somewhere far away, and the sound of cars or maybe vans screeching. Damn. Better get a move on. You hope Jack can handle himself out there. Or at least make a getaway.

The trail eventually leads to a giant door, already opened, thick and unlike almost anything else you’ve seen. It almost looks like something you’d see in a bank vault. Weird. Must be some old nuclear bunker thing. It makes sense, if they wanted to keep these records safe, and you guess the plans for the city are important too. It’s here that the trail of water ends, but it shouldn’t be too hard to find them now. They must still be looking for the file, so all you have to do is wander about until you get to them.

You walk inside and you’re met with… a stairway? It’s going down. Guess they really wanted to be sure this stuff wasn’t lost. You shrug and start climbing down. When you reach the bottom you turn around and find yourself in a long concrete corridor, stretching out to your left and right. This doesn’t look like a basement anymore…

You wander down the corridor, until you reach an intersection in the wall. Shining your light down it you see it stretch down, with doors and windows lining the wall. You walk up to one window and peer through. There’s chairs and desks inside, and several filing cabinets against the far wall. It almost looks like an office complex? What is it doing down here? You don’t continue down, and instead head to the end of the main corridor. You reach a corner, with a stairwell at the end, going down. You shine your light on a small set of signs you notice next to it.

Sub-floor 1: Administration

Sub-floor 2: Research

Sub-floor 3: Storage

Sub-floor 4: [Blurred out]

What the hell is this? This isn’t a basement, or even a bunker, it’s an entire goddamn underground base! What on earth is a city planning building doing with this? This place is starting to give you the creeps. The team could be anywhere, and unless Jack got lucky, that squad of guys from the diner are going to be down here with you soon enough as well. You have to choose where to go looking for the team. Where could they be?

>Administration

>Research

>Storage

>The blurred out level?

Rolled 63, 30, 24, 38, 94, 75, 11, 85, 62, 80 = 562 (10d100)

Ignore this roll.

Rolled 29, 65 = 94 (2d100)

Ignore this roll too.

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>5518026
>The blurred out level?
I played eenie meenie miney mo and landed on this, so fate has decided.

>>5518022
>>5518028
>no way I can fight 10 guys
>10d100
Sus QM, very sus.

>>5518026
>>Storage

>>5518026
>The blurred out level?
Mystery box encounter.

>>5518077
>>5518096
Going to need 2 extra d100's for the roll to convince Jack, forgot to mention it was Bo3.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>5518026

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>5518026
>The blurred out level?

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>5518108
Now listen here buddy-o

>>5518026
> Sub-floor 3: Storage
Makes the most sense that archived documents would be here.

I wonder if this is actually an SCP we’re in?

>>5518201
It's a kind of SCP, but no-one seems to have cottoned on yet. That's all I'll say for now.

>>5518229
The main reason I ask is because of our perk for navigating… unnatural spaces. Our boy is going to flip if he starts getting the same feeling for navigation that he did in the orbiverse.

An SCP formed due to containing SCPs for a while with no crew? The logical extension its natural function to secure, contain, and protect when given an anomalous nature? I suppose we’ll eventually find out or die along the way.

>>5518026
>>Storage
Probably where at least some of the squad went.

>>5518026
>The blurred out level?

>>5518036
>>5518096
>>5518127
>>5518759
That blurred out level is making you curious. And hey, there’s got to be something down there, right? And if you somehow miss them, you’re sure the team can handle themselves. All you’re armed with is the measly pistol Jack gave you, not like you’d be much help in a fight except as a meatshield. You lift it up and hold it in front of you as you try to reassure yourself. There’s nothing to worry about. You’ll poke your head in, see if the team is there, and start heading through the other levels if you can’t find them. You’re just being thorough.

You begin walking down the staircase. You briefly think about yelling out for the team as you pass by the levels, but something stops you. Calling out into the darkness in a place like this, with only the sound of your footsteps to accompany you, makes you hesitate. You don’t even feel like there’s anything out there, not like that vision you had when you touched the orb, but you’re still wary. Who knows what’s going on in this place. Wasn’t this supposed to be a storage basement? What’s with the secret underground facility?

You pass by signs marked research, and then storage. You haven’t seen or heard anything, but you keep the gun at your side. Not even a hint of the team’s whereabouts too. You hope you’re not alone down here. And those guys topside, they’ll surely be down here any moment as well.

Finally, you’re at level 4. The sign here is blurred too. Like the ink’s been wiped out on a whiteboard. What could have done that? You shake your head. These questions are of no use to you. You take a moment to look behind you. Nothing. Not a sight or sound. Well, better find out what’s down here. You put your foot forward…

>>5519216
And step in… water. This entire level is flooded. Only ankle deep, thankfully, but it’s ice cold, as if it’s come straight from the surface. As you shine your light around you, it becomes quickly apparent that this level is in a far more dire state than the rest.

The first level you came down from was clean, completely spotless, and the stairwell was unremarkable too. But here, there’s mould or some growth all along the concrete walls, and the furniture is strewn about the place, as if thrown or abandoned in a panic. Everything upstairs was neatly packed, but this is pure chaos. There’s a thick layer of sludge that’s built up on everything too, against the wall and all the chairs and desks lying in the water. The sludge is completely black.

You move through a doorway, the door floating gently in the water beyond. More debris. God, your feet feel like they’re going to freeze. There’s a line of what look like safes on the walls either side of you, almost like a morgue. It could be, for all you know. The doors are wide open, but the interiors are too dark to see into. There’s a glass double door in front of you as well, the glass shattered, but your light is too weak to shine further in. Man, this place is creepy.

The silence down here is still absolute, only broken by the sound of the water lapping against your legs as you walk forward. You bend down to open a desk. Rusted shut.

fester

What was that? Did you hear something? You shine your torch forward, but don’t see anything. Just the water rippling away from you.

visitor…

You pull up your gun and peer uncertainly into the darkness.

>Is… is someone there?

Roll 1d100. Bo3. Good luck.

>>5519220

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>5519220

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>5519220
Did we fuck up?

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>5519220

>>5519269
heh we fucked it up.

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>>5519269
I did not begin writing this encounter with the expectation that you'd win, let alone get a minor crit. Sigh. Update in a couple hours.

>>5519342
kek. Get dabbed on.

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>>5519342
Your lovingly crafted bad end, all gone to waste?
Ah well, you don't survive as a D-boy without some good luck

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>>5519342
Get
Dunked
On
Nerd

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>>5519262
>>5519269
>>5519276

You feel a prick at the back of your mind. Just a prick. You blink, and suddenly there’s some shadowy thing rising out of the water. You shine your light at it, but it’s as if it’s not really there, the torch illuminating nothing. It’s eyes glare at you, and once you see them, you’re lost.

The pain in your head is unbearable. You can feel it, as if it’s reaching in and scooping your brains out. All around you is black void and its red eyes as they burn into your soul.

yes

It sees you.

It sees everything you have done and will ever do.

You shouldn’t have come here. You should never have signed that damn paper. You should have died as was ordained. It’s examining everything. Picking your very being apart. Oh, it’s so ancient. So powerful. So hungry. It’s insatiable. Are you a meal?

no

You’re being locked away. Back to prison. No getting out this time. No helpful Foundation to offer you a way out. You belong to someone else now.

yes many plans

You’re not even worthy of being called a pawn. You’re less than that. You’re nothing. Nothing compared to this thing. It will use you, and you will be useful, and you will be discarded when you’re no longer needed. But first, you must take some things, some very useful things, and-

>No.

shudder

more pain

>NO. GET OUT!

You feel a burst of anger, and a panicked sensation as something withdraws from your mind. Images briefly flash, some trembling eraser, a sock made from metal, and some other things you don’t recognise before they’re gone. What’s more, you feel a tinge of fear, as if you’re not supposed to see these images. And something more…?

You open your eyes. The back of your head feels dull. You look up. That thing is staring at you, but it’s gaze doesn’t bother you anymore. You look it in its glowing red eyes. All you can feel is hatred for every inch of its being. Nobody messes with your head like that.

>FUCK YOU!

You fire off three shots at… whatever it is. They strike it, and it recoils and lets out a hiss before disappearing into the darkness of the room ahead. Goddamn that felt good.

Perk gained! Iron-Willed: +5 to resisting mental attacks.

>>5519444
You walk forward a little. There’s a patch of ice in the water where that thing was standing. You peer through the glass doorway and shine your torch in. Nothing there. The room ahead is some kind of locker room, but beyond that there seems to be another long corridor with several branching passages. You shine the light above the doorway and see a word, slightly faded with age. Containment.

That thing is gone, but you have a feeling that it’ll be back if you stay down here. Still, you’ve experienced what it can do now, and you feel it won’t be able to overcome you that easily. And you’re sure those things you saw are objects that you could take. And there’s something else as well? You still need to warn the team about those hostiles though, and you really doubt that you’ll find them on this level with that thing running about.

What will you do next?

>Continue exploring. You can beat that thing, and there’s stuff down here that could be useful. You’re not leaving empty handed.

>Get out of here. You’re not risking it. The team isn’t here, and whatever you grab can’t be worth getting your soul taken by that being. [Select which floor to go to]

>>5519446
>>Get out of here. You’re not risking it. The team isn’t here, and whatever you grab can’t be worth getting your soul taken by that being. [Select which floor to go to]

>Research

>>5519446
>Get out of here [Go to Floor B3]
It's unlikely there's anyone (human, at least) down here and we're just an old fart with a peashooter blundering around somewhere full of dangerous anomalous hostiles we've already had one close shave too many with. The shitfest down here is someone else's problem for later - if Simon & Co were looking for old records, I think the archives are most likely to be in with Storage.

>>5519446
>Get out of here. You’re not risking it. The team isn’t here, and whatever you grab can’t be worth getting your soul taken by that being. [Storage Floor]
Hell no, we won once and we were lucky. Lets not tempt fate and try to fight something that was so bad they had to lock it up all the way down here.
I admit, I am tempted to find those items, but even if we DO find them, and that's a big if, there's still no guarantee that thing won't come back, or that we will even be able to use the anomalous items!
They might need specific triggers, specific words to activate, the fact is this: there are simply too many unknowns for venturing deeper to be profitable.
So lets head up to get away from this thing and warn the others too, that is, if they haven't already been exposed to this creatures mind control...

In that case, maybe we should be cautious if we DO find someone, maybe there's more than one reason they aren't responding to their comms...

I'd also like to note that we're on the clock here. When Jack took off, he said we'd probably have a few minutes. I think it's been a few minutes since then, so unless Jack pulled a Rambo we're going to have company very soon. We don't have time for gallivanting around looking for loot.

>>5519446
>Get out of here. You’re not risking it. The team isn’t here, and whatever you grab can’t be worth getting your soul taken by that being. [B3]

>>5519446
>Get out of here. You’re not risking it. The team isn’t here, and whatever you grab can’t be worth getting your soul taken by that being. [Select which floor to go to]
>Storage
Our curiosity has been satiated, time to go into storage (where our gang might be at) and get some work done.
Thankfully, we can now warn our bros or fool those snake boys into running into an SCP.
Captcha: MVP

>>5519446
>Get out of here. You’re not risking it. The team isn’t here, and whatever you grab can’t be worth getting your soul taken by that being. B3, Storage.

It’s more likely the items are on the other floors anyway since it doesn’t seem to reach there.

Maybe the eraser is what was used to remove the name of the floor. Maybe whatever is struck out tries to get purged from the universe. The more it strikes out references to something, the more thoroughly it gets wrecked. A last-ditch effort to kill whatever this thing is in exchange for whatever was down here.

>>5519446
>Continue exploring. You can beat that thing, and there’s stuff down here that could be useful. You’re not leaving empty handed.

>>5519446
>>Get out of here. You’re not risking it. The team isn’t here, and whatever you grab can’t be worth getting your soul taken by that being. [Select which floor to go to]

Research

>>5519480
Yeah, we need to hurry. I feel like if we don't find them soon, our best bet is to just leave the building entirely and help out. Maybe fire a bullet outside all the rooms and shout in the building for them and tell them what the fuck's going on.
>>5519545
+1

>>5519446
>Continue exploring. You can beat that thing, and there’s stuff down here that could be useful. You’re not leaving empty handed.

just to be a contrarian

>>5519456
>>5519457
>>5519461
>>5519523
>>5519545
>>5519546
>>5519921

You decide to get the hell out. No way are you having that thing in your head again. You make a hasty retreat, looking over your shoulder every few minutes to make sure it doesn’t appear again. Thankfully it doesn’t. You rush up the stairs and practically leap out onto the third level, storage. Jesus you hope that thing can’t leave level 4. Now all you have to do is find the team. They’ve got to be on one of these levels, so you might as well start here.

You turn your flashlight back on and start wandering the halls. There’s a lot more shelves around on this level, mostly cardboard boxes full of who knows what. Dead silence too, other than your own footsteps and breathing. You’re starting to wonder if the team is down here and whether you should try yelling into the darkness when a blinding light is suddenly shining in your face.

“HALT.”

You raise your arm to block out the light. Who-

“Oh, it’s just Daniel. What’re you doing here?”

It’s Jenny, and she’s lowering the rifle she was just aiming at you a second before. Glad she’s not trigger happy. As you walk towards the doorway she’s standing in you hear footsteps behind you and turn to see Kei walking out from a doorway. Guess they must be pulling security.

“Jenny, Kei! Jack sent me from up top, there was a squad of guys in the diner I went to and it sounded like they were going to raid this place!”

“Shit.” Jenny motions to you. “You better come inside and tell Agent Simon.”

>>5520780
The room they’re in is a small office, and bending over a desk with papers strewn over it is Isaac and Agent Simon. They’re rapidly bundling several papers into a briefcase, and there’s boxes lying around the room with more files and papers in them. It must be the documents everyone’s after. Jenny steps forward.

“Agent Simon. I’ve got Daniel here, apparently we have hostiles after the file.”

“I see.” He turns around to face you. “How many?”

>Ten, uh, sir. Jack stayed behind to ambush them before they got here.

“That’s an issue.” Simon turns to say something to Isaac as you continue speaking.

>It took me a while to find you though, so I don’t know how long we have. I went down to Level-4 and fought some shadow thing-

Simon’s head snaps back to you. “YOU WHAT?”

>- and managed to beat it off, so I came up here.

Isaac looks impressed. “That’s pretty good work.”

“No, no, shut up, shut up! You went down to the containment level?”

>Uh, yes.

“And you encountered a shadowy being with red eyes that tried to take control of your mind?”

>Yes, wait, how did you-

Agent Simon cleanly pulls his pistol out and points it straight at your head.

“Everybody back!”

Okay. Talk about shooting the messenger.

Isaac moves in front of Simon but not enough to block the shot.

“What are you doing?”

Agent Simon speaks in a deadly calm voice. “He could be possessed.”

“By what?” Isaac practically yells.

Simon remains silent.

>>5520782
>Uh, can I speak?

Simon glares at you, but doesn’t shoot, so you take that as a yes.

>If I were possessed, would I admit that I went down to the containment level? If this thing didn’t want you to find out about it, it wouldn’t let you be suspicious, right?

You see Isaac glance at you then back at Simon. He glares at you a moment, before lowering his gun.

“You are dead the instant you act out of line. And where did you get that pistol?”

>Uh, Jack gave it to me.

Simon’s answer is a raised eyebrow. At this point Kei walks up to him. “Simon, what the fuck is going on? Why is there a containment level in this building with uncontained anomalies? Why is there even a facility down here? And what’s with the building acronym? The only facility we’re supposed to have out here is Site-21.”

“There are worse things below. This containment facility does not and never has existed for a reason. That’s all I’ll say on the matter. So we need to get moving, take these documents out of here. And stay alert for those hostiles.”

With that you all move out, heading toward the stairwell. Kei is right, what the hell IS going on down here? Not like Simon is going to tell you. You’re about to pass the Research level when Isaac, who’s on point, halts suddenly, pointing his rifle at the edge of the stairs. He leans out and opens fire.

“They’ve got the stairs!”

Agent Simon, calm as ever, orders everyone to move into the Research level. Looks like you’re giving them a fight. You all rush out while Isaac covers you. This level has a lot of rooms with all sorts of lab equipment in varying states of deterioration. Everyone moves into cover, guns pointed at the entrance to the stairs while Isaac rushes out. There’s no way those guys can get past 5 guns pointed at a kill zone, and they have to go through you and the team if they want those documents.

You’re wondering about what’s going to happen when something rolls down the stairs and pops into a smoke cloud. Hell. You duck into cover as a hail of bullets bursts through the smoke, hitting a glass jar on a shelf behind you that explodes in a silent flash of light, leaving nothing behind. You glance at a sign above a row of shelves next to you. UNSTABLE ELEMENTS. Great.

What will you do?

>Stay in cover. You can’t do anything in this fight. Let the team handle it.

>Fire at anything that moves, with what bullets you have. You’ll expose yourself to getting shot though.

>Find something in the lab to throw at whoever comes. Just hope you don’t trip.

>(Write in)

>>5520783
>Find something in the lab to throw at whoever comes. Just hope you don’t trip.
RANDOM BULLSHIT GO

>>5520783
>Find something in the lab to throw at whoever comes. Just hope you don’t trip.

Simon is going to hate us.

>>5520783
>Find something in the lab to throw at whoever comes. Just hope you don’t trip.
Safety squints engaged

>>5520783
>Find something in the lab to throw at whoever comes. Just hope you don’t trip.
>They should have some of those symbols for chemical warnings, right? See if you can find one that looks like an explosion.

>>5520808
>>5520832
>>5520877
>>5520959
Roll 2d100, first is for finding and throwing something, second is not getting shot when you throw it. Bo3. DC for first roll 60/80. DC for second coming up.

Rolled 68, 57, 33, 45, 21, 20, 71, 10 = 325 (8d100)

>>5520783
An unimportant roll.

Rolled 20, 85, 44 = 149 (3d100)

>>5521602
Another unimportant roll.

Rolled 72, 92 = 164 (2d100)

>>5521601

Rolled 80 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>5521605
Last roll.

>>5521609
Should we be worried?

Rolled 72, 95 = 167 (2d100)

>>5521601
HMRMRMRMMR

Rolled 82, 68 = 150 (2d100)

>>5521601
He seems to be only rolling eight dice for the enemy instead of ten, so it seems Jack managed to bag a couple. I hope he's all right but, it he snuffed it, such is life in the MTF.

>>5521611
Agent Simon's been around the block

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>>5521607
>>5521617
>>5521624

The gunfire is deafening. You risk poking your head out and see shapes in the smoke illuminated by rapid muzzle flashes as they advance on your positions. You can’t tell how many there are, but there’s more than you, that’s for certain. Shit, you have to do something to help out. You can’t cower in fear, and your gun probably isn’t going to do much either. The rest of the team is fighting for all they’re worth, and as you watch, Agent Simon steps out from behind a thick shelf, raises his pistol to fire a single shot at someone who immediately falls over, and then steps back in.

Your eyes wander over to the UNSTABLE ELEMENTS shelves. The shelf that disappeared suddenly comes to your mind. This is a stupid idea. A very, very stupid idea. You glance back at the fight. Kei leans out to shoot but falls back, shouting in pain as he scrambles behind a desk. You have to go for it.

You jump up and sprint towards the shelves, sliding down as you get close. So far so good. Nobody’s taken a shot at you. The shelf you’ve arrived at is full of jars and boxes, labelled with faded letters that have long been made unreadable. Hopefully this stuff won’t kill you just by moving it. You pick a jar at random, one filled a dark liquid and what looks like small rocks inside it. You turn to look at the fight and see Jenny step out, calmly fire off a burst at one of the enemy operatives, downing him, before swiftly moving back into cover. The enemy has moved out of the smoke now, and it’s definitely the guys you saw at the diner. You heft the jar before looking back at the fight.

>Hope this works.

You begin running straight at them, got to get close and make sure you throw this right. You notice Isaac firing off a few shots out the corner of your eye, but none seem to connect. One or two of the guys in front seem to notice you getting closer, and the next thing you hear is bullets whizzing around your head.

Shit.

You make a leap to the right, lean low, and sprint as hard as you can. The bullets continue heading your way, but nothing even gets close to hitting you.

Perk Gained! Moving Target: + 5 to dodging attacks while sprinting.

You run past Agent Simon, whose eyes widen when he sees what you’re holding.

“No! What are you doing!?”

You ignore him and throw for all your worth.

Roll 1d100 for damage. Bo3.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>5521798
KABOOM BABY!

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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>5521798

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>5521798

>>5521806
Hope that's enough because the other two rolls are... not great

>>5521802
>>5521806
>>5521825

The jar falls between two of the hostiles and shatters, splashing liquid on the two of them. Small stones roll out of it all over the place, starting to disintegrate in the air. They glance at it, before turning their guns to you.

Oh shit.

As you brace yourself for what’s coming, you hear a hissing sound, and notice with horror that their skin is starting to bubble as they start pawing at their faces. You back away slowly as they start screaming while their skin is rapidly melting from their bodies, sticking to their fingers as they try to claw it off. Even their comrades and the rest of your team pause to watch, terrified, as the two men sink into the ground, their voices gurgling away into a horrid rattle as their equipment drops around them. All that’s left after only a few moments is a pile of military equipment and two very ugly looking puddles.

“Oh Jesus.” You hear one of them mutter.

You hear Simon hiss at you from somewhere to your rear. “Get back!” You don’t need to be told twice. You move back into cover as the firefight erupts once again.

You can very clearly see now that there’s only four of them left, and with your numbers about even they realise that retrieving the file is going to be a lot more difficult than they thought. They start to pull back, emptying their mags at you while screaming curses and swearing their revenge at you for their lost comrades. Jesus, you hope you don’t have to see a sight like that again.

“Don’t let them get away!” You hear Simon shout. Never makes things easy that one.

What will you do now?

>Get into cover. Simon and the team can handle it from here.

>Pull out your gun and shoot these guys. You need to make sure they don’t escape.

>Taunt them. Should be easy enough. Though after that, they’re probably not in the mood to be taking any prisoners.

>(Write in)

Rolled 64, 94, 84, 46 = 288 (4d100)

>>5522010
Let's see how these guys are faring after witnessing such a horror.

Rolled 1, 28 = 29 (2d100)

>>5522011
Your team attempts to stop them.

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Rolled 96 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>5522012
Uh oh. Let's see if Agent Simon has better luck.

>>5522010
>>Pull out your gun and shoot these guys. You need to make sure they don’t escape.

>>5522014
Man, Agent Simon Cowell may be an asshole; but my god, he can kick ass.

>>5522010
>Get into cover. Simon and the team can handle it from here.
I think we've done just as much as can be expected of us at this point.

>>5522010
>Pull out your gun and shoot these guys. You need to make sure they don’t escape.
We still have no combat training, mind you. Now the situation is no longer desperate, we should remove ourselves before we hurt us or someone else.
I wonder who these chumps were. They're involved with the Serpent's Hand by the sound of it, but seem to be hired muscle of some kind?

>>5522058
>Get into cover. Simon and the team can handle it from here.
Uh, shit. I copied the wrong option there.

>>5522010
>Good blood for magic
>Survived fight with flesh monster
>Wandered future devastated labyrinth, got chased, escaped the maze
>Chatted with an enemy raid group, cool as cucumber
>Resisted possession
>Ran through a firefight>Didn’t die after grabbing random chemicals and throwing them
I feel like we’re an SCP and The Foundation just hasn’t clued into it yet. They’ll be dissecting us eventually to see if they can recreate whatever anomalous properties allowed us to survive this long.

>Get into cover. Simon and the team can handle it from here.
Though if that 1 or 28 causes someone to get nearly pasted in a bad position,
>Prepare to pull any injured back into cover. Not the first time you dragged wounded through a firefight.

>>5522010
>>5522101
Support.

>>5522024
Isaac was right, he gets shit done. Funny thing is, based on the rolls that just happened for our team, we're probably the 2nd most competent ones here. Found out about an enemy team that was here, managed to keep cover and warn the others in time, resisted possession by an unknown SCP (granted, a situation caused by our own recklessness), and killed two enemies via intelligent (and lucky) use of the environment.

I'm tempted to pull out our gun and shoot just to see how Simon would react if we roll high and end up being an expert marksman too.

>>5522010
>Pull out your gun and shoot these guys. You need to make sure they don’t escape.
EAT SHIT

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>>5522010
>Pull out your gun and shoot these guys. You need to make sure they don’t escape
Not so fast, buckeroo.

>>5522010
>Pull out your gun and shoot these guys. You need to make sure they don’t escape
Bodies on top of bodies

>>5522010
>Gun em down
Gotta help our team after that 1

>>5522840
>>5522248
>>5522230
>>5522176
>>5522020

Alright, trying to help out by shooting these guys wins. Roll me 2d100.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>5522903
so anyways, I started blasting

>>5522903
Bo3.

Rolled 63, 22 = 85 (2d100)

>>5522903

Rolled 12, 93 = 105 (2d100)

>>5522903

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>5522903
Forgot my second roll

63 and 93. Not bad, not bad.

Rolled 87, 21 = 108 (2d100)

>>5522903
Have some moral support, even if enough rolls were made.

>>5522907
>>5522909
>>5522910
>>5522913

The four remaining enemy agents are slowly retreating, getting closer to the stairwell. They’re well disciplined, but after losing more than half their team and witnessing the effects of the jar you threw something’s got to give. Sure enough, one of them makes a break for it, sprinting for the stairwell and leaving his comrades behind. Seeing a chance, Jenny and Isaac begin aggressively pushing, trying to increase the pressure and perhaps cut them off. It’s a good plan that would probably work, but things go horribly wrong when a burst of gunfire hits a shelf next to Jenny, and it explodes.

You’re momentarily blinded as a fireball illuminates the scene, completely engulfing Jenny before you see her fly across the room, impacting a shelf hard before hitting the ground and lying still.

“Jenny!” You hear Isaac yell. Kei pokes his head up a moment before ducking it as bullets impact the desks around him. These guys can still put up a fight, even after everything that’s happened to them.

Agent Simon meanwhile is completely unperturbed by the situation. Calmly aiming his pistol, he fires at the retreating figures, downing one and hitting another in the leg, who manages to keep on limping towards the exit.

Following his example, you take aim at another of the hostiles and empty your pistol at him. You clip him in the shoulder, and he stumbles, but continues moving to the stairwell. You duck back into cover as bullets impact around you.

>>5523473

Eventually the firing stops as they make their retreat up the stairwell. You stand up as Isaac and Kei rush to Jenny, kneeling down and lifting her upright. You run up too, while Agent Simon calmly walks over to the scene.

It doesn’t look good. She’s still breathing, but she’s badly burned, and her leg doesn’t look like it should bend that way, nor her arm. There’s a lot of blood starting to pool on the floor around her too, and her coughs are clearly being made with effort. Isaac is handing Kei bandages and needles from his vest, practically pulling out everything that isn’t a mag; while Kei is frantically applying all sorts of medical pieces to Jenny, even while he’s suffering from a wound in his shoulder.

You hear Agent Simon’s voice from behind you.

“Isaac, D-8, you’re with me. We’re hunting the rest of them down. D-8 can grab Jenny’s rifle. Kei, you stay here to treat Jenny.”

Isaac turns to look at Simon. “They’re already gone! And Jenny…”

“Two of them have been injured. We will be able to take them.”

Kei takes his attention from Jenny to address Simon.

“I can’t help her own my own. Agent Simon, she’s critically injured, she’s needs urgent-

“I know that. I’ll trust you’ll do your best. Isaac, D-8, let’s go.”

What will you do?

>Go with Agent Simon and Jack. Those bastards aren’t getting away.

>Stay with Kei to help Jenny. You’re not going to let Simon boss you around, not when it could save Jenny’s life.

>Try to convince Simon to let you all stay. Maybe if he sees that the entire team is against it, he’ll relent.

>(Write in.)

>>5523477
>Stay with Kei to help Jenny. You’re not going to let Simon boss you around, not when it could save Jenny’s life.

>>5523477
>Go with Agent Simon and Jack. Those bastards aren’t getting away

>>5523477
>Go with Agent Simon and Jack. Those bastards aren’t getting away.
I don't like it or Simon but the fact of the matter I'd what do we know about first aid?

>>5523477
>>Go with Agent Simon and Jack. Those bastards aren’t getting away.

>>5523477
>Go with Agent Simon and Jack. Those bastards aren’t getting away.

I think you meant go with Simon and Isaac cause Jack is above ground.

I propose that Isaac and Kei stay with Jenny so
she has better chances while we pursue them with Simon.

>>5523477
>Go with Agent Simon and Jack. Those bastards aren’t getting away.

>>5523492
I don't know why I keep on getting these names mixed up, they're not even similar.

>>5523477
>Go with Agent Simon and Isaac. You still need to find Jack too.
Two people here, three people out in case we find Jack and need to split again so everyone has a buddy. I hope he managed to stay hidden after his attack.

>>5523492
+1. Could phrase it something like this.
>Sir, if I may? 2 of us should be fine, 3 if Jack is alive. If Jenny's death is avoidable, Isaac staying should be fine.
Phrasing it as a suggestion is obviously the right play here, so hopefully it still works?

>>5523735
Oh yeah, and important thing to note, to suggest this while we're pursuing them, so we don't lose ground saying all this.

Update coming tomorrow, too tired to write an update right now.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>5523484
>>5523485
>>5523490
>>5523492
>>5523549
>>5523588

You follow Agent Simon’s command. Grabbing Jenny’s rifle, which you hope still works after that explosion, you, Isaac, and Agent Simon head to the stairwell. Isaac’s on point, with yourself and Agent Simon following. Before you go up, Isaac grabs a mag from his vest and chucks it to you.

“Here. Just in case.”

You nod your thanks, and with that, you begin moving upwards; Isaac keeping his gun pointed forward as he rounds every corner. There’s only three of them, and they’re injured, but these guys have shown they can put up a fight. You follow a trail of blood, which passes through Administration and up the stairway from the entrance in the basement. Cautiously, Isaac moves up, clearing the basement before telling you it’s safe. You and Agent Simon climb up to Isaac, who’s waiting at the stairway to the ground floor.

>Won’t they have got away by now?

You hear Agent Simon’s voice from behind you. “No. Keep in mind how much they’re bleeding. They need to dress those wounds, and fast. And even then they’ll be too injured to get far, not in this weather. If Jack has done his job, as I expect he has, they won’t be able to drive away so easily either. We’ll get them.”

“Cornered animals are always the most dangerous.” Isaac says. “This won’t be any easier.”

Agent Simon nods. “Of course.”

“We still don’t even know who these guys are.” Isaac continues. “Professionals, obviously, but who? Maybe-

“We shouldn’t speculate. Leave that for later.” Simon makes an unsubtle nod in your direction. Gee, thanks. He really does follow the rules to a T. It’s not as if you’re going to tell anyone you shouldn’t, and the other D-boys probably know about most of the groups out there already. You shake your head as you begin moving again, following the drops of blood up the stairs and into the building.

The trail leads to a room labelled “Work floor”. This must be the actual city planning part of Stefan City Planning. So far, the trail’s been going through the corridors, but this will be the first open room you three will enter. Perfect for an ambush. It’s a large, two-storey room, with a balcony overlooking the room on the second level. There’s desks and large cabinets everywhere. You don’t see or hear any sight of them. The room is deathly quiet, and you all keep your guns raised for a quick confrontation.

Suddenly, you see flashes, and hear the loud burst of gunfire, headed right for you.

Roll 1d100 to dodge. Bo3.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>5525713
No dodge addition here?

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>5525713
>Does several summersaults and backflips to avoid the bullets.

>>5525720
Only while sprinting. I'll put all your character traits and a few extra things in a pastebin at the end of this phase.

Rolled 7, 42 = 49 (2d100)

>>5525713
Forgot Isaac and Simon's roll.

>>5525726
Man, it’s just not the team’s day.

I wonder if it’ll become a trend where every mission a teammate gets taken out.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>5525713
jobbers, jobbers everywhere

>>5525726
Lmao, we dodged the best out of three people.
One of which is a highly trained captain, and the other is an elite special agent.

How do D-Boys consistently make everyone else look like jobbers?
Are some kind anomalous SCP?

>>5525779
Being a D-boy is a very Darwinian experience. You don't survive unless you're hot shit.

>>5525720
>>5525721
>>5525734

You make a jump for a desk in front of you, while Agent Simon and Isaac leap to the ground. Agent Simon manages to crawl up to get behind a nearby shelf, but Isaac takes some hits and desperately drags himself behind a desk while bullets land all round him. You peer over, and it looks bad. He’s been hit in the leg, and as you watch him pull out what little medical equipment he still has left you notice a dark patch in his side that’s getting bigger with each passing moment. Shit. He’s downed some pills and is applying bandages to himself, but it looks like he’s immediately out of the fight. There’s still three of them left and you haven’t been able to shoot back.

You look over to Agent Simon and see that he’s completely calm as the gunfire rages. He’s squatting next to a shelf, patiently waiting the opportunity to step out and take a shot. Goddamn, that man is focused. The only problem with his plan is that the gunfire doesn’t seem to be relenting, they’re making sure that there’s a constant rate of fire hitting your positions, effectively suppressing you.

There’s gunfire falling all around you as well, but the desk is either too thick for bullets to get through or they don’t have an eye on your position. You hope it’s both. As you peek your head around the corner to get the location of the enemy you see that there’s two upstairs, pouring fire down on you from higher ground, and one is behind a pillar on your floor, keeping you from moving closer.

The situation is desperate, and at any moment the guys upstairs could change positions and flank you, rendering cover pointless. But at least two of them are injured, probably hurting their aim or ability to move, and you and Agent Simon are unscathed. What will you do?

>Run over to Isaac and help him. You need his extra firepower.

>Fire back. If you can even the odds, it’ll become a lot easier.

>Try to flank around the guy on this level. Once he’s gone you can focus on the upstairs.

>Make a run for the second level. Risky, but it’ll mean that they can’t suppress you so easily.

>>5525833
Write ins are also, as always, accepted.

>>5525833
>Make a run for the second level. Risky, but it’ll mean that they can’t suppress you so easily.

D-Boy approaching at rapid speeds!

>>5525833
>Write in: Shout something to the effect of "FLASHBANG OUT!" and start suppressing the upper level.

Hopefully they fall for it and it lets us get a hold of the momentum. Worst case at least we're in the fight.

>>5525833
>Make a run for the second level. Risky, but it’ll mean that they can’t suppress you so easily

>>5525833
>Make a run for the second level. Risky, but it’ll mean that they can’t suppress you so easily

>>5525833
>Try to flank around the guy on this level. Once he’s gone you can focus on the upstairs.
>Write in: Shout something to the effect of "FLASHBANG OUT!" and start suppressing the upper level.
The guy who isn’t up the steps is probably an injured one since he got picked to stay on our level. Charging him will be easier.

Flashbang write-in might buy us that precious half-second to get out of cover and start moving. That’s good enough.

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>>5525833
>Fire back. If you can even the odds, it’ll become a lot easier.
Are you all trying to get us killed?
We got lucky with the SCP, don't tempt death again. At least not so easily.

Also, if we do end up making a run for it, I agree we do the "flashbang" idea.

>>5525839
>>5525842
>>5525844
Supporting

Worst case we draw fire off of Simon's position, which isn't bad either

>>5525833
>Fire back. If you can even the odds, it’ll become a lot easier.

>>5525856
We may as well “flashbang” in any case. If we can find something to chuck over cover, we can use that chance to pop up and return fire like anon suggested. We just need a break in their suppression fire to start turning it back around on them.

>>5525844
Adding on to support the "FLASHBANG OUT" write in. Throw something random to help sell the illusion

>>5526051
Y’know, we may not even need to say FLASHBANG. We taught them to fear randomly-thrown objects not that long ago.

A shame we didn’t grab an empty beaker before we left. They’d REALLY respond to that.

>>5526062
Maybe we should yell "BEAKER OUT" instead of flashbang then. lol

>>5526073
Know what, I’ll back this. That’s the sort of shit that we’d be yelling at our team for since it’s clearly not SOP in a firefight.

>>5525852
+1

Rolled 37, 69, 19, 26, 56, 2 = 209 (6d100)

Alright, give me 2d100+5 to make it to the second level and scare them with a fake flashbang. DC is this post's roll.

>>5526525
Bo3.

Rolled 10, 2 = 12 (2d100)

>>5526525
uhh

Rolled 22 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>5526525
Agent Simon's roll. Also, the first two of those enemy rolls should have a -5 due to injury.

Rolled 29, 30 + 5 = 64 (2d100 + 5)

>>5526526
brick out

Rolled 67, 70 + 5 = 142 (2d100 + 5)

>>5526525

>>5526559
Our savior.

>>5526559
We’re so freaking cool

>>5526528
>>5526533
>>5526559

You make a break for it. Across the room, ducking from desk to desk, to the stairs to the second level. Noticing your move all three of them open up, firing rapid bursts that are sure to hit you. There’s bullets flying all around you, and you feel the impact of small wooden splinters hit you as you move, but no bullet finds its mark. You get to the stairs completely unscathed, and out of their line of sight. Damn, that was close. You turn to check how Isaac and Simon are doing.

Isaac’s still crouching behind some cover, applying bandages to his wounds and grimacing at every movement he takes. Meanwhile Agent Simon, seeing his chance, calmly steps out from behind his shelf, raises his pistol, and shoots one of the guys on top. There’s a strangled cry as he falls back. Someone shouts from up top.

“Fuck you! You goddamn bastards! You even know what you’re doing?”

Seems like they’re starting to lose it. You don’t blame them in all honesty, they’ve just been unlucky enough to get the short straw in life.

You take advantage of the situation and run up the stairs, two at a time. You reach the top and quickly jump into cover behind a pillar as it starts getting pounded by gunfire, small bits of concrete flying everywhere. You might be in a tight spot if there were still two guys up here, but now there’s only one, and he needs to reload eventually.

Eventually, the gunfire stops, and you take your chance.

>Flashbang out!

You throw a particularly large piece of debris that’s been shot off your pillar at the guy on the other side of the balcony. He falls for it, and ducks as you rapidly move forward, keeping your rifle aimed at his area. When nothing happens, he pokes his head up before ducking it again as a burst from you keeps him down. Oh how the tables have turned. You’re not sure where Agent Simon is, but he should be able to handle that other guy on his own. What will you do with this guy?

>Shoot him. End it now.

>Try to take him prisoner. Could be useful. Dangerous if he tries something though.

>(Write in)

>>5526959
>Shoot him. End it now.

>>5526959
>Shoot him. End it now.
We have already done WAY more than enough than a D-Class is supposed to. Our luck supply can only hold so much. Just blow his brains out and move on.

>>5526959
>>Shoot him. End it now.
We're not exactly trained to properly take a prisoner anyhow,

>>5526959
>Try to take him prisoner. Could be useful. Dangerous if he tries something though.

>>5526959
>>Try to take him prisoner. Could be useful. Dangerous if he tries something though.

>>5526959
>Shoot him. End it now.
These goons barely even know who their boss is, let alone any useful Hand intel

>>5526959
>Shoot him. End it now.
Pop pop watchin Ops drop

>>5526959

>Try to take him prisoner. Could be useful. Dangerous if he tries something though.
>Beat the shit out of him

>>5526959
>Shoot him. End it now.
Agent Simon can take his guy captive if he wants. No risks with our guy.

Damn, so how many guys did we kill, was it 3 in total and injured a fourth, out of a total of 8 guys? which was 10 but 2 were killed before they came to us.

We basically did 30% of the work if you count the 10.
Or 37.5/38% if you count the 8.

>>5526959
>>Shoot him. End it now.
blast the fucker

Ghetto blast him

>>5527241
>Tyrese, give these niggas a volley

>>5526959
>Shoot him. End it now.
We have two known injured, possibly three. If we take him prisoner, that’s up to three injured and one hostile to cart around with three healthy people. I can’t justify that math.

>>5527256
(you) for a man of /k/ulture

>>5526959
>>Shoot him. End it now.

Rolled 11 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

Rolling for Agent Simon taking care of the last guy.

>Shoot him. End it now.

You slowly walk up, your gun remaining pointed on his position. Eventually you round the corner to find him crouching in cover, his eyes widening as he sees you and the barrel of the gun. He’s so shocked he doesn’t even raise his own weapon. You line up the rifle, and pull the trigger. Bullets go tearing through the man, and he spasms quickly before remaining still. A pool of blood quickly forms around the body. You’re left panting, the smoke from the end of your rifle lazily drifting upwards as silence suddenly descends upon the room. You collapse against a pillar and try to catch your breath.

There’s a single bang from downstairs. Guess Agent Simon took care of the last guy.

You hear steps coming up the stairway. You turn your head as Agent Simon walks over and surveys your work. He nods, and turns to you.

“I’m impressed. You’ve handled yourself well, D-8. I count three kills. Seems like some D-Class do have their uses.”

At this moment Isaac manages to limp up the stairs. He’s removed his vest, and there’s thick bandages wrapped around his chest and one of his legs, with red bleeding through a little, but he can obviously still stand and move, so you guess he’s not too bad. Exhausted, but alive.

“Good work, Daniel.” He nods to you as he limps to the body of the guy you shot. “Now who the fuck are these guys?”

He gasps painfully as he kneels down next to it. Man, you’ve dodged far too many bullets tonight to be comfortable. You’re lucky you didn’t even once get riddled with bullets. You shake your head. Too damn lucky.

>>5528459
Still, you’re learning more about this strange world of The Foundation and the anomalies it contains. Plus the other groups out there that want to get their hands on these anomalies. You wonder who these guys might be. There’s scarier things than humans out there though. The thought of the thing in the basement makes your skin crawl, and you’re sure it’s not the only horror lurking in the dark places.

You look over at the body that Isaac’s turning over. Seems like some kind of special forces guy or something. Well built, black coverall, military vest with mags and other equipment in it, the kinda guy you see on TV. Can’t really tell much other than that.

Isaac’s examination of the body is cut short as he rips off something from its shoulder and holds it up to Agent Simon. It’s a patch, some kind of green triangle.

“What’s this? I’ve never seen this symbol before. Doesn’t match any GoI I know of. You recognise it Agent Simon?”

Simon reaches over to take the patch from Isaac and looks at it.

“Oh, not these fucking mercs. I’m going to have to make some calls when we get back to base. These fools shouldn’t be getting anywhere close to a Foundation op. Even if they did get hired by those damned hippies.”

“Who are they? They don’t look like CI or any of the usuals.”

Agent Simon shoots you a glance before replying to Isaac.

“They’re not CI. Someone else. But I’m unable to talk about it in present company.”

More secrets. Those are getting kinda annoying. Not like you’ll ever get the chance to mouth off at someone outside the Foundation. At least you don’t think so. Then again, it’s not like you expected them to tell you everything.

Agent Simon continues speaking. “Now for the cleanup. I expected this to go smoother and without these difficulties, but the files have been acquired. Isaac, you’re to head outside to locate Jack, and contact Site-21 if he hasn’t already. We’ll need medevac for you at least, if not Jenny and Jack, plus cleanup crews here ASAP. And D-8. You will…

>Go outside to help Isaac look for Jack, and contact the Foundation.

>Head back downstairs to see what you can do for Kei and Jenny.

Approaching the end of this mission, next update will probably be the last. After that I'll write up a report and take a break for a few days. Been good fun anons, I hope you've enjoyed it!

>>5528464
>>Go outside to help Isaac look for Jack, and contact the Foundation.

Best not to let a wounded man be on his won. Simon can head back down and help Kei and Jenny.

>>5528464
>Go outside to help Isaac look for Jack, and contact the Foundation.
We have no medical training and would just be in the way. Though then again, I reckon there's a medical facility in this old Site somewhere.

>>5528464
>Go outside to help Isaac look for Jack, and contact the Foundation.

>>5528464
>Go outside to help Isaac look for Jack, and contact the Foundation.
Also, just because we have a moment and I’m willing to help even when it’s possible we’ll be shot.
>Tell Agent Simon about the objects you saw when the thing tried to possess you.
We saw an eraser, a sock, and felt like there should have been a third item. But we couldn’t see that. We felt the thing feared them, too. I’m guessing it was backwash, it wanted us to get some items but we kicked it out and made it recoil, so it shared what it feared instead of what it wanted. That’s just a theory though.

I’m sure we’re going to get something equivalent to a brain scan when we get back. Maybe even get some memories wiped. May as well make them count where we can.

>>5528464
>Go outside to help Isaac look for Jack, and contact the Foundation.
>Tell Agent Simon about the objects you saw when the thing tried to possess you.

>>5528464
>Did get hired by those damn hippies
I fucking hate GAW and AWCY? so tearing those fuckers down and gutting then sounds great
Maybe we could even get MC&D to help out, they have a grudge against them too yeah?

>>5528786
Supporting

>>5528464
>Head back downstairs to see what you can do for Kei and Jenny.

>>5528815
Planning ahead for when we eventually die and play as an agent instead?

>>5528464
>>Head back downstairs to see what you can do for Kei and Jenny.

>>5528938
Planning for when we as a D-boy invade their fucking commune with napalm and skips

Update coming tomorrow.

Too busy reading Conan stories, sorry.

>>5529981
We talkin OG? Cuz that's the good shit. You can really tell the author grew up in a goddamn hellscape.

>Go outside to help Isaac look for Jack, and contact the Foundation.

“Meanwhile,” Agent Simon continues, “I will be heading downstairs to help Kei and Jenny, if possible. I’ll probably be a while.”

As he turns to leave, you suddenly think you should tell him about your full experience in the basement.

>Hey, uh, Agent Simon?

“Yes?”

>I just thought I should mention, back when that thing downstairs tried to possess me, and I fought it off, I saw some stuff that I don’t think it wanted me to see. A uh, Eraser, a sock, and something else I couldn’t see. Think it was afraid of them. That useful at all?

He looks thoughtful for a moment. “So they’re still down there… And you saw these things, clearly? After facing down… the shadow thing?”

>Yeah, I did.

“Very interesting. Thank you for bringing that to my attention. It will be very useful.”

And with that, he heads deeper into the building, back to the underground facility. Kei and Jenny are still down there, along with that shadow thing.

Isaac beckons to you. “Come on, let’s go. I need someone to lean on after all that.”

You lift his arm over your shoulder and let him lean on you, as you go through the halls and out the building. It’s lighter now, and as you look to the horizon you see the glow of sunrise in the distance, the clouds starting to change from shades of grey to red and orange. Isaac pauses, and looks towards it.

“I’ll never get tired of that. In all my years on this job, there’s nothing that beats the sunrise after a difficult night. Makes everything worth it in the end.”

He coughs for a moment.

“Sorry. Getting sentimental here, must have lost too much blood. Come on, let’s look for Jack.”

You both start moving towards the front entrance, Isaac limping while leaning on you for support. The snow is falling around you, and it’s still cold, but you manage. As you get closer to road the first thing you see are the two black vans, riddled with bullets. Guess Jack must have done his job. The next thing you see is heavily armed and uniformed men moving about, about 15 or 20 of them, and lot more vans in the middle of the street. POLICE is stamped across the vehicles and several of the men, and as you walk closer one of them notices you and calls out.

>>5531753
“Hey! We got someone over here!”

Several of them immediately move closer, their guns drawn but not pointed at you. You’ve been on the receiving end of a rifle too many times today to feel comfortable with even that. As you and Isaac limp closer someone pushes through the crowd, yelling for them to drop their weapons.

It’s Jack, and he has his arm in a sling.

“Isaac! Daniel!”

He rushes forward to help you carry Isaac, yelling for the medics to come help. As people move around, yelling and returning to their positions, he leans in close and whispers to you both.

“We’re CIA. You two have been hunting Russian agents, trying to steal weapons blueprints from us. Best I could come up with. Keep it vague if they ask questions.”

Isaac nods. “Amnestics on standby?”

“Yep, got them in one of the cars. How’s the team?”

“That son of a bitch Simon is untouched, just like Daniel over here. Jenny got it bad though, and Kei got injured too. They’re still underground, but we got them all.”

“Underground?”

“Tell you about it later.”

You and Jack help Isaac to a waiting medical van, and the orderlies immediately pounce on him. He manages to wave them off though, refusing to leave until he sees the rest of the team comes out, choosing instead to sit on the back of the van. Jack offers him a packet of cigs, which he takes. Isaac lights up a smoke and takes a long, deep breath. He glances at you, grabs another one from Jack’s packet, and offers it to you.

“Want one? Think you’ve earned it.”

>Sure.

You take it, and let Jack light it for you.

“Just make sure to stub it out when Agent Simon gets back.”

>>5531754
You wait for several minutes as the police officers mull about. Jack prevented them from entering earlier, to ensure nobody managed to escape the building, and at Isaac’s advice he’s ordered them to stay put now, since the chance of someone wandering downstairs would be unfortunate. Isaac’s decided to let Agent Simon make the full report now the situation’s under control.

Eventually, two more figures emerge from the building, carrying Jenny in a makeshift stretcher between them. Jack’s minion police officers rush forward to help them, and soon enough Jenny is carried to one of the waiting medical vans and whisked away to the nearest hospital. Isaac goes with her in the van, since his injuries need medical attention too. It’s just you, Kei, Jack, and Simon now.

“So, I am to understand that you are the ranking case officer on this mission?”

Seems like Jack decided to pull a little coup while Agent Simon was in the building.

“Uh, yes, sir. I thought it necessary to ensure full cooperation from the local authorities.”

Agent Simon sighs. “I suppose it was justified. At least you managed to handle yourself. Got two of them?”

“Yes, sir. Managed to ambush them as they arrived, eliminated two. Got a bullet in the arm for my trouble though. They didn’t pursue me, went straight for the building, which probably saved my life.”

Simon nods along to Jack’s story. “Managed to contact command?”

“Yes, sir. Gave them a basic rundown, but I didn’t know the full details, like the fact there was an entire facility down below.”

“No, you wouldn’t. Still, the files have been retrieved, and the opposing forces have been eliminated. A satisfactory result. I’ll radio in the full report. Now, am I able to tell these guys what to do, or do I have to get you to do that?”

“I think they defer to me, sir.”

At that Agent Simon lets out a sigh of defeat.

MISSION COMPLETE

And that's the end of your adventure into Site-[REDACTED][/SPOILER]!
For now

As always, please comment with any questions, criticism, things you liked, etc. I'll be taking a break for a week or two now, posting a quick incident report before returning to you back at Site-21. See you then.

>>5531065
Oh yes, nothing but Howard Conan will do. Brilliant stories every one of them.

>>5531766
It's always a pleasure QM.

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>>5531766
>messed up the spoiler

>>5531753
My write-in has probably killed some more people. But I take some cold comfort in that it’ll probably keep others from dying later when it would have inevitably escaped.

>>5531766
Questions: I’m sure you don’t want to spoil much from paths we didn’t take, but was anything on the other levels? Background knowledge, more dangerous things to interact with, the fireteam from up above?

When do we get the “lucky D-boy” moniker and kill our chances at surviving the next mission? That’s two (three if you count the orb, which I should given how many dead D-boys that resulted in) missions we’ve come back from alive, and untouched since the first. I don’t know what the survival rate is, but I assume most don’t make it past the first “dangerous” mission, much less when it’s their first mission overall as well.

Shadow creature from the SCP archives somewhere, or OC?

No real criticisms. I liked the description of the 4th floor. Same with the orb world btw.

>>5531785
I am also curious on these

>>5531785
There was other things to find on the other levels, mostly loot or background info on what exactly happened to make it abandoned, but if you had tarried too long or chosen the wrong floor twice in a row then you would have either been found by the Mercs or come across a firefight between your team and them.

Character reactions to your luck will happen back at base. Survival rate of D-boys depends on what they're getting sent into, though this version of the Foundation doesn't like wasting them. You still have been incredibly lucky so far and it's been more than a little frustrating for me. I don't like being generous and yet every time there's a chance for you to suffer you roll mini-crits. I am still salty over that basement escape
Then again, I guess there's no other way to survive as a D-boy.

The creature is OC.

Gotta admit I'm really enjoying the quest and doing my best not to get too attached to the character and our squad since we ARE a D-Class, appreciate you running it

From the files of the UNUSUAL INCIDENTS UNIT [UIU], FBI

CONFIDENTIAL

Investigation Report January 18th, 19—

Supervising Agent: Jack O’Donnell

Responding Agents: Vera Hayden, Thomas Ciello, Ben Williams

Agent Ciello’s Report

At precisely 0500 hours we received a call from The Skippers. [spoilers]I was in my motel room, watching the fan spinning lazily over my head, my six-shooter in my right hand and a stiff bottle of gin in the other. [Agent O’Donnell Note: Irrelevant. Also, no you weren’t, you were playing pool with me and Sarah in the break room. They told me [Agent’s O’Donnell, Hayden, AND Ciello] to head to a location in Stefan City, there’d been an “Incident”. We were supposed to be cleanup detail. An average case for the Unusual Incidents Unit. Incident. I don’t like that word. It’s too tame a sound, in my opinion. I prefer living on the edge, the smell of danger in my nose, and the comforting weight of my gun at my side.

[REST OF RECORD EXPUNGED]

Agent Ciello has been reprimanded and is currently writing a new report. Pretentious blowhard.

>>5538875

Agent Hayden’s Report

0500 hours the Skippers called. There had been a “clash” with some kind of Fireworks group, and they were requesting us for cleanup duty. Said their team were all too injured to deal with it themselves, though when we arrived I counted two healthy bodies. But that’s the Skippers for you, always keeping secrets without explaining why.

Eight dead bodies. Two [2] outside, six [8] inside. We were told that two [2] more had been dissolved on the second sub-floor, and to watch our step down there. Place was apparently some old Foundation base, and there were several levels below the ground floor. Built in 1945, long after the city had been “planned”. Regular city records from a few years later are missing. Wouldn’t tell us why they were raiding their own base, or why it was abandoned though. Typical Skippers.

The bodies of the operatives were identified as belonging to DELTA GREEN, some kind of government black-ops unit. Too classified for us to know about. I asked some contacts I know [Who?] [Not telling.] about them, apparently they’re just as much of a joke as we are. Didn’t bother asking any more.

We began setting it up as some kind of foiled espionage op, hope that doesn’t piss off whoever owns these Delta Green guys. Some Russians caught by the good old FBI or some weak excuse like that. Local police were friendly enough, local FBI was annoyed, as usual.

Member of the Can Collection approached us in the middle of it, asked if he could be permitted to poke around and help out, to which he was politely told to fuck off. No way are we letting those guys stick their noses anywhere near our op. Shifty bastard wanted something, but he can sneak around without our help. Kept on asking us if we had recovered anything, seen anything, blah blah. Told him no, repeatedly. We’re not reporting that one to the Skippers.

The Skippers did tell us there were some cans in the lowest basement, guarded by an “extremely dangerous” can man. Said we could have them if we wanted, and were dumb enough to go grab them.

Agent Ben Williams volunteered to explore the basement, to try and recover the anomalous items. As of writing he is spending an extended amount of leave in a psychiatric ward. Said there was more than just a “can man” down there too, before they took him away. I have the feeling that telling us about the cans was a subtle manipulation by the Skippers, but I can’t prove it.

Anyway, everything was cleaned up, bodies zipped and taken away, small column in the local newspaper, we come away empty handed, as usual. Apparently, there was also a break in the day after we left, probably the Can Collection guy. We’re not telling the Skippers about that one either.

Okay, report is done! I'll be resuming in a couple days, around Monday or Tuesday, I think. See you then!

Messed up the formatting, again. Goddamit.

>>5538878
Agent Hayden, you mentioned “anamolous” items. You’ll need to refile the report with the proper disguising gernacular. “Can” you do that agent?

I kid. At least it can be written off as one of the many mistakes agents make when filing reports. No one can be expected to perfectly self-censor after all. Not with the aid of some special cans.”

Were they sent down so the entity could attack the agent and the items could be safely retrieved as it had already “possessed” the other guy?

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>>5538878
>delta green
like, the group from the titular game?

>>5538878
But here's the most important question. Did we ever get to eat our borgar and was it still at least lukewarm?
also damn the UIUseless not sharing important information. I hope the Hand agent had their brain eaten by squiddy.

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>>5539101
The implication is that the Foundation let the UIU know about the loot in the basement to see if it was safe to venture down there, since you managed to come back in one piece. It was not safe.

>>5539141
Yes, I thought I'd throw them in. They won't be making too many appearances, just thought I'd use them as a non-anomalous antagonist whose deaths won't cause an incident with the other GoI's. They're slightly below the UIU in terms of respectability in this setting.

>>5539154
Yeah you got to ear your burger. It was cold, but food is food, especially when you've survived being shot at and mindrape. Agent Simon gave you permission to order more from the store anyway.

>>5540065
I read that as "You got your ear to your burger"

Also I'm pretty sure that next time we meet some UIU we can act like we aren't a convict

Location: Site-21, waiting room to Dr. Pierre C’s office, [REDACTED]

0900 hours, January 18th

You’ve been waiting in here for the past hour. You’re sitting in an ugly cream coloured room with equally ugly cream coloured furniture. The plastic chair you’re sitting on is somehow getting more uncomfortable the more you squirm. There’s a short coffee table in the middle of the room, without even a magazine to flip through, and chairs identical to yours line the walls, only interrupted by the two doors opposite each other. One leads out into the corridors of Site-21, the other is labelled Dr Pierre C.

You’ve been sent to the psychiatrist. Mandatory, Simon said. Though you’re damn certain none of the other members of your team are going through this. Just as you start thinking about walking out, Dr Pierre C.’s door opens, and who you presume is the man himself walks over.

“Greetings, Daniel. I hope you’re feeling well today? This is just a routine check-up, some simple questions before we send you to wherever you need to go next. Some people can be shocked by the violence they see out there, you know. That all sound okay?
You look at him blankly. The man’s young, almost too young you think. His brown hair is extremely messy, and if it weren’t for the fact he was cleanshaven and in an ugly cream turtleneck you’d almost think he was a hippie.

>I was in prison, doc.

“You never know!” He replies with a unnaturally cheerful smile. With that, he walks back into his office, and you get up and follow him. Cream coloured walls again. Great. He sits behind his desk and beckons you to sit in a chair in front of it. There’s nothing else in the room, not even filing cabinets, only a door on the wall opposite you.

You shrug and sit down on the chair. Dr Pierre C. slides a clipboard with a pen and sheet of paper on it across to you.

>Look, Doc, what the hell are these questions about?

“Just please answer the sheet and once you’re done you can go.”

You sigh and pick up the paper in front of you. It’s a short multiple choice questionnaire, with the most inane questions you’ve ever seen.

Pick a colour
>Blue
>Green
>Red

Pick a number between 1 and 10.
>Write in

Which do you value more?
>Money
>Knowledge
>Power

Would you help an injured animal?
>Yes
>No
Black or white?
>Black
>White
>Grey