12/12/2023 0 Comments Scp redacted imagesNash was trying to discern why they'd immediately gone to live fire. We're geared for recontainment, not combat! The guns aren't meant to be a first resort… The radio was buzzing with all three fireteams co-ordinating their attack. "What the hell?!" Each fireteam is equipped with non-lethals. The crack of gunshots in the distance interrupted that train of thought. Maybe the other squads will show up, and we'll tell them it's been taken care of. Maybe we're going to complete recontainment on our own, Nash was hopeful now. They were closing in on the objective, flushing it towards Fireteam-2. It hadn't taken long for the squad to zone in on their target. He got back in the truck and tried to focus on the radio chatter. What is it Reilly's always saying? "We don't make excuses, we produce results!" Bert was certain of it: they had to get that target right now. It's our job to put these monsters back in their cages ASAP. Every passing minute this thing is out of containment, the more trouble it could cause. Maybe it was working, because he began to relate with the sense of urgency that Braun must have felt when he made the decision. We couldn't afford to keep sitting and waiting, Nash reasoned to himself. He paced back and forth, taking deep breaths to try and calm his nerves. He got out of the truck to stretch his legs. The more he thought about it, the more he hated it all. And for what? Whatever this goddamned thing is that's made us come out here. Didn't any of them have objections to this plan? I'll bet all of us end up facing a review panel. He relaxed it and flexed away the tension. Damnit! This isn't my fault!īert was suddenly aware of his tighty clenched fist atop the steering wheel in front of him. It wasn't my call to move in without backup. Like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar, and their parents surely about to enter the kitchen. Instead of looking forward to headlights bouncing up the dirt road, he was nervous about their arrival. This was how things would go down, and he wasn't in a position to stop it.įeeling antsy had grown to feeling anxious for Nash. Despite his aversion to this course of action, Bert dutifully confirmed that everyone was reading loud and clear. At 02:21, each of the fireteams sounded off for final comms checks before embarking. I don't think we should act before they arrive…" Braun didn't respond to that, but Nash figured he couldn't have steered him off the idea anyway.įor the next ten minutes Nash sat in hope of the remaining force's arrival, to no avail. If they aren't here in ten, we're going without them." And asking me every two minutes isn't going to hurry them up any. "Is the rest of the force on-scene?" the sergeant barked impatiently. Nash took the mic from the dash and answered. The radio in the truck crackled to life as the squad leader hailed him. Braun was already well beyond that point. While Bert was beginning to feel a bit restless, Sgt. But there he was, alone on radio control duty. The nearest civilian presence is just a small town miles down the highway, and the backup isn't going to need directions to find the guys at the first junction in. Sergeant Braun, the Squad Leader, had stayed with the fireteams at the staging area, while Nash drove back to "cover" the only viable access route. Nash sat alone in the vehicle, parked near the beginning of the unpaved road that wound its way uphill into the forest. In the meantime swift action was called for, and Bert's squad had been deployed first.Ī perimeter was established, and they were awaiting the arrival of Squads -2 and -3 before moving inward. Right now Captain Reilly, the MTF's commanding officer, would be tearing a strip off the Site staff and getting the declassified information needed to tackle the mission without fumbling blindly in the dark. But protocol dictated their immediate response. The initial briefing was more blackbox than text what little information that wasn't redacted was essentially useless. Someone on Site-38's security staff had made an error: adding the responding MTF to the recipients of the Site-wide general alert, rather than sending a seperate message with the uncensored files attached. And last he'd seen the rest of the guys, they seemed even more restless. But tonight, for some reason, he just wanted things to get going. It felt like he'd been waiting forever but it was only 02:10, barely an hour since the MTF had arrived on scene. īert Nash checked his watch, looked at the clock in the dashboard of the truck, then back to his watch. Experimentation suggests that it is effectively impossible to. ███████ coming into contact with SCP-████-1 become increasingly. This results in designated as SCP-████-1.
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