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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