Scp 045 Mga Nobela at Kwento

This place is pretty much an SCP Ikea, there's no end tomorrow unless I want there to be and if someone goes too far they can get stuck in another dimension. Jourton: (Jourton having seen a portal open in the closet he walks into it only to find himself standing on a cliff that appears to be overlooking some sort of military camp. Their emblem a Trident with the symbol of Ophiuchus spiraling down the shaft) Rokalees! I have to run! (Starting to turn around Jourton come face to face with the barrel of a laser pistol) Boomstick! Always a boomstick! [End Scene]

Xavier's POV Leaving Angelina's room, I went to my personal office, how did The scorpion entered her room, and it was not just an ordinary scorpion, it was strange to found a camelian scorpion on earth, it only exist in Jupiter, or was it putted on her body, i had to make a call immediately, he needs further investigations about the reins and the scorpion. I putted out my phone from my pocket, and typed his name, his face appeared on my screen, I hit the blue button, at the first ring, he picked up immediately,

I smirked while looking at it. Ha, SSA is really scary. Who'd have guessed they'd have these treasures in here? I believe they are unaware, but I am aware of their existence, and I will do my best to make them mine. I shouldn’t waste this opportunity and I must take them on my side. SSA don’t value them, but I know their worth.

******* April glanced around her vicinity, banging her car door closed before striding towards the dingy apartment occupying a vast space of uninhabited land. April knocked, listening carefully to pick up any movement inside the house. Two soft taps came from the other end. "Prime rib" April stated, wincing at how ridiculous the secret code sounded. The door opened and she walked in, taking note of the space before going down the heavy-lidded staircase. She reached a door at the end, it was not the first time she had been in the apartment, so she was familiar with the room she had stepped into. April stared at the face scanner, then entered the password that she had been given.

“Now, put your hand on my forehead. Feel the true power of your soul.” I hesitated. The energy coming off of her was intense and almost overwhelming. But she was part of me, right? It should be safe. I reached out and placed my palm against her forehead. But the moment my skin made contact with her spectral fur, electricity shot through my entire body. Power flowed into me, through me, around me with such force I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t even fathom what was happening. And then, like a switch had been flipped, everything went black.

“Whatever happens… Whomever you’re about to see, stay strong! Keep you cool! Do your job and walk away.” Stopping the Discovery, Veronica opened the door and started to get out. Let the games begin! Don’t back down now! They met on the paved portico. Sasha opened the massive front door just as Veronica mounted the last step. She stopped the minute she saw him and gave him a quick glimpse. Her stomach did some flip-flops but she managed to keep her composure. He hadn’t changed, but then why should he have? Sasha still looked exactly the same. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the smooth warm skin of a countryman, his jeans were clinging softly to the taut muscles of his long legs.

Scar comforts Lilith, “She will come and beg me herself, and she will pay for all her lies, today.” “Can I have your phone?” Lilith asks, “Mine is out of battery, but I might need to call for help...” “Sure,” Scar doesn’t hesitate for too long, “The password is 1225.” “Thanks!” Lilith smiles at Scar, and flees before their eyes could meet. Hiding in a corner, Lilith takes out her own phone. A new message waiting for her-- [I’m in. I have got eyes on the target.] Lilith types fast as a reply--

And in the furthest Council vault the old servers began to fry, spontaneously, violently. An operator yelled. Sector 4 is gone! Another was crying, Memory banks are killing themselves, data is rewriting! it is playing on her name!” It was the final screen flashing: Breach of PRIMARY SUBJECT. SUBJECT SEVEN: SYNC 46 %. ZERO PROTOCOL… MERGING.

Coughing and spluttering against the acrid scent, he wafted his hands all around the room in an attempt to clear his vision. When the room finally began to clear, Damon could see Scar leaning over the table . In front of her a large, wide-rimmed bowl was still filled with sparkling purple flames, but as he watched, the flames died and she reached inside. He held his breath, half-expecting her to gasp with pain, but when she pulled her hand out again, her pale skin was unmarred. She held something in her hand that he couldn’t quite see and he watched with a furrowed brow as she placed it on the end of her tongue. Closing her ice-blue eyes, she swallowed whatever the object was and her own bro

“Huh… there are handholds. Seriously, this must have been an actual maintenance access. This will be easier than we thought.” “Still too convenient,” Forty-Four said. “I still think this must be a trap.” “That’s why I brought this,” Forty said, pulling out a handful of smoke bombs. “Use them wisely. Remember… get in, get the goods, get out alive.” “Not coming?” Lieutenant Beta asked as the others started to reluctantly climb the shaft. “No,” Forty said quietly. “You know what our assignment is.” He nodded, holding out his hand to me. “You’ll be missed. Really. Whatever you’re up to out there, give ‘em hell.”