Scp-156 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They were fast—unnaturally fast. “Signal sent,” Nomo whispered as the tablet chimed. He looked up just as the first creature lunged from the shadows, its jaw unhinging to reveal rows of needle-like silver teeth. He raised his sword, the silver blade humming with his own desperate energy. “Sofia... I hope you’re watching.” (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) “The signal is coming from the basement levels of Warehouse 14,” Phuwin said, his fingers flying across the keys. “I’m trying to override their security, but someone is counter-coding me in real-time. It’s Klaus. He’s been waiting for us to trip this wire.”

Sleek, dark, winged with red scanner lights that cut through the mist like eyes. Romeo cursed under his breath. "They found us faster than i thought". Jessica's breath trembled. "How?" Romeo glanced back at her. "Because Helix never stops watching". The lead drone spoke in a metalic snarl: "IDENTIFIED: SUBJECTS 06 AND 09. RECAPTURE PROTOCOL ENGAGED". Jessica froze. Aurora started to cry softly. Romeo stepped in front of them both. "Over my dead body".

I opened the next document, another fragment, this one tagged Incident Report, RDM-47B. It contained only a few sentences: “During containment, subject displayed uncontrollable electromagnetic discharge. Room temperature dropped by 15 degrees within seconds. When conscious, subject described recurring visions of a burning field and a girl made of gold. Council observer recommends continued sedation until resonance levels stabilise.” I felt the blood drain from my face. The “burning field,” the “girl made of gold.” Rain. That was Rain. I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. The laptop hummed quietly, a low electronic heartbeat in the silence.

Delta Commander replied. “The portals closed abruptly, which means that the invasion was interrupted.” Xena said. “Unfortunately, there is a lot we do not know.” Delta Commander replied. A nervous murmur took over the briefing room. I knew that I was not going to find answers here. “Can we see the bodies of the creatures, if there are any?” I asked. “We need to know what we are dealing with.” Delta Commander looked irritated but did not address me directly. “As a matter of fact, I have used the initiative to call on Dr. Strahovsky. She is the Head Medical Researcher of Diagnostic Engineering Neurobiology. DEN.” Delta Commander said.

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

She looked at Calvin and mouthed a ‘thank you. While Sven let out a deep sigh before he faced the screen. “As you can see, these three were working with us. This is Dr. Corrine Emmet,” He pointed at the woman, “she’s thirty-one years old, a human who was born and raised here. She’s also part of Brenner’s team working closely with the development of D-15,” Sven now points to the second photo. “As well as Dr. Johann Goldbloom, he was thirty-five and came from Ivslight. Both of them were working with us for two years now. The third person is, Alex Holtz, twenty-seven, a Valfari and an Alpha, he was a member of our security team and was working for us for eight months until the burglary happened

she whispered, though she didn't move. ​"Focus, Voss," he murmured. "We have thirty-eight minutes." ​The elevator doors opened on the sixth floor to a world of grey institutional carpet and the hum of server racks. They found Room 614. It was an anonymous access room, a space of pure function. Scarlett sat at the terminal, her fingers flying across the keys with a surgical precision that made Xavier watch her with a dark, appreciative intensity. ​"Margot’s backdoor is holding," she said, her eyes reflecting the blue light of the monitor. "Section five is opening... now."

They were fast—unnaturally fast. “Signal sent,” Nomo whispered as the tablet chimed. He looked up just as the first creature lunged from the shadows, its jaw unhinging to reveal rows of needle-like silver teeth. He raised his sword, the silver blade humming with his own desperate energy. “Sofia... I hope you’re watching.” (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) “The signal is coming from the basement levels of Warehouse 14,” Phuwin said, his fingers flying across the keys. “I’m trying to override their security, but someone is counter-coding me in real-time. It’s Klaus. He’s been waiting for us to trip this wire.”

ELEVATOR SHAFTS UNLOCKED. ​"The alarm isn't a containment failure," Vivian whispered, her blue eyes narrowing as she skimmed the scrolling lines of security code on the terminal screen. Her golden finger memories from her previous life instantly flared into focus. "It’s an asset extraction protocol. The Inner Council’s Enforcement Division just issued an emergency seizure order for Dr. Evelyn Cross’s research logs."

"He was the only survivor of the 2016 Starfall in the Mtwara region. His skin is denser than depleted uranium. He can walk through a hail of bullets as if they were raindrops. And unlike your 'New Dawn' friends, he is perfectly, beautifully obedient." She walked over to the giant, who stood like a statue. She reached up and patted his boulder-like shoulder. "Subject One," she said. "Go into the tunnels. Bring me the boy with the violet signature. Break his legs if he resists, but bring him to me breathing. Do you understand?"