Scp-166 Romane & Geschichten

Kasi alam naming dalawa… may mga bagay na kapag sinabi… hindi na babalik sa dati ang relasyon ng kahit ano. Nag-shift ang system alert. Unauthorized recovery ping. Deep vault override. Isang bagong file ang nag-load. Corrupted. Partial reconstruction. Pero malinaw ang isang line sa screen. “SURVIVOR STATUS: ACTIVE.” Nanigas ako. “Freya…” sabi ng system. “New witness classification detected.” Pause. “SUBJECT IDENTIFIED: MOTHER OF FREYA VILLANUEVA.”

sabi niya, “ito ‘yung nakuha ko sa dating opisina ni Dr. Vega. Mukhang may mga audio recordings dito.” Binuksan ni Aurora ang laptop at pinakinggan nila ang unang file. Recording #47 – Confidential. “Subject C-01 shows high cognitive response. Genetic resonance indicates direct maternal link.” “Authorization for emotional suppression granted by… X.S.” Tumigil ang paghinga ni Aurora. “X.S.…” Mara looked at her. “Xavier Steele.” Nanginginig ang kamay ni Aurora habang pinatay ang recording. Hindi niya alam kung ano ang mas masakit—ang katotohanang sangkot si Xavier sa proyekto, o ang posibilidad na alam niya mismo ang tungkol kay Clara.

Once na nakatapak sa lugar na ito… puwede kang mamatay base sa iyong emosyon at linlangin ka ng sarili mong kahinaan. “Shit… what the hell is going on? Bloody Access, scan the coffin. Can you figure it out what’s inside?” mabilis na wika ni Ken saka pinindot ang isang button para sa mga recording cctv na nasa Bloody West at kung bakit mayroong kabaong doon. “SCANNED. NO IDENTITY. ONE PERSON. MALE. NO HEARTBEAT.”

“They’re not immortal.” Then he handed me the file. A child’s photo. Lucien Elijah Ramirez Dela Vega. “I want the boy. Alive.” (POV: Leonardo Dela Vega – Tuscany) Habang natutulog si Sierra at si baby Lucien, bumaba ako sa control room. “System logs show a breach attempt two nights ago,” ani ng head guard. “Sino?” “We don’t know. Cloaked signature. But the camera caught this.” Beep.

“ibig sabihin nagsimula na ulit silang manghuli.” ‎Mabigat ang katahimikan. ‎Dahan-dahang binuksan ni Craig ang metal box. ‎At agad nanlaki ang mga mata niya. ‎Sa loob— may lumang ID card. ‎At nakasulat doon: ‎PROJECT 731 — LEAD RESEARCH DIVISION ‎NAME: DR. ALEXANDER VELASCO. ‎Napatingin si Craig kay Mang Elias. Halos mawalan ng boses.

Humigpit ang hawak niya sa braso ko, parang instinctive — parang may napapansin siyang hindi ko pa nakikita. “At bakit parang… alam niya kung nasaan tayo?” BOOM. Bumagsak ang isang panel mula sa kisame. Napaatras kami. At mula sa usok, lumitaw ang series ng holographic text — glitchy, mabilis, parang nagmamadali: SYSTEM: RESTORATION PROTOCOL INITIATED IDENTITY: UNKNOWN PRIORITY: RECLAIM LOST ASSETS Napasinghap si Eliara.

“We got the core.” Huminga ako nang malalim at nag-unat ng braso. “Ano ang nasa loob?” tanong ko, nanginginig pa ang boses. “Files. Lab notes. Names. There’s a manifest—’Seraph-01 replication cohort’. And...” tumigil siya, saglit na nagtama ang kanyang mga mata sa akin. “Isang video. It has Andres’ DNA tag.”

Gabriel slammed his palm on the scanner. > Access granted. Displaying data… China watched in confusion. “Gabriel?” Then the screen lit up with the truth. FATHER: SUBJECT X – CLASSIFIED DONOR: BUENAVISTA DNA, SECONDARY SEQUENCE PRIMARY FATHER: UNKNOWN GENETIC LINE – CODE NAME: VORTEX China stumbled backward. “No… that’s not possible.” Sierra’s face turned pale. “Vortex… is dead.” Gabriel gritted his teeth. “They lied to us.”

Napag-usapan na nila ang bagay na iyon nang makabalik mula sa bakasyon ang iba nilang kasamahan. Iisa ang nasa isip nila. Kapag nakaharap ulit nila ang grupong iyon, sisiguraduhin nila na makakaganti sila. Summer cleared her throat. “They are operating in a massive yacht anchored 35 nautical miles off Corsica. Inside, we have hostages. Six scientists, three civilians and one young test subject. The kid has been genetically modified to survive Icarus Strain and is critical for developing a cure.”

Art Valderama typing Promise? ​"Too easy," Nyx chuckled, sipping wine. "The boy is starving for identity. I give him a crumb, and he thinks it's a feast." ​Her phone buzzed. It was "Ms. Ivy" (a hired operative named Carla). ​"Target is isolated from the sister," Carla reported. "The watch is active. We have GPS tracking and audio listening enabled inside their bedroom." ​"Excellent," Nyx replied. "Keep feeding his ego. Next week, we initiate Phase 2."