Scp 177 Novels & Stories

“Yes. Uncle Dominic.” “Work out what needs to be done to that area and provide Phoenix with the details… Scarlett, if we set it up to say that there is a big supernatural inter-species get-together at this location let's say in 7 months would that be suitable and not tip the future the wrong way?” I don’t hear if Scarlett answers him before Julian speaks to Victoria. “Vicky, can you send all the information on the area and then ring me later?” “Done, bro.”

The next node was a sunken pool in a grove of silver-barked trees. The water should have been clear, but it held a murky, grey haze, like diluted ink. The sight of it, the lingering wrongness we were now forbidden to fix properly, made my skin itch. Assessor Seven glided to the water’s edge. “Implement Protocol 77-B. Begin with harmonic calibration of the local reality substrate.”

My throat tightened as I clicked a video file labeled: Prototype 7. The footage flickered to life. Maria sat behind a sleek desk, her expression calm and deliberate. “The subject Scarlett Maria Devereux exhibits strong adaptive instincts, emotional volatility, and high persuasion thresholds. Predicted outcome: ideal candidate for control transfer.” Control transfer. I scrolled to the next document a contract signed under Damien Cole’s name, dated before Maria’s death. Subject assigned: Scarlett M. Devereux. Objective: integrate emotional dependency and ensure asset compliance. I couldn’t breathe.

The man in front of her stepped closer. “Welcome.” Stella looked around. “Where is my father?” “Safe.” “And Lucas?” The man smiled. “Coming.” --- Back at the Harris residence, Lucas received another message. WAREHOUSE 17. He stared at it. Xavier approached. “What is it?” Lucas showed him. “Warehouse 17.” Xavier immediately checked his phone. “There's an abandoned industrial district near the eastern side of the city.” “How far?” “Twenty minutes.” Lucas shook his head.

"No!" Scott snapped. He walked over to our car, noted the number, and made a call. His next words left us all in shock, except for Luna. "Listen to me very carefully! I need you to do something big this time. It is a matter of life and death. The number I just gave you, I need you to shift its locations through all CCTV footage, and also alter the memories of this car throughout Shadowbrook. Oh, yeah! One more thing! Visit the secret back entrance of the Li Lake, collect the blood samples, and start working on searching for him right away!” He then hung up and turned to Luna.

I sat hunched over my keyboard, my sharp navy blazer slung over the back of my ergonomic chair, my fingers flying across the keys in a fast, unbroken rhythm. "The connection is active, Silas," I said, my voice sounding a bit flat from the long hours of screen time. "The digital trail through the Swiss channels just hit the main network port at the Singapore shipping dock. Hecate’s backup code is trying to run a hard reset on the cargo manifests."

Suddenly a pale blue light was seen from the furthest corner of the pool, just next to the washrooms. "No, not again," Sam cried. It seemed like he had seen a ghost. He was shaking. Sam and I seemed to be moving normally but those around us were all in slow motion. "What do you mean not again, Sam," I yelled at him. "This is what happened before they took me the other day. Everything stopped moving and something came out of a blue light. Please don't let them take me again, please." I had never seen Sam that frightened before. He often got angry but never frightened. I pulled him out of the pool and told him to run as I stared at the blue light to see what was to come out of it. Sam was well

The general's voice drinking wine from the glass in one of his hands "Looks like there is no turning back for all of us. Surely the Creator predestined us who are here to get to know each other to reveal a little secret of this world. Alright I have decided" Said the General who had made everyone in this room impatient to listen to the General's intentions. "I'm going to set up an organization called 'S.C.P' which is the Subject Content Predator" The General said emphatically. "Subject Content Predator" Said Yusuke, Kojima, Keiko and Sgt. Ah Cun softly with shocked faces.

"Forty minutes, sir. But the winds are picking up." "We don't have forty minutes," Elena said, her engineering mind switching into survival mode. "Killian, look at the schematic. The only way to stop a Scorch protocol is a physical override at the Atuabo Relay. But the relay isn't in London. And it isn't in Ghana." "Then where is it?"

Cross internal communications. Recent. Very recent. Seraphine's expression darkened immediately. "How?" "The drive contained partial network access credentials." Another pause. "I got lucky." The screen displayed a classified notice. Most of it was encrypted. But one section remained visible. And that was enough. Oliver read it carefully. Then his stomach tightened. Because there was only one sentence that mattered. **Participant 017 relocation authorized.** Silence. Ariana frowned. "What does that mean?" Elias answered immediately.