Scp-285 Novels & Stories

Before the young spellcaster could finish, a blue beam of energy rained down on the Salamander, cutting off a small tip of its tail as the rest of its body was contained in a cylinder forcefield. “What the hell?” Scott said. Eight armed soldiers in green and white coloring appeared surrounding the Salamander. Each weaving a “S” shaped emblem with an arrow going through it diagonally. “Not them again,” Roxy said to herself. “War cloud, who are these guys,” Olivia asked. “I can answer that, Detective Cult,” A fourth voice chord as a dark skin woman with green eyes and short white hair appeared. I am Director Viola Sungold. We are an organization known as the supernatural prevention Espionage A

The other was a tall man with the permanent scowl of someone who'd once been a bureaucrat and now had to carry a gun. The woman introduced herself as Marta Sánchez, formerly Control Acquisition Division. The man, DeWitt, didn’t give a first name. Marta pulled a tarp off a metal cart. What lay beneath looked like a human brain, roughly basketball-sized, mounted on a mess of tentacles and chitinous limbs. It had no eyes, but ridges across its central mass pulsed faintly, as if registering light. "Meet the enemy," Marta said. "This is a dead one. We think. Don’t poke it."

When he looked up through the dripping wreckage, the girl stood before him—naked and glistening, a vial of black serum clutched in one small hand. "You brought the case," she said sweetly. Her voice was Luna's, but layered with something ancient. "Good." His mother's scream was cut short as Eight moved—a blur of pale limbs and surgical steel. Harris barely registered the needle before it pierced his carotid. Cold flooded his veins as his knees gave out. The last thing he saw was Eight crouching over him, pressing her forehead to his as the world went dark, her whisper following him into the void:

“Delivered via skin contact. One drop and your nervous system shuts down in under two minutes.” Sophia’s face went pale. “How did it get here?” Selene looked at her with a quiet fury. “Someone just walked through our walls. Through our security. This wasn’t a warning. It was an execution.” Morano Compound – Underground Vault Alex stood in front of the biometric vault where only two people had access—himself and Dominic. Inside, the original blood contract with Diego had once been stored. Now, it was empty. In its place was a single playing card.

The Spire’s core was just ahead, a pulsating, white-gold heart that radiated a frequency so powerful it made my teeth rattle in my skull. I reached the maintenance hatch—a circular plate of reinforced obsidian. It was locked with a biometric seal. "Vessel 002 detected," a cold, feminine voice echoed in the pipe. "Identity: Zora Vane. Status: Rogue. Biological purge initiated." The liquid around me began to boil.

Non-sexual beings don’t have a gender, but since he’d built himself a penis I think we can assume he identified as male (with detachable donger). Speaking of which, the donger in question flapped his wings and flew up to the lead golem. They seemed to be having a conversation. I couldn’t hear what was being said but 288 did most of the talking. It occurred to me that 288 might be a spy. Had we revealed any key information around him? More than likely, yes, but it was too late to do anything about it now unless there was a way to wipe his memory. It would probably require a phenomenal kick up the arse.

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

“The guy who attacks women. Investigators play the challenge of spending ten minutes down there in the dark. Seen several videos about that.” “Yeah, that fucker. Well, he’s a territorial son of a bitch, so we would know if he and Kujo had come across each other.” Brett pointed at the screens on a side board table, showing a dozen live feeds from security cameras. One of them showed Skippy’s section of the tunnels. “But nothing’s happened. Each of them is still at their end of the tunnels.” He turned to Amy. “D’you have any idea what could be happening to him?”

The man said nonchalantly and walked out of the room. **** Kyara was nuts and bolts frightened to the crux at the narration of the kidnapper. He was the same man who turned her unconscious by putting chloroform in the handkerchief. Nathan's earlier words struck her felicitous and she immediately established a mind link. Kyara doesn't have the phone with her to send him the location but looking out of the window she explained to him everything about the habitat surrounding her through the mind link. Nathan got the entire information that was needed to arrive at the location.

"On the previous watch, your vocal cords released the names of Rickey Owen and Janet Lawrence; however, my intelligence units found zero matching records in the Dominion ledgers. Provide the missing network markers so my scouts can narrow the parameters." The second my voice hit the space, the old woman's pupils shrank with intense, paranoid vigilance. She dragged Chika deeper into her personal space, her claws digging into his uniform as she shielded his frame with her own body. A wave of raw terror rolled off her skin, her beast misidentifying my chair as a extraction unit designed to tear Chika from her sector. Chika winced, his muscles locking under the sheer force of her grip.