Scp 311 Novels & Stories

Bram picked up his jacket and put it on as he strode out of his office. He then rushed toward the hub while nobody was looking, with Adrian and Vivian following closely behind. “I may know where the entrance to Scorpio Hub is but we’re going to need a Luposian’s ID card to get inside, sir. I’ll take you two there to have a look. We’ll think of something when we get there.” Soon, Bram brought Adrian and Vivian to the deepest parts of the hub. Inside were countless shipments containing items of all varieties. He pulled open one of the racks and lo and behold, there was indeed a door disguised as a wall.

She holds the guard force from the outside. Kael holds the center of the compound. Three above-ground levels — the Betas and Gammas of the Solaris guard will converge on whatever makes the most noise. Kael is the most dangerous thing in any room he enters. He becomes the noise. Dara and Rynn go for the records room. Third floor, northeast corner. Dara can read Solaris documentation — Delta training, old scripts, the kind of thing that takes education to decode. Rynn is — Rynn. She'll figure out what needs figuring out.

The siren echoed through the underground tunnel. Loud. Relentless. Terrifying. WOOOOOOO… WOOOOOOO… WOOOOOOO… Nobody moved. Nobody spoke either. Because something about that sound felt wrong. Very wrong. Elliot stared at his tablet. Then looked again. Then looked a third time. “No.” Victor immediately turned. “What now?” Elliot looked pale. Really pale. “The facility is activating Protocol Zero.” He said.

That wasn’t synthetic. Neither was mine. A soft tone interrupted the silence. New notification. Not from the apartment. From my tablet. I crossed the room slowly and picked it up. The screen displayed a single classified document. PROJECT ORPHEUS Behavioral Synchronization Trial – Phase III Primary Objective: Emotional Dependency Pairing for Executive Stabilization My blood went cold. Below it— Subject A: Reid, Shawn Subject B: Agreste, Catriona Status: Convergence Successful Shawn went utterly still behind me.

"Tell me how to shut the port down from the outside. Is there a manual override code?" "There is no override code left," I reply, my voice breaking on a dry sob as I look up into his dark, terrified eyes. "When we wiped the regional relay, the system didn't just delete my records. It flagged my biological markers as a secondary host for Phase Three." Liam freezes, the breath catching in his throat. "Phase Three? What the hell is Phase Three, Aiden? You never mentioned Phase Three."

Better safe than sorry. Scott led us downstairs. Thankfully, it was the middle of the night, so there was nobody lurking around the halls. It made our life easier. Then he opened the door to what I assumed was the bastard’s office. He picked up the phone and pressed a button for the P.A. system. “Attention Scarsdale pack. Please make your way to Field One. This is on behalf of your Alpha. I repeat, please make your way to Field One.” He moved over to a filing cabinet in the corner. Instead of opening a drawer, he pushed it out of the way. There was a hiding place behind it. He pulled out three different binders and put them on the desk.

Scott POV The deeper we moved into the facility, the clearer it became that this wasn’t some mercenary operation or rogue science lab. It was organized. Militarized. Calculated. Every hallway was clean and metallic, reinforced with thick steel panels and lined with surveillance nodes tracking our movement. The alarms echoed behind us—deep, guttural sirens vibrating through the walls. Drazhan ran ahead of me, snapping his fingers and sending a bolt of shadow magic into an advancing guard. The man flew back into a wall.

Kevin’s propaganda still echoed in the distance, his hologram flickering faintly against the sky. << ALERT! LOCATION DETECTED. STALKER ZOMBIE THREAT LEVEL: CRITICAL. >> << SUGGESTION: CREATE A HIGH-ENERGY DISTRACTION TO REPEL THEM. OR USE THE 'SECRET INDOMIE RECIPE' TO ALTER THEIR NATURE. >> "Damn it! The Secret Recipe! Which one?!" Bima cursed inwardly, his thumb trembling as he flipped through the pages. The Stalker Zombies moved silently, like creeping shadows. They were gaunt silhouettes with glowing red eyes that blinked with malice.

I shifted back, grabbed Liora, and we ran for the sealed door while Prime and the Forsaken tore into each other like monsters from different hells. We reached the door. Sable started typing frantically on the access panel. “Come on.. come on..” The panel beeped green. We slipped inside just as Michelle’s panicked voice rang out one last time: “Unit Prime, detonate the failsafe! If I can’t have this facility, no one will!” A new countdown appeared on every screen inside the core room. 00:04:59

[SYSTEM MESSAGE: PRIVATE SERVER VANGUARD-01 ONLINE.] [USER: WRAITH LOGGED IN.] [CURRENT OBJECTIVE: PROTECT VIP HOSTAGES. ELIMINATE ALL SCOURGE THREATS.] [ENVIRONMENT: SECTOR 7 FILTRATION PLANT, NEW DAR ES SALAAM GRID.] The transition from the pristine, climate-controlled air of the Sector 3 penthouse to the digital warzone was instantaneous.