Scp 686 Novels & Stories

Chapter 1636 In the base, the interrogation of the doctors was in process, and terrified screams could be heard from time to time. Many groups of people had been questioned, but nothing useful was gained. In the afternoon, when Keagan's subordinates were about to question another group of people, a shrill siren suddenly rang in the base. Keagan ran out and queried loudly, "What's up?" His subordinates looked at each other with confusion. At the moment, a subordinate came over to report in a panic, "Mr. Pratt, the viruses have leaked and have polluted lab No. 6. Several people have died."

The reaction was immediate. Absolute chaos exploded across the network. * [Villa 02 - Tech Tycoon Vance]: [IMAGE_ATTACHED] Look at this, everyone! Villa 09 just sent a massive tactical supply crate directly to Sarah Lin at Villa 06! Heavy heaters, fuel, blankets! Why is she getting special treatment while the rest of our families are breaking apart our walls just to survive?! Messages immediately flooded in.

I slam my fingers against the keyboard, executing the manual root override command. The monitors flash bright white for a single second, followed by the immediate, blessed silence of the data stream cutting off. The progress bars freeze entirely. The data transfer is dead. For three long, agonizing seconds, nobody breathes. The only sound in the room is the faint hum of Liz's cooling fans. Then, my laptop screen lights up with a bright, crisp green notification. CONNECTION TERMINATED. TRACE COMPLETED: HOSTILE IP SIGNATURE PERMANENTLY LOGGED [LOCATION IDENTIFIED: SERAPHINA_LAPTOP_REMOTELINK].

A video appeared on every screen in the auditorium, projected wirelessly for all to see. The footage showed the inside of my private lab. I was facing the camera, my voice clear and calm. "Today is the night before the Abyss Explorer's launch—11.37 p.m. I just discovered unauthorized access to the core control system in the backend logs. To prevent any accidents, I'll be applying a custom physical lock to permanently disable all external interfaces of the remote rescue module. This video will serve as proof."

Citadel — Level Six Alexander and Elias burst out of the stairwell onto Level Six — and were met with silence. Not normal silence. Dead silence. Alexander tightened his grip on his knife. “This level… feels wrong.” Elias scanned the corridor — his eyes glowing faint amber, the faint bond tugging him downward. “She’s close. One level below.” Sable ran a quick scan with her wrist device. “Hold up, hold up — something’s not right. Level Six is usually swarming with guards.” Alexander exhaled sharply. “So where are they?” A voice answered from above.

Sophie’s office is at the end, corner unit with windows overlooking the Bay. The door is locked, but Anthony’s master card works here too. Inside, the office is pristine. Organized. Not a single thing out of place. The couch where Maya found them is against the far wall, innocent-looking in the dim light. I pull out my laptop, sitting at Sophie’s desk. The hidden cameras Anthony mentioned should be wireless, feeding to a local server that backs up to a private cloud account. I pull up the login credentials Anthony gave me. Username: SMSupport. Password: a string of numbers and letters.

"I want to activate our old protocol. Ground level observation. The Horrison version, not Cassilas" "Use satellite relay" she asked. "No. Too obvious. We’ll use land relays. I moved the base unit to the greenhouse at Saint Roch. You only need to link it from here" I handed her a small chip, green-gray with a nearly invisible marking, H.O.R R12. "Target" she whispered. I met her eyes. "All movement under ID D7LRA. And every internal Cassilas IP trace from the last six months. Especially those linked to the gala night, the investor selection day, and our wedding day"

He turned and walked out of the room. He didn’t notice his hands were shaking until he got back upstairs. Anais was in the kitchen, arm in a sling, her eyes catching his instantly. She looked tired. But more than that—worried. “Cassian?” she said softly. “What did he say?” He didn’t answer right away. “I need access to the files from six years ago,” he said finally, heading for the locked cabinet. “From Facility K.” Anais stood. “Why? What’s going on?”

"Can I borrow yours?" Daniel sighed, clearly unconvinced but too distracted to push it. "Wait, I've got a backup bottle… And for the record, you look better with a beard." Scott thanked him, grabbed the can, and left the room like the devil was chasing him. As soon as he was back in the privacy of his own room, he pulled out his phone and fired off a message to Alexandra. [140692. Try this.] Alexandra received it instantly and rushed to her laptop. The hacker Sebastian had hired had left everything ready: the access link, the cloned security key, even a shell destination account. All they had needed was the damn six-digit code.

Vardan growled, gesturing toward the console. Sora plugged the black drive into the terminal. The screens flared to life, scrolling through thousands of files. Images of dissections, chemical formulas, and video logs of screaming test subjects filled the monitors. Sora’s eyes locked onto one file dated twenty years ago. It was a video of a younger Dante Valente. He was holding a baby in his arms—a baby with silver-tinted eyes. "Project Spica," the voice on the recording said. It was his father’s voice, but it lacked any trace of the warmth Sora remembered. "The first viable hibrida. The vessel for the pure Beastman essence."