Scp-911 Novels & Stories

Chapter 49: Kane's POV “What do you mean Mr. Reynolds has escaped?” I growled, my voice slicing through the room like a blade. The air went still. Micah hesitated, then straightened. “We received intel from Russia ten minutes ago. Facility 09 was compromised.” I leaned forward slowly. “Compromised how?” “There was an assault. Clean. Fast. No security feeds survived, and over forty guards are confirmed dead. Reynolds is no longer in custody.”

Confident. Leonard didn’t lower the gun. "You have five seconds to tell me who you are before I splatter your brains on the marble." She slowly unzipped the front of her jacket and pulled out a sleek ID card. She tossed it toward him. It skidded to a halt near his feet. Leonard kept his gun trained on her as he knelt to pick it up. He read it. CAMILA ROTH. INTERNAL INTELLIGENCE. SECTION 9.

Just a cot and a sink and a red surveillance dot blinking like a second heart. They shoved him inside. Hiss. Lock. Silence. --- RUINS – SAME NIGHT The storm had started inside Abigail long before the wind outside began to howl. Her hands trembled as she stared at the tablet screen. Static. Then a Citadel flag. Then... CONFIRMED: SUBJECT RU-Q3A-1120 – IN DETENTION. STATUS: CLASSIFIED. Abigail backed away from the table. A chair crashed behind her. ABIGAIL “No. No, no, no, he wasn’t supposed to get caught.”

Maybe I'd never listened close enough. Voicet pattern confirmed. Biometrictst pending. Enter code. Dominic typed. Six digits. A beep. Welcome, Mr. Blackwood. Sstandtanding orders purged. What are your instructions? "Lock this floor," Dominic said. "No one in or out without my voice. Cut external comms except this line. Bring med team to 901. Now. And send me the access logs for Directive 9.2. All of them. Since 1998."

"Priority Alpha. Direct from the Celestial Spire." I took the datapad from him. The screen glowed with the Lugal’s seal—the crescent moon eating the sun. COMMANDER ASHFANG. DEPLOY IMMEDIATELY TO SECTOR 99. BONE WASTES. INVESTIGATE SEISMIC ANOMALIES. SECURE THE SOURCE. "Sector 99," I rumbled. Staring at the coordinates. "That is the Dead Zone. Nothing lives there. Even the Rogues avoid it." "The Onyx Guard isn't avoiding it," Wolfy pointed out. He zoomed in on the map. Zip. "Satellite telemetry shows the heavy battalions moving into position here and here. They are setting up a perimeter."

I kept myself busy in the kitchen, deliberately making loud noises as I arranged the glasses to vent my frustration. Skyden was busy unpacking large boxes in the living room, ignoring me as if I weren't even there. Whenever we passed each other, I'd deliberately bump into his shoulder hard, and he'd just snort under his breath. Amid that "cold war," I caught sight of an elegant black brochure lying on the marble table: Echelon Nine Living Manual. I read it slowly while standing at the kitchen counter, skimming past the section about the fitness center and spa until my eyes locked onto one rule printed in gold ink: every Wednesday at 11:00 PM, the basement area is closed to the public.

“Eleven confirmed. Nineteen probable. More unknown.” “And Subject One?” I looked at the first file. S-01. No origin listed. No family. No intake record. Only experimental notes beginning in the middle, as if the person had appeared already erased. “Nothing yet.” Elias’s fingers tapped once on the table. “There may be a pre-vault ledger.” Daniel frowned. “Where?” “Voss mentioned it once. Before subjects entered the war vault, they were processed through a temporary camp.” Elias’s eyes narrowed as he reached through memory. “Moonbreak Camp.”

He looked back at her then, and for a fleeting, devastating second, the violet rage faded, leaving behind the man who had laid on the sofa with her and wondered about the nature of humanity. "The exit to the surface is three levels up," he commanded, his hand moving to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his coat. "The extraction unit will target the strongest signal in the sector. That will be me. While it is fixated on me, you will reach the surface." "I am not leaving you here to be deleted," Cattleya said, her voice hard, final. She reached into her pocket, gripping the silver locket she had recovered”the one labeled TEST SUBJECT: 801.

Red lights began to flash at the corners of the ceiling. "Containment breach. Sub-level 9. All Security Cadre to emergency stations." The voice on the speaker was no longer flat. It was sharp with urgency. Sub-level 9. The central filtration. The heart of the Citadel's lungs. Kael's schematics flashed in Liora's mind. The door to their bunkroom hissed open. A guard stood there, his face tight. "All Medical Auxiliary, report to the Bay. Now. Expect casualties." The women scrambled out of their bunks. Liora’s heart was a drum. This was the eruption. This was the crack breaking open.

Luckily, these four were also new recruits who went down like dominoes getting hit by a pickup truck. The moment Jo turned back around, noting that they were at the exit for the twenty-eight floor, her IAC crackled, and then, a new voice was in her head. “Scott? Son? Are you really here?” “Dad!” Scott shouted, both aloud and through the IAC. “Yes. Do you know what floor you’re on?” “Scott, I really think you should leave. I don’t see how you can do this. We are surrounded by a few hundred Vampires at the moment, and Cassidy said it’s just you and Jo. You’ll never make it.”