"We can't," Ferro clarified. "Neither of us have clearance for that 
area. That's basically an armory, what the hell would we need to do 
back there that couldn't just be brought to our labs?" 


Alpha Leader sighed then snapped her fingers. Conwell and Ferro 
were immediately slammed into the nearby wall as their ID badges 
were forcefully yanked off their persons. The door pinged twice as 
both badges were rejected by the security scanner. 


"Peachy," Alpha Leader mumbled. "Twelve?" 
"On it!" 


One of the intruders with a heavy kit on her person set to work 
opening the door. Alpha Leader nodded in approval, then turned 
back to Conwell and Ferro. 


"Eight, Six, keep our guests comfortable." 


The two researchers were then forced down to the floor, idly 
watching as their captors attempted to crack their way into the 
storage room by force. It was several minutes into this that Ferro 
noticed Conwell blinking in a rhythmic pattern. 


Long, Long, Long, Long, Long, Short, Long, Short, Short, 
Short, Short, Short. 


Ferro tilted his head slightly in confusion, and watched as Conwell 
repeated. 


Long, Long, Long, Long, Long, Short, Long, Short, Short, 
Short, Short, Short. 


The pattern seemed familiar, as if he had seen it before. 


Long, Long, Long, Long, Long, Short, Long, Short, Short, 
Short, Short, Short. 


It then hit him. 


Roland, you fucking idiot. It's Morse code. Ferro thought to himself, 
and looked at Conwell blink out the message again. His colleague 
had been repeating the word MORSE over and over. 


YES 


Ferro blinked back. Conwell let out a short sigh, a brief smile coming 
to him, then vanishing as he looked at their captors. So far, they 
seemed none the wiser. Conwell proceeded, stopping occasionally 
to avoid onlooking gazes. 


STILL ADMIN ON BOTS 


Ferro gave a shallow nod, pausing as one of the intruders eyed him 
for several seconds before returning their gaze to the door. Conwell 
blinked on. 


F PROTOCOL 


Ferro frowned. He looked at Conwell, then at their captors, then at 
their guns. He felt the ring box still in his pocket. Eventually he 
returned his gaze to Conwell, and replied. 


GET SHOT 


Conwell closed his eyes. Ferro watched as his colleague rubbed the 
titanium band on his ring finger with his thumb for several seconds. 
Conwell eventually opened his eyes and replied. 


HAVE TO TRY 


Site-64 


Sub-Level 1 Maintenance Room 


Sasha and Gabe Merlo stood guard by the door of the dimly lit 
maintenance room, Stan whistling as he worked at the nearby kiosk. 
He then looked up with a frown. 


"Figure it out?" Sasha asked. 


"Sure did," Stan replied. "Someone must have known your MTFs 
were having that meeting, ‘cause they went in here and literally only 
powered down those doors. Directly in the system." 


"How many people have access to the system?" Gabe inquired. 
"Could this have been done remotely?" 


"Not likely. And as far as | know, the only ones in and out of these 
rooms are the maintenance crew. Which means you folks probably 
have a mole on your hands." 


"Christ..." Sasha mumbled. "We'll have to deal with that later. Can 
you get those doors powered back up?" 


Stan shrugged. 
"| can sure as hell try, no promises." 


"Get it open, and I'll personally take you out for steak," Sasha 
replied. 


Stan blinked in shock. He raised a finger then put it down, and 
looked over at Gabe. 


"Hey man," Gabe said with chuckle and shrug, "get that door open 
and I'll pay for it.” 


Site-64 


Cafeteria 


The agents of Gamma-13 and Tau-51 had set themselves up to 
deploy at the drop of a hat. Trapped where they were, there was 
little else they could do. Those with sidearms checked and 
rechecked their magazines. Others discussed potential plans of 
attack for sweeping the invaders from their home. Shaw and Creed 
sat to the side, the former's eyes darting from her cell phone to the 
doors in rapid succession, the latter starring up at the ceiling. 


"Any word from Merlo?" Creed eventually asked. 


Shaw shook her head. 


"Nothing... | really hope nothing happened to her..." 


It was then that the phone vibrated, and a new message appeared 
on its screen. 


Knock Knock! 


The doors to the cafeteria then opened. A silence fell over the 
collected agents. Shaw and Creed blinked. 


"Looks like your girl came through," Creed said, hopping to his feet 
as the agents began to mobilize. 


"She sure did," Shaw replied, likewise getting up. She picked up 
speed as she ran towards the door, shouting orders to her agents. 
"Get to a security station, let's find out where these assholes are!" 


Once inside, each strike team will exit back into baseline 
reality and into the interior of Site-64. Bravo, Charlie, and 
Delta will emerge within the Site-64 dormitories, while 
Alpha will be emerging within the AMAT Lab. Our 
sources have indicated that the Foundation has recently 
developed tech to close these portals, and will be testing 
them in 48 hours, so this is our one shot to make this 
kind of smash-and grab. 


Site-64 


Medium Security Storage Wing 


"Got it!" 


Ferro and Conwell let out defeated sighs as the intruder working on 
the door stood aside, two of her compatriots moving in and forcing 
the door open. Inside, the lights flicked on, revealing the shiny 
casings of scores of AR model robots hibernating. Conwell and 
Ferro were forced back on their feet and marched inside. 


Alpha Leader and two of her underlings approached the room's 
main console, the sound of typing immediately filling the room. 


"You're going to need credentials..." Conwell piped up, his gaze on 
the floor as the eyes of the intruder swarm fell upon him. 


"Wanna bet?" Alpha Leader replied, then nodded to her agent who 
resumed typing. Within several moments the hibernating Aplomado, 
Merlin, and Peregrine units were fully awake. 


"Have them start making their way back to the portal," Aloha Leader 
patted her agent at the terminal on the shoulder and then turned 
away to speak into her mic. "This is Alpha Leader, we've accessed 
our primary target, en route back to-" 


"ALL UNITS ACTIVATE FOUNDATION PROTOCOL" Ferro 
shouted at the top of his lungs. 


The robots let out a horrific shriek, causing all present to cover their 
ears. One by one the droids fell apart, disintegrating into puddles of 
black goo. After several moments, the shrieking stopped and the 
store room fell into silence. 


Conwell looked away and closed his eyes, expecting immediate 
punishment. He rubbed his wedding band tightly and thought of his 
wife. 


Ferro wore a shit-eating grin as he locked eyes with Alpha leader. 
He raised his arms in a sarcastic shrug. 


"Your move, lady." 


Alpha Leader raised her pistol, and fired. 


Site-64 


Sub-Level 1 Security Station 


Shaw looked on in silence as she watched the security monitor in 


chisels, new mallets, a miniature kiln, and [REDACTED]. 
Lastly, the press release had been shredded, then 
reassembled with an unknown adhesive, then crumpled, 
and then flattened again. 


Analysis: 
SCP-602 is confirmed to be sapient, and to be willing to 
negotiate. 


Show Researcher's Note 


Note, / /20 : No, I'm not suggesting that we 
just give the SCP whatever it wants. But we've 
established quasi-peaceful contact with an 
SCP previously thought intractable, and at less 
than a twentieth of the cost of any one of the 
previous exploration attempts. 


We may even be able to convince it to trade its 
old tools for new ones (although giving it 
[REDACTED] is completely out of the 
question, of course). — Researcher Voct 


Addendum 4: Document 602-CP1, Contact Protocol 
Show Contact Protocol 


As a result of contacts 002 through 017 (see respective 
contact logs for details), the following protocols have 
been developed for successful interaction with SCP-602; 
"successful" is defined as ">90% survival rate”. 


1. Always announce yourself at the door before 
entering. 

2. Do not touch the statues. 

3. Do not make any negative comments about the 
statues or their artistic merits. Constructive 
criticism seems to be acceptable. 

4. Do not touch the sculpting tools. If replacement 


front of her. On the screen before her, an enemy agent raised her 
pistol, and fired off a single shot into Researcher Roland Ferro's 
torso. Time seemed to slow down as she watched her ex fall to the 
ground, the enemy agent then ordering her strike team's retreat, and 
leaving him for dead. 


"Shaw?" 
She blinked, her mind whirling with disjointed thoughts and ideas. 
"Shaw? Orders?" 


She blinked again, returning from the riptide of her mind. Creed 
stood by her, and hand on her shoulder. 


"How do you want to do this, Clarissa?" 


"Sherman, Johar, Akagi, and get down to the Level 2 Storage Wing 
immediately. Get Ferro and anyone else you see in need of medical 
attention to the infirmary,” Shaw replied clearly and calmly, making 
her way to the door. "Creed, clean house up here. It looks like they 
are making a run for the 3560 portals. Make sure they don't get 
there. The rest of Gamma-13, with me. We're cutting them off at the 
AMAT Lab." 


Sources have also indicated that during the time of this 
operation, the on-site Mobile Task Forces will be 
localized within the site cafeteria for a training seminar. 
Our agents embedded within the site maintenance staff 
have ensured us that the task forces will be 
incapacitated, allowing us to move about the facility 
largely unhindered. Security personnel encountered may 
be eliminated with extreme prejudice. Once objectives 
have been secured, all teams are to immediately 
evacuate through their assigned portals. Once back in 
Three Portlands, all strike teams are to evacuate back to 
baseline reality through their assigned Ways. 


Site-64 


Anomalous Materials Lab 


Strike Team Alpha sprinted through the halls of the facility with 
Researcher Conwell in tow. With their primary objective botched, 
their orders were to abort, and secure any additional persons of 
interest encountered along the way. On the sub-level above, Strike 
Teams Bravo, Charlie, and Delta were in a similar state of retreat, 
though their objectives had been largely completed with an order of 
magnitude more success. Luckily, the halls were mostly cleared 
giving them an easy route back. 


"This is Bravo Leader! Our portal has been closed. | repeat, our 
portal has been closed! Heading to Delta and Charlie's portal now." 


Strike Team Alpha stopped, listening intently as their co-insurgents 
spoke to them over their radios. The sound of gunfire could be heard 
in the background. 


"This is Delta Leader! Our portal is also closed. Attempting to 
regroup with Bravo and seek a surface exit. Encountering heavy 
MTF resistance!" 


The insurgents looked to one another, concern in their eyes. It was 
then Alpha Leader slammed Conwell into a wall, putting a pistol to 
his head. The researcher breathed heavily as he squirmed in her 


tight grip. 
"What the fuck is going on? What did you do?" 


"We told you when you first got here," Conwell replied. "We found 
out how to close those portals. We started that process a few hours 
before you arrived. Be as mad as you want but we warned you!" 


Alpha Leader let out an enraged yell and punched the wall near 
Conwell's head. 


"You heard him, get moving!" she shouted, grabbing Conwell by his 
shirt and pushing him forward. "If you try to slow us down | will shoot 


you in the god damn head." 


The hallways once more filled with the thuds of sprinting boots. 
Within minutes, the Strike Team had arrived at the AMAT lab, the 
portal still barely open, then flickering out of existence. The 
insurgents approached where it was in defeat. 


"Well, that's great..." 
"What do we do now?" 
"Think we could make the surface?" 


The members of Strike Team Alpha mumbled among themselves as 
Alpha Leader thought to herself, then spoke into her mic. 


"This is Alpha Leader. Our portal is gone too. Rerouting to 
surface..." 


The members of the strike team turned to leave, freezing as they 
came face to face with MTF Gamma-13, armed to the teeth, with 
their firearms pointed directly at them. At their head was Agent 
Clarissa Shaw. 


"Oh shit..." Conwell said as he immediately dived for cover, MTF 
Gamma-13 proceeding to gun down their unwelcome guests. 


It took the Foundation nearly a decade of dedicated 
research, and the help of one of Anderson Robotics’ 
Founders, to create effective counter measures for the 
AR line of drones. Needless to say, it will take the 
Foundation far longer to crack our reverse engineered 
products. 


Good luck and Godspeed. 


Dismissed. 


Site-64 


Infirmary 


Researcher Ferro sat in his infirmary bed, drumming on the railing 
as he idly passed the time. The doctors had told him he was lucky to 
be alive, though the incredible amounts of pain his surgery was 
causing him often made him wish he was dead. Finally finding a 
comfortable position, he closed his eyes and began to nod off. 


"Hey Roland..." 


His eyes opened to see Agent Clarissa Shaw standing by his side. 
His mouth hung open briefly before he could find his words. 


"Hey Clarissa..." 

"| saw what happened. What you did." 

Ferro looked down and nodded. 

"Thoughts?" 

"| can't decide if it was really brave, or incredibly stupid." 
"Would it help if | told you it was Conwell's idea?" Ferro smiled. 
"Ah, incredibly stupid it is then," Shaw smiled in return. 

"| appreciate the visit. Thanks." 


"| can't stay long I'm afraid, lots of red tape for us to go through," 
Shaw sighed. "But, I'm glad to see you're okay." 


Ferro nodded, and soon Shaw was making her way towards the 
door, passing Conwell on her way out. The incoming researcher 
watched her go, then looked at Ferro with a raised eyebrow. 


"Roland, buddy, you didn't..." 


"Nah," Ferro sighed. "I'm not a master of romance, but I'm pretty 
sure proposing, to a woman currently in a relationship, while in an 
infirmary bed, after getting shot, is pretty stupid idea. And 
considering how this week's been filled with stupid ideas, | don't 


need another top of the pile." 
Conwell nodded in agreement and took a seat near his friend. 


"| brought my iPod, like you wanted, want anything particular to 
start?" He asked. 


"Whatever you think fits the mood best." 


Conwell nodded, and quietly set up the device, and pressing play. 
Ferro frowned as he recognized the tune. 


"You can be a real dick, Jake." 
"| Know." 
Wait, they don't love you like | love you 


Wait, they don't love you like | love you 


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Church of the Broken God Hub 


Group #: GOI-004, "The Church of the Broken God" 
Membership: Three known factions, ~300,000 worldwide 
Resources: USD$1-5 billion annually, anomalous capability 
Status: Active 


Description: The Church of the Broken God is an anomalous 
religious organization which worships mechanization and believes 
flesh and life to be inherently evil or "broken". Though its origins are 
unknown, Broken God-related artifacts have been recovered from 
archaeological digs dating back to the Greek Classical period, and 
church dogma asserts its existence predates the appearance of life 
on Earth. Central to their theology is that their deity has been 
scattered, dispersed or otherwise rendered inert. Through the use of 
technology, often anomalous, Church followers seek to bring 
together the components of the body of God, thereby allowing the 
Divine a physical form to utilize and bringing about some sort of 
techno-organic apotheosis. Several SCP objects have been 
attributed to this group since its discovery. Personnel may reference 
items indexed under "broken_god" for a restricted list.