« You're gonna want to see this for yourself Fritz. It's something 
else.» 


As she drew nearer, something crunched under her foot. It was a 


piece of charred paper, which was soon in her hand being read. 


Research has been drawing to a close on the project. Although 
we've made some great progress, we haven't been able to solve the 
diminish/replenish issue that dofs the research and study. Putting in 
a notice that the budget for next quarter should be reduced unless 
we get more commercial results. 


She flipped it over to the back. There were two simple words printed 
on it. 


TELEKILL ALLOY 


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Meeting Of The Minds 


Masipag sat in the sterile briefing room, her expression of slightly 
nervous boredom mirrored by Fritz, Cyrus, and Kulzn. Kraito stood 
at the front of the rooms only table, fiddling with a black projector. 


"Just a moment guys, sorry, the damned thing conked out on me 
right as we started." 


Director Cyrus shot him a withering glare. "| hope that this briefing is 
important enough to have used forty-five minutes of my time. Some 
of us have places to be, Mr. Byron." 


"Okay, okay, | think this'll work..." 


A click, then a whir, and an image began to be projected onto the 
wall. Jumping up from the ground, Kraito scrambled to stand beside 
the projection. 


"Now, is everyone... ready?" 
Cyrus grumped. "Get on with it. We're busy people." 


"Right... here we go." Kraito clicked a button, and the image of a 
rather large steel cube began to be projected. 


"This is the 'Telekill Alloy’ that Masipag recovered from the 
Prometheus ruins. We've got about a ton of it, in the research labs." 


A series of nods and murmurs of assent echoed from the assembled 
audience. 


Another click. This time, it was a picture of a young man grasping 
his head, with a nasty looking older guy behind him. 


"This is, uh, a visual aid for what telepathy is. Someone can mess 
with your mind, and-" 


Cyrus harumphed again. "Boy, get to the point, and don't insult our 
intelligence. I'm sure everyone here knows what telepathy is." 


"Sorry sir... moving on..." Another click. A man wearing a metal 
helmet was grinning at the camera. 


"From the notes Masipag recovered, as well as our own research, 
we've determined that Telekill alloy is able to block telepathy. This, 
ah, could have great research applications for our telepathic 
anomalies." 


The projector clicked off, and Kraito flipped on the lights. "Now, | 
propose we allocate funding to this project, since the impact on 
containment for telepathic anomalies could be huge." 


Cyrus stared at him, moving his lips from side to side as he thought. 
"You make a very... adequate case, Byron... well, the object does. 
Approved." 


"You sure you know what you're doing?" 


Masipag slouched in her plastic mess seat and stared square at 
Fritz. "You guys seem like you're moving kinda fast through all this 
stuff.” 


Fritz took a bite of his spaghetti. "The science guys know what we're 
doing. All the proper tests have been done, and | can trust Kraito." 


Masipag rolled her eyes. "Just like you trusted him with the corn?" 
"Nevermind." He picked his tray up and began stalking out. "| have 


to, uh, go, more tests to do." 


A patrol vehicle made the slow turn around the darkened road, 
making its way back towards the sight. Masipag squinted to see the 
road, as Kulzn silently sat next to her. Not a single word had been 
uttered since they'd left the Site. 


"So... Kulzn... ol' HK... what do you think of this telekill business?" 


He grunted, in an affirmative way. 


Masipag glanced over to Kulzn, then back to the road. "... Nobody 
seems to care about any kind of foresight, it's all full steam ahead all 
the time." 


"It's an important project. Even if they're enthusiastic, I'm sure 
Commander Willie and Director Cyrus have them under control." 


"Pshh." Masipag drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. "I'm 
pretty sure Fritz is too busy with Cassie to supervise whatever Kraito 
does." 


"Are you still going on about him and SCP-085? We've been over 
this..." 


"Yeah, we've been over it, but you don't seem to get it. Fritz spends 
so much time with Cassie, it's really starting to interfere with his 
other projects. | mean, the other day he slipped up and called me 
Cassie." 


Kulzn turned to the window. "That's... slightly odd, but we ought to 
give him more slack. He was very on-point about organizing the 
Prometheus clean-up operations-" 


"You're just defending him because you're his favorite." 


"Can we just finish this patrol without an argument?" 


"| feel like I'm being completely sidelined here, y'know?" 


Masipag looked up to Kraito, who was standing on a scaffold about 
twenty feet overhead. He was drilling another sensor into the big, 
shimmering cube that took up most of the research floor. 


"I'm sorry, did you say something?" he shouted, peering down over 
the guardrails at Masipag. 


She sighed. "Nevermind. Just hurry up and finish." 


He shrugged. "Finished now, | think." 


Masipag watched as he made his way down the scaffold, taking the 
stairs around the massive cube and eventually reaching the floor 
with her. Wiping his brow, he hung his safety goggles on a wall- 
mounted peg. 


"So... wanted to talk, uh, about something?" 


"Yeah." Masipag leaned against the wall. "Wanted to talk to you 
about the telekill stuff, what you'd learned about it so far." 


Kraito beamed. "Well, lots of things! We know that it measures HRC 
39 in the Rockwell hardness test! it can, uh, well it has similar 
properties to platinum, in some... gimme a minute..." he scrunched 
his eyes together, bringing his fingers to his temples. 


Masipag placed her hand on his shoulder. "Hey, don't sweat it. 
You've been working too hard." 


"| just... don't want this one to fail, y'know? Every other thing I've 
worked with either got decommed or destroyed somehow, and | 
can't let this one go the same way." 


Masipag nodded, and squeezed his shoulder. "Hey... it's alright, I'm 
sure the project will go great." 


He wiped his eyes. "I just want something | do to have an impact... 
work all damned day, just to see whatever | was working on 
crushed, or burned, or whatever. If | can avoid fucking up just this 
once... maybe | won't be a joke anymore." 


She released his shoulder. "| should... let you get back to work 
then." 


Kraito nodded. "Thank you." Turning, he donned his safety goggles 
and ascended the scaffolding. 


He would work on through the night. 
Site-19 Director Cyrus flipped through the telekill proposal. It all 


seemed to be in order, all the t's crossed and i's dotted. Only thing 
left to do would be long-term effect testing. Buuut.... that could 


probably be done during a provisional approval process. Couldn't 
hurt to let them get started right away. Kraito and the other 
researchers were chomping at the bit for funding, and the less they 
came to him whining the more time he would have. 


APPROVED 


He tossed it into the outgoing document pile, and moved to another 
project. 


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Psychiatric Profile For Researcher Lee Byron 


CONFIDENTIAL 
PSYCHOLOGICAL 
EVALUATION, DO NOT 
DISTRIBUTE. 


Name: Lee "Kraito" Byron 

Clearance: Level 3 

Location: Site-19 

Date of Birth: 09/18/1959 

Age: 49 years, 11 months 

Dates of Testing: -18- , -25- , -1- , -9- , -16- , -22- 
Tests Given: 


¢ Bijhan-Ghost Test of Visual-Motor Integration (BGVMT) 
¢ Blast-Glass Psychological Aptitude Scale(BGPAS) 

* Grungkok Comprehensibility Exam(GCE) 

* Standard Psionic Resistence Index Testing(PRI) 

¢ Mann-lceberg Scientific Competency Exam(MICE) 


¢ Sharpnose Adult Intelligence Scale- Third Edition (SAIS-III) 


REASON FOR REFERRAL 


Researcher Byron has a documented history of having difficulty 


working under duress, and due to the nature of his current project it 


has been decided that a re-evaluation is necessary. 


Background Information 


Lee Byron is an expert in telepathic phenomenon, having trained 
under the late Dr. Jagyr. Lee came to his current employment with 
the Foundation after being recruited from Prometheus Labs in 19 . 
Since then, he has been instrumental in our research on various 
Prometheus related projects within Site-19. Since his recruitment, he 
has received two promotions, and currently has Level 3 clearance. 


However, there has also been a history of projects he works on 
being removed from Foundation study. Of all the projects 
Researcher Byron has worked on, 11 have been neutralized, 9 
destroyed by negligence, and 2 being decommissioned. This has 
contributed to Lee having a history of depression, which he has had 
medication for in the past. He is not currently on any medication. 


Health/Medical 


Lee has reported having a normal birth in the city of , and is 
allergic to shellfish. The only major medical issue that has come up 
in recent history is his depression, for which he was issued standard 
Level-3 personnel antidepressants. He has not been on nor has he 
requested any type of medication for the past 1 year and 4 months. 


Education 


As stated above, Researcher Byron is an expert in telepathic 
phenomenon, after his tutelage on the subject by the late Dr. Jagyr. 
Prior to his employment with the Foundation, he had achieved a 
masters degree in engineering and physics. He graduated from his 
high school in 1976. 


Behavioral Observations 


During each evaluation, Lee was noted as being lethargic, with slow 
reaction times and having trouble communicating. Researcher Byron 
exhibited sudden mood swings, typically manic. Our assessment 
indicates that Researcher Byron has great difficulty reading body 
language and did not appear to notice changes in pitch when he 
was spoken to by the tester. Furthermore, it became evident that he 
didn't understand the emotional cues of others. 


It has been determined that Researcher Byron is suffering from 
sleep deprivation, and has been given medication and a sleeping 
regimen to accommodate his schedule. A follow up examination has 
been scheduled for the upcoming months. 


"Lee," 


Kraito froze. Someone had said his name. There was someone in 
his room. Why would there be someone in his room? Could be 
Masipag... or Cyrus. Hopefully not Cyrus. But it didn't sound like 
either of them... actually who did that sound like? Kraito frowned. He 
didn't know anyone who sounded like that. Wait, the lights weren't 
even on. Why is there someone in the dark? There's only one way 
to know, so... 


His eyes flicked open, and glanced around. The static stillness of his 
dormitory greeted him, and confused him. Nobody there? Then who 
had said his name.... maybe it was these new sleeping pills. He 
never trusted pills. 


"Do you remember, Lee?" 


Scrambling out of his bed, Kraito pressed himself up to a thin 
dormitory wall. 


"Who's there?" He'd hoped to sound intimidating, but it came out as 
a whisper. 


"Not here to harm. But it is time for the symphony to resume. The 
intermission has gone on long enough, the crescendo must be 
reached." 


"What... the hell are you... talking about?" Kraito stammered. He 
was having trouble speaking. There wasn't anything he could 
remember about this. All he knew was the voice sounded so 
familiar, and musical. 


"The symphony isn't over Lee. It needs its conductor. Will be able to 
take place, and rise as the final notes are played." 


"I... can't..." Kraito could feel the slick wetness of sweat running 


Suicheng after 
reporting to have 
suffered from 
chronic 
headaches. 
Wang fractured 
her skull against 
a concrete wall, 
resulting in 
numerous 
SCP-632 
instances 
breaching her 
cranial cavity 
and causing 28 
people to be 
exposed to their 
sensory triggers. 
The resultant 
manifestations 
were not 
detected until 
much later, 
when 16 of the 
affected 
individuals had 
already 
managed to 
expose 291 
more individuals 
to SCP-632. 
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Province 86-year-old 
woman living 
alone, was found 
dead by social 
workers in her 
home with her 
eyes missing. 
Although her 


down his body. This couldn't be true, this wasn't how it happened... 
he couldn't breathe, oh god... the music... they were singing... it 
was all in the band. 


"Lee, don't you remember, how the children used to sing?" 
"|... 0.2." 


"You learned your part so well, Lee. Of course you remember." 


The next morning, Lee Byron woke up feeling aches from his back. 
When he'd eaten his breakfast, he whistled a little tune for himself. 
He didn't remember where he heard it, but it was a rather nice tune, 
all things considered. Lee would whistle it all the way to work. 


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Preaching To The Choir 


Director Cyrus knew that Fritz was watching him as he shuffled 
through a filing cabinet. He made a mental note to have a serious 
discussion with whomever had filed these things in an ass- 
backwards way. Yanking them out of the drawer, he hastily shut the 
cabinet and turned to face his counterpart. 


"Commander Williams... thank you for coming on such short notice. 
Fritz leaned forward in his seat. "It's Fritz, if you don't mind." 


Cyrus glanced up. "Right... I'm here to check on the status of E-345. 
Is it on track for tomorrow's test?" 


Fritz nodded. "Yes sir. They might actually be taking it to the 
provisional containment unit now... hold on, let me check." 


A crumpled piece of paper was produced, and Fritz peered at it. 
"Actually... it's being moved in an hour or so. | can check back with 
you then if you need it." 


"That will be all, Williams. You can go." 


So he did. 


Commander Frederick Williams walked through the halls of Site-19, 
out of administrative offices to containment areas. There was a 
better atmosphere here, friendlier. If he'd been here on any other 
day, he might've stopped by the employee lounge, or observe the 
containment areas of some skips under his watch. But he didn't do 
any of those things. Instead, he made a beeline for one containment 
area. 


He entered quietly, walking to the folding table in the middle of the 
room. There was a single sheet of paper, and a dull #2 pencil. No 


eraser. Sitting in the squeaky wooden chair, he began to write. 
Hello, Cass 

Welcome, please enter user ID. 

Direc/Cyrus 


Please enter password. 
icannotrecall 


Password Accepted. 
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Access Granted. 


Welcome, Director Cyrus. Please enter an action. 
Access Logs: Experiment E-345 


Stand by.... 


Experiment E-345 involves the exposure of E-345, a 
humanoid with psychokinetic abilities, with Prometheus 
Labs Telekill alloy. Initial testing has indicated that the 
alloy is sufficient to block any telepathic signal, and this 
could prove a boon to containment, if successful. The 
test procedure will see Researcher Byron escorting 
E-345 to the center of the test area, followed by a square 


of telekill alloy being lowered over it. Following this, 
D-3451 and D-8063 will be sent into the containment 
chamber, and E-345 will be instructed to begin 
manifesting its effect after Researcher Byron evacuates 
the room. 


YOU(Director Cyrus), Agent HK-016, and an HMCL 
Supervisor(Dr. Eberstrom) will be stationed in the 
observation chamber. No other notable personnel will be 
involved in testing. 


How are you? 


The animate sketch looked to the left border of her paper prison, 
before sketching out a reply. Very bored. What sort of test do you 
want to do? 


Actually, | thought we could just talk. 


She paused, frowning towards the blank space she assumed the 
writer would be looking from. Fritz? 


yes. 


Cassandra's face broke out into a smile. Well, that changes things...