It was about halfway between Jacksonville and Miami that the Ford 
broke down. Fredericks thought it broke down because Walsh had 
taken that corner a bit too fast and that as a result, they hit that 
bump and the wheel flew off. Walsh thought it was because 
Fredericks had left the map back in Atlanta, and they'd had to make 
do making notes on a fast-food restaurant napkin. 


In either case, they were now both standing by the side of the road, 
with a smoking, three wheeled vehicle between them. 


Walsh futilely kicked the fallen tire, and swore under his breath. 
"Where the hell do they get these cars?" 


Fredericks shrugged. "Probably discounts them from the major 
manufacturers, get the duds from the assembly line." He shaded his 
face, and peered into the distance ahead of them. "You want to just 
walk? We're only around a couple miles away." 


Walsh looked up and down the dirt road, then shrugged. "That's not 
too far away." 


So, they walked. It wasn't a particularly long walk, as both partners 
walked in silence, occasionally glancing at the other to make sure 

they were still there. Around them, the foliage and oppressive heat 
made Walsh wish for the desert, and Fredericks wish for a sunhat. 


But, they were soon at their destination. They walked past some 
official government cordons, an empty checkpoint, and climbed over 
rubble. They were rewarded once they'd ascended the last broken 
pillbox. There was a small concrete bunker, with a brass door and a 
nice wallpaper of kudzu vines. Printed above the door, in steel, was 
a label. 


National Observation Bureau of the Office of Defense - 
Yorktown 


Fredericks strolled to the entrance, wiping some grime from the 
label. "This place hasn't seen action in awhile, has it?" 


Walsh grabbed the door, and pulled. "At least not from our side... 
oof, help me out with this thing, willya? It's pretty heavy." 


They both grabbed, grappled, yanked and sweated on the door until 
with a final squeak and creak it slid open, revealing a very dark 
room. 


Fredericks crouched and walked in, holding one hand on the brass 
doorframe. "Hand me the flashlight, please?" 


Walsh dug into his bag, and produced the torch. "Do you see 
something?" 


"No, but | want to." 


Fredericks clicked the flashlight on, and looked around. In front of 
them were two doors, both wooden. One was labeled 
"ENIGMAGRAPH CHAMBER", the other "Project NOBO" 


Standing, Fredericks walked towards the first door. "Doesn't look like 
anyone's been here. Maybe the intel was wrong." 


"Maybe. But that could also be what they want us to think." 


Fredericks nodded, and pushed the door open. 


Inside, there were five desks, five typewriters, and mountains of 
yellowing, wet papers. 


Walsh dug around in the first pile of papers, looking for anything 
interesting. Most of the papers were completely uninteresting, boring 
documents with no information. The one that did have information 
turned out to be a small scrap of a yellow label. Walsh held the label 
in his hand, and turned it over. There was writing here, typed small 
and pressed together. 


TO THOSE WHOM IT MAY CONCERN 
test test test test test test Enigmagraph 112 test test test 
Fredericks leaned over one of the typewriters, grabbed a scrap of 


paper, and typed on it. "Hey. Walsh. Tell me if you can read this, or 
if it does anything." 


Taking the paper, Walsh scanned it over, and handed it back. 
"Yeah, that works." 


"|... Walsh? All | wrote on this was ‘hi’." 


"Did you?" Walsh took the paper back, glanced it over again, and 
handed it back. "| guess you did." 


Fredericks frowned quietly at his companion. "I don't think you're 
reading this." 


"Of course I'm reading it." 
"| wrote that you were a fat goon." 
Walsh tilted his head. "I don't remember that at all." 


Fredericks crumpled the paper, and tossed it towards the trashcan. 
"Guess we know what that does." 


Walsh walked around one of the typewriters, poking it with his finger. 
"That's the opposite of a good thing. How long've these things just 
been sitting here, open for anyone to copy?" 


"Probably decades." 


Walsh patted the typewriter, then headed to the doorframe. "This 
alone is definitely enough to get this place searched. We ought to 
check out the other room, then clear out of here so the cleaners can 
do their thing." 


Fredericks walked behind him, placing a few unreadable papers in 
the evidence bag. "You got it, partner. Lead the way." 


The second room was a pristine example of a ransacked lab. 
Broken beakers, shredded papers, mysterious broken piles of 
electronics that might have once contained useful information, all lay 
among many other artifacts. The flashlights' beam swept across the 
floors and ceilings, zigzagging until they could realize the true 
damage to the room. 


They both shook their heads, disappointed. "Damn." 


Then, the beam of the flashlight fell onto one folder. Wet, but intact, 
it lay on the floor, its contents still unmolested inside. Fredericks 
crouched down, and picked it up. There was a message scrawled on 
the front. 


[...] Do not reveal anything about any projects or policies 
you have seen. If questioned, this is your script. 

“Where are you?” 

“Nowhere.” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Who are you?” 

“Nobody.” 


Fredericks flipped it open, and pulled the papers into his hand. He 
flipped through them, making sure to read every individual paper. 
"Well, this is interesting." 


Walsh peered over his shoulder. "Shine the light on it, | can't see in 
the dark." 


Fredericks lifted the light to the folder, and Walsh looked on. He was 
looking at serious stuff. Writing and diagrams of men, standing in 
crowds without being seen, walking into bases draped in swastikas, 
and coming out covered in blood. 


"Looks like some nutty covert ops stuff, from the war?" 


Fredericks frowned. "Just lying there? Someone wanted to leave it 
out for us." 


Walsh grabbed the file, and stuffed it into an evidence bag. "Look, | 
think we should split. This place is feeling less safe by the second, 
and | don't like the idea of invisible super soldiers left alone in the 
dark." 


"You're being paranoid." 


"You're not?" 


Walsh took a brisk pace in walking out the door, and was followed 
soon after by a grousing Fredericks. They had a helluva lot of 
people to contact in not a lot of time, if they wanted to get out of here 
anytime soon. Which they did. 


Another plane ride. At least there was a purpose behind it this time. 


Fredericks looked around at the other people waiting for a plane. 
There was an old woman in a babushka, reading the Wall Street 
Journal. A little girl and her mother, sharing a soda pop, and two 
businessmen wearing identical outfits, save for the color of their 
hats. 


But why were they looking at him like that? 


Fredericks glanced up from his book, at the people surrounding him 
again. Yes, they were looking at him. All of them. 


"Flight 56, please come to the gate..." 


Every one of them stood, and began filing towards the plane. After a 
moment, Fredericks followed them. If he was being shadowed, there 
was no reason to make them suspicious. 


"Now boarding, Flight 56 to Washington..." 
« Chasing Tails | HUB | Data Not Public » 


Unusual Incident Unit's Case Files - Classified 


The following is a collection of cases and disturbances 
investigated by the Unusual Incidents Unit of the Federal 
Bureau of Investigation. These cases date from the 
founding of the division, but are in no means 
comprehensive. 


For your eyes only 
Disturbance Event Description: A steam-engine locomotive 
was seen flying above several southern US states. The 
altitude was too great to get a distinct description, and the 


train had disappeared by the time flights could be taken to 
look for it. Possibly an incident of mass hysteria. 


Ageni(s) Involved: N/A 
Date of Disturbance: / / 
Location: Alabama, Missouri, Georgia 


Follow-Up: Newspaper articles suppressed, six photographs 
confiscated as evidence. 


Disturbance Event Description: A tin can that apparently 
cannot become scuffed or damaged was donated to the 
Bureau by an anonymous source. After being held for 30 
days, it took motion and rolled out of the building. Its current 
location is unknown. 


Ageni(s) Involved: N/A 


Date of Disturbance: / / 


Dr. Emerson: Allow me to correct myself. We 
know it is for manufacturing but what is its 
larger purpose? How does it work? 


SCP-748-4: To take industry to its logical 
conclusion! And how it works? HA! [shrieking 
metallic noise] A trade secret, my friend. We 
prefer to keep the upper hand. 


Dr. Emerson: "We"? Are you referring to 
those other brains? 


SCP-748-4: Those are merely additional 
places to store my memory. Thoughtless tools. 
Nothing more. Do you think | am the only one? 
Many served the Investor. You don't even 
know the true scale of this place, do you? 


Dr. Emerson: Please explain. 


SCP-748-4: No. | find this all terribly dull. 
Leave me be. 


<End Log> 


Closing Statement: It appears that SCP-748 
is only one of many such factories. | find it 
peculiar that SCP-748-4 has a very limited 
interest in conversation. How else is it 
occupying itself? Perhaps | am overthinking 
this. 

Dr. Paula Emerson 


Addendum: Six personnel have inexplicably vanished with the first 
incident occurring in 08/14/1996. Each individual was out of sight at 
the time of their disappearance and in some cases, were nearby but 
merely obstructed when turning a corner or moving behind a 
machine. The cause of these disappearances remains unknown. 
Security procedures have since been updated to address this 
concern. 


Location: Bureau Offices 


Follow-Up: An investigation of the surrounding area 
produced no results. Currently pending further investigation. 


Disturbance Event Description: Residents of Seattle, 
Washington reported seeing silhouetted figures in their 
mirrors, with some reports of disfigured humanoids. These 
figures would usually attempt to mock the viewers, with 
exaggerated gestures behind them in the mirrors. Agents 
determined that this was due to pervasive leaks in the gas of 
each affected home. 


Agenit(s) Involved: Agent Fredericks 
Date of Disturbance: / / 
Location: Washington 


Follow-Up: Maintenance tools were sent to the other homes 
in the area for preventative maintenance of their homes. 


Disturbance Event Description: Everyone in Miami, FL, 
receives a phone call from an unused phone number, asking 
them for help in a panicked voice before disconnecting. 
Agents collected records from the phone company, and 
interviewed every person called. It is possible that this was a 
prank. 


Agenit(s) Involved: Agent Fredericks 
Date of Disturbance: / / 
Location: Miami, FL 


Follow-Up: Literature was distributed to the general 
population supporting the prank hypothesis. 


Disturbance Event Description: Numerous soap bubbles 
were spontaneously generated in the home of former 
Congresswoman Jeannette Rankin. After being unable to 
discover a source, she contacted the police. When they 
arrived, the entire home was filled with bubbles. When agents 
were dispatched, the event had largely dissipated. 


Agenit(s) Involved: Agent Fredericks 
Date of Disturbance: / / 
Location: Private residence. 


Follow-Up: No action taken. 


Disturbance Event Description: A large, animate mass of 
mud with the voice of Senator Joseph McCarthy appears and 
attacks people on the Washington D.C subway, talking in a 
monotone voice about communism. After maiming 11 riders, it 
escaped into a sewer drain after being confronted by Bureau 
agents. 


Later in the day, it reappeared in a local park, killing 2 people 
before being destroyed with a water cannon. Witnesses were 
given non-disclosure agreements and placed under total 
surveillance. One agent was injured, but will make a full 
recovery. 


Ageni(s) Involved: Agent Hart, Agent Burrs, Agent 
Backstrom 


Date of Disturbance: / / 
Location: Washington, D.C 


Follow-Up: Plainclothes riders sent on the subway for the 
next few months, damages were repaired by the Bureau to 
inspect where the creature may have originated from; no 
source found. 


Disturbance Event Description: A corn farming community 
in lowa reported seeing a small child-like figure made out of 
locusts wandering through their fields, and was seen tearing 
entire stalks of corn out of the ground and "devouring" them 
whole. In addition, tractors and other farm equipment were 
jammed or stolen, small animals and two children 
disappeared, and "grinding" noises were heard over phone 
lines. 


The dispatched agents arrived at the scene, and were able to 
find the entity in a cornfield, and confirmed the witness 
statements. After documenting the disturbance, it was 
destroyed with insect poison in aerosol form. 


Ageni(s) Involved: Agent Pena, Agent Byrne. 
Date of Disturbance: / / 
Location: lowa 


Follow-Up: New seed issued to farmers with affected crops. 
Tools were replaced, and missing children were explained as 
runaways. 


Disturbance Event Description: An avalanche of snow 
suddenly stopped for 11 hours, directly above a small skiing 
site in Fairbanks, Alaska. After the initial stop, animate 
snowmen began walking into the town, assaulting residents, 
and taking them to the ski community. When the avalanche 
resumed, the fatalities were significantly higher due to these 
abductions. 


Agents who were sent to Alaska found that all evidence of the 
event had been destroyed by the snow, making suppression 
of information easier than expected. 


Agent(s) Involved: Agent Pimintel, Agent Alleyn 


Date of Disturbance: / / 


Location: Fairbanks, Alaska 


Follow-Up: Incident was reported to be a mass hallucination 
as a result of plant spores entering the local water supply. 
Evidence of the occurrence was confiscated, and several 
samples of the autonomous entities were collected, then 
discarded after they proved to be thoroughly ordinary. 


Disturbance Event Description: A pear tree in Atlanta, GA, 
became animate, and began to assault local colored persons, 
using peaches as projectiles and by crushing them with its 
branches. When Agents were dispatched, there were 14 
injuries, two of them being serious. 


The entity was destroyed by luring it to a side road away from 
the area, and detonating a cache of dynamite that had been 
planted beneath the street. The injuries were blamed on 
criminal activity. 


Agenit(s) Involved: Agent Barrows, Agent James, Agent 
Garret 


Date of Disturbance: / / 

Location: Atlanta, GA 

Follow-Up: Remains of tree were collected as evidence. 
Note: Tree had been the site of several lynchings between 


1899-1918. 


For further information, please contact your director. 


UIU File: 1933-001 


Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act 


UIU File 1933-001: Public Enemy No. 1/Codename 
“Fortuna” 


Summary: Suspect has the paranormal ability to affect probability 
for a favorable outcome. 
Name: John Herbert Dillinger 


Irregularity Cross-reference: American, Human, Robber, 
Gangster, Hostile, Probability 


Physical Description: 


Sex Heigh Weigh Race Hair Eyes Identifying 


Buiid Attributes 
Male 67 in. 153 Ibs} White | Brown Grey Dresses 
medium well. 


Capabilities: The suspect is a younger white man capable of 
affecting situations to produce a favorable outcome for said suspect. 
It appears that this ability is unconsciously triggered, as he has not 
displayed any voluntary capability to use this irregular characteristic, 
and in fact has been unable to use his ability at certain points when 
he attempted to do so forcefully.