Bhattacharya is to transport the items in a secure container to the 
Marshall, Carter, and Dark clubhouse in the 5600 block of Wilshire 
Blvd, Beverly Hills, California. There he will meet a tall, thin 
Caucasian male in his mid-sixties, nearly bald and with a mild limp. 
He will introduce himself as Dr. John Windermere, although this will 
not be his real name. He will take a marked interest in the items 
offered by Gamma Agent Bhattacharya. Gamma Agent 
Bhattacharaya is to charge him no less than fifty million dollars for all 
items, as well as "information regarding your dark, quiet friend's 
Monday afternoon habits", worded in precisely that manner. The 
information on Foundation Agent Harold Torres and the object he is 
seeking to acquire divulged by Dr. Windermere is to be reported 
directly to Delta Command. 


DeCIRO Catalogue Number: FR-13/896-001 


Document Type: Post Operation Summary Report 


Date Received: 12-01-2013 
Author: Gamma Agent Bhattacharya 


Summary Report: Object is the size of a bread box and 
appears to be a compact synthesizer of exotic and rare 
elements. Object ostensibly uses nuclear fusion to 
achieve this, but the exact way this is achieved is 
unknown. Windermere and Torres both apparently 
bonded over their shared interest in the device. As the 
object is capable of synthesizing many rare metals 
needed for the manufacture of components detailed in 
SC-13/456-14/590, the recovery of the machine is of top 
priority to the Insurgency. 


6. STEP 14/362 


Dispatch one Beta-Class personnel to the Fashion Island Shopping 
Center in Newport Beach, California. Administer double the normal 
dosage of Red Sight. The Beta Class personnel is to inquire about a 
sales position. There will be an opening. The Beta Class is now to 
function as a secret agent, examining temporal disturbances and 
reporting them directly to Delta Command. The Beta Class is to 
remain under the employ of the shop until s/he receives information 
relevant to mass temporal travel or important knowledge of future 
events. 


Assault on Site-64 


Greetings fellow Insurgents. 


As many of you are likely aware, in exactly twenty-four 
hours, we will begin an assault upon the Foundation 
facility known as Site-64. 


Site-64 


Anomalous Materials Lab 


As Researcher Jacob Conwell sat at his desk within the Site-64 
Anomalous Materials Lab, he looked into the tiny box his colleague, 
Researcher Roland Ferro, held in front of him. Inside was a gold 
band topped by a modest diamond. Conwell grinned and shook his 
head. 


"I'm flattered, Roland," he said, "but | don't think Kate's going to 
approve." 


"Ha," Ferro replied. "Think Clarissa will like it?” 


"| mean, sure, it’s a nice ring," Conwell shrugged. "But | thought 
Shaw was dating Dr. Campbell again. Did you two get back 
together?" 


Ferro shook his head. 


"Not yet, but if I've learned anything it’s that Clarissa and Lily's 
relationship is like a match. It burns hot and fast, and eventually 
burns out." Ferro sighed. "I just... if she gives me another chance, | 
want to be ready to do what | really should have done a long time 
ago. You know?" 


"Seems like you're taking a pretty big gamble," Conwell frowned. 
"Just don't do anything stupid.” 


"It’s far too late for that..." 
"Hostiles incoming!" 


The two scientists jumped. Through the window on the office door 
they could see security officers rushing into the room and taking 
cover behind the work benches, pistols in hand. The sound of 
shouting and gunfire, blotted out the low hum of the Hoffman 
Portable Electro-Thaumic Units. Suddenly, all was quiet. Several 
masked figures in combat gear appeared in the office doorway, 
assault weapons at the ready. Ferro and Conwell quietly held up 
their hands. 


"On the floor, now!" 


The two scientists didn't resist. Within moments of lying down, their 
hands were zip tied behind their backs. 


"You shouldn't be here," Conwell mumbled from the floor. 
"Quiet!" One of the intruders barked back. 


"You don't understand," Ferro added on. "We don't mean that ina 
‘you're invading a black-ops facility’ way. You guys came in through 
the portals, right? Those aren't going to be open much longer, we've 
already started the..." 


Another intruder discharged a round from his pistol into the floor. 
Ferro immediately stopped talking. 


The two scientists were hoisted up on their feet and escorted out of 
the office. As they passed into the adjoining lab, the bodies of three 
slaughtered Foundation Security Officers sat in pools of blood. 

One's head had taken a shotgun blast. Another had seen the wrong 
side of seven or eight rounds from an assault rifle. The final officer's 
legs had been shot out, with two bullet holes in the back of her head. 
Conwell cringed and looked away. Ferro swore under his breath. 


"This is Alpha Leader," the lead intruder said into a mic on her 


person. "Charlie and Delta, we've captured Pols seven and fifteen. 
En route to primary." 


Site-64 


Cafeteria 


"| fucking hate these things..." MTF Commander Damion Creed 
whispered to his colleague, MTF Commander Clarissa Shaw. "This 
whole thing could have just been a fucking email." 


The two sat among a crowd of agents within the Site-64 Cafeteria. 
Near the back of the room was a projector screen displaying the 
current slide of a presentation entitled "Thaumatologists and You: 


What to do when you got the 'Blues”. 


"This is more to your crew's benefit than mine," Shaw whispered 
back, her gaze remaining locked on the presenter. "Stop bitching 
and pay attention. You'll thank yourself when you don't get a rod of 
lightning shoved up your ass." 


"But with high reflex | can take half damage..." Creed mumbled as 
he sat back in his chair and returned his attention to the speaker. 
"Seriously though, they're talking about magic, how is this so dry? 
Couldn't they get Navarro or something?" 


Shaw exhaled sharply. 
Creed held up his hands and fell quiet resigning himself to his fate. 
"They aren't even doing demonstrations..." he said under his breath. 


The burst of attention proved short lived, however, as several 
minutes later the sound of security klaxons then blasted through the 
facility. 


Almost at once the assembled MTF agents stood, and began to 
sprint towards the cafeteria doors. At that same time, said doors 
slammed shut with sharp metallic clang, trapping them inside. It 


Ten fully-illustrated books of sculpture, including 
The Works of Henry Moore, The Works of Auguste 
Rodin, The Works of Alexander Calder, Sculptors 
of the Italian Renaissance, and Medieval Gothic 
Sculpture. 

¢ Three mail-order catalogs for art-supply 
companies (bookmarked in the Sculpting sections) 
with attached order forms. 

One piece of paper, containing a half-finished 
press release describing a gallery show by "the 
mysterious new art sensation from SoHo that 
everyone's talking about", and a handwritten 
addendum stating, "This could be you (but only if 
you're okay with it, of course)." 

¢ One cardboard sign, with the words "READ 
BEFORE DESTROYING" written on it in thick 
black thirty-centimeter-high letters. 


Procedure: 

The wagon was loaded carefully in the following order: 
press release on the bottom, then the art supply 
catalogs, then the sculpture books, and finally the 
cardboard sign on top. The door to the apartment was 
opened, and D-602-03 pushed the wagon inside before 
quickly exiting the apartment. Researcher Voct then 
loudly announced into the apartment, "Here you go, 
Friend! We'll be back in twenty-four hours!", and closed 
and locked the apartment. 


Results: 

Twenty-four hours later, the apartment was re-opened. 
The wagon had been moved, but was otherwise intact; 
upon retrieval of the wagon by D-602-03, it was 
discovered the cardboard sign had been shredded, and 
the sculpture books had been removed. The art-supply 
catalogs showed signs of having been intensively 
consulted (with several pages having been torn out and/ 
or crumpled), and the order forms had been filled out 
with crude markings in an unknown fluid. Study of the 
order forms revealed that SCP-602 would like new 


didn't take long for the collective intellect of the room to determine 
the power had been cut. 


"For fuck sake..." Shaw said as her and Creed pushed their way to 
the front of the crowd. "Someone get me a line to Merlo, now!" 


The reason for this attack is simple. Following the joint 
UIU/Foundation raid on Anderson Robotics, a 
massive supply of AR droids has been stored indefinitely 
at this facility for long term study and reverse 
engineering. If acquired and modified, these droids will 
provide a significant asset to our cause. 


Site-64 


Administrative Offices 


"You're telling me that we can run a laser downstairs twenty-four 
hours a day, seven days a week, but a mini-fridge shorts us?" 


Gabe Merlo stood within his office behind one of the Site-64 
maintenance crew members, rubbing the bridge of his nose in 
frustration, having just had to throw away at least three days of 
lunches he had packed for himself and his wife. The maintenance 
crewman, a middle-aged man with tan skin and a name tag that 
read "Stan", simply chuckled as he continued his work. 


"Hey man, don't give me that attitude," Stan replied. "You have 
absolutely no idea how complex the wiring is in these places. Just 
let me do my job and you can go ahead and get back to yours. I'll let 
you know if | need you to do the wiring's taxes or something.” 


Assistant Director Sasha Merlo stifled a laugh as she sat within 
Gabe's chair behind his desk. Her husband looked at her with a 
defeated shrug. 


"Guess it's cafeteria today," he mumbled. "Whenever the MTF 


seminar clears up..." 


"Fine by me," Sasha smiled, having regained her composure. 
"Though, lunch might be cut short then, Holman and | have a 
conference with some of the Site-77 hobbnobbers later, and | don't 
want to..." 


The sound of alarm klaxons cut her off. The room's three occupants 
froze as they looked around. Sasha's expression became serious, 
her hand reaching for her pistol. Gabe looked to the door, slowly 
backing up to be closer to his wife. Stan's eyes widened with fear as 
he put down his screwdriver, and watched the other two for a hint of 
what to do. 


Gunshots rang out from somewhere on the floor. Sasha immediately 
got to her feet, locking the door and shutting down the lights as she 
drew the blinds on the door shut. Gabe stood behind her. He put a 
finger to his lips and gestured for Stan to join them. The sound of 
footsteps became audible in the adjoining hall. 


"Containment breach?" Gabe asked under his breath. 


Sasha shook her head as she peered through a crack in the blinds. 
Four figures in combat gear slowly crept down the hallway on alert. 
The one on point brandished a shot gun. Behind him the two 
intruders were armed with a pistol and an assault rifle, respectively. 
The figure taking up the rear was armed with a rifle as well. Each 
time they came to a room, they entered, and appeared to comb for 
inhabitants. Sasha relayed this information lowly, under her breath. 


"Who are they? Any markings?" Stan whispered. 


"Yeah, one's got a big neon sign that says GOC on it..." Sasha 
replied, shaking her head again. She then pressed a finger to her 
lips and backed away from the door. One of the intruders tested the 
knob forcefully, then became quiet. 


All three of the room's occupants let out a small sigh of relief. 
BANG 


The door kicked inward. 


Sasha immediately leveled her pistol, her arm recoiling in rapid 
succession as she repeatedly pulled the trigger. The man fell down 
as his shotgun clattered to the floor. She then leaned into the door 
frame, delivering more shots into her enemies, one of the riflemen 
falling to her assault. 


Sasha didn't have time to reload. Something akin to a bus hit her 
from behind, launching her through the air and across the hallway 
where she slammed into the opposite wall with a dull thud. Her ears 
rang as she tried to get her bearings, only to get hit again, and 
launched down the hallway as if she were a rag doll. 


Sasha coughed in pain as she looked up. The two remaining 
intruders approached, the rifleman keeping his weapon trained on 
her, while the man with the pistol held out a clenched fist with a faint 
blue light radiating from his palm. 


"This is Charlie Leader," the thaumatologist said into a mic. "We've 
captured Pol three, preparing..." 


A two shotgun blasts rang out in rapid succession, the rifleman 
slumping against the wall and the thaumatologist falling forward on 
top of Sasha. Gabe stood several yards away, weapon in hand. He 
breathed heavily for several moments as he looked between the two 
men he killed, then became pale and vomited. 


"My hero..." Sasha said with a painful laugh as she pushed the body 
off her, Stan arriving to lend her a hand up. 


Gabe nodded in agreement as he wiped his mouth. 
"What do we do now?" he asked. 


"Well, considering how we're a maintenance crewman, an 
accountant, and a Level 4 admin, we're going to find a new place to 
hide, and stay put. We're not exactly Alpha-9," Sasha answered, 
and reloaded her pistol. "Stan, grab one of those rifles, I'm assuming 
you've passed the basic training." 


"Uh... yes ma'am," Stan nodded, and went to fetch a weapon. 


"Where are the MTFs?" Gabe looked around. "Shouldn't Shaw be all 


over this? Or Creed?" 


"You'd think..." Sasha frowned. "Let’s hide first, then we can find out 
what the hell is going on..." 


Clarissa? It's Sasha. What was Jessie's nickname for you? 


Ms. Starling. Glad you are okay. What's going on? Where are you 
and the other MTFs? 


Gabe and | are holed up somewhere safe. No worries. 


Some kind of invasion. Armed strike teams. A crew went through the 
admin level on a personnel grab. I'm guessing Cl based on the 
hallmarks. 


Your guess is as good as mine. 
We have one of the maintenance crew with us. Hang tight, we'll see 
if we can get you guys out. Be ready to rock and roll. 


See you soon. 


The mission will involve five strike teams. Strike Team 
Alpha will be securing the captured Anderson Drones, 
and therefore will be the largest team. Strike Team Bravo 
will be securing a master copy of the AR Operating 
System within the Foundation Site Archives. Strike 


Teams Charlie and Delta will capture Persons of Interest 
from the Site-64 staff. Each team will enter through a 
different SC-60/106-13/060 portal here within Three 
Portlands. We have already negotiated safe passage 
into and out of the pocket dimension on the other side 
with like-minded inhabitants eager to see this blow dealt 
to the Foundation. However, these portals are currently 
under the protection of UIU agents. Strike Team Echo 
will ensure the portals remain under our control. 


Site-64 


Medium Security Storage Wing 


Researchers Conwell and Ferro reluctantly trudged forward, 
surrounded by the armed intruders who escorted them forcefully 
though the lower levels of Site-64. Along the way, they watched their 
captors gun down security personnel as they came across them, as 
well as the occasional maintenance crewman, or wayward scientist. 
Eventually, the entourage stopped at a door both Ferro and Conwell 
had been through many times during the course of their research. 


Robotics Storage 


"Open the door," the intruder they had come to know as Alpha 
Leader ordered. 


Conwell and Ferro looked at each other briefly, then both shook their 
heads. 


"We can't," Conwell replied. His eyes shifted to the ground where 
they remained locked. 


"Did that sound like a fucking request? Open the god damn door!"