This is mobile twenty-nine. We were right about this 
place. Oh, God, they got Vospur. | woke up yesterday 
and he was just gone, no note no body, nothing. They 
probably took him to the crates... I've got proof of what 
they're doing here, and | ran it through their machine. 
The fuckers a.... Shit, they're gonna find me. Twenty- 
nine requesting extraction, ASAP. <signal terminates 
abruptly> 


Following the receipt of this message, O5- ordered that Mobile 
Task Force Chi-1 ("Golden Retrievers") be sent to recover the 
Agents and any evidence they may have collected. Use of lethal 
force against employees of W P Haulage, or any other 
personnel attempting to interfere was approved. 


Upon arrival at the location, they found the warehouse that served 
as the company's HQ inexplicably abandoned, with little to no sign 
of use. On the lower level which housed the power and sewage 
infrastructure they found the body of Agent Byrd. The corpse was 


riddled with small puncture marks and heavily dehydrated, and the 
outer layers of skin had begun to disintegrate. Searching the body 
the team recovered a document written in an unknown script along 
with a small flash memory drive (see Addenda 1 and 2). Agent Liasi, 
leader of MTF Chi-1, ordered the body incinerated after samples of 
blood and skin tissue had been taken. 


Although the MTF performed a full sweep of the warehouse and 
surrounding areas, they found nothing of any note save for two 
heavily damaged metal cages, roughly 2m x 1mx1minsize, and 
returned to Site-19 to deliver their report. 


Addendum-1: The following pictures of the document recovered 
along with Agent Byrd's body (Document-WP-1) were taken by 
Agent Liasi at the scene of recovery. 


Whole document: 
Top (detail): 
Bottom (detail): 


The document is written in a script bearing little resemblance to any 
known reference samples, although superficial analysis does lend 
credibility to the hypothesis that it is a form of language. The glyph 
circled is labelled 'Seen this on crates’. It is theorized that the ‘crates’ 
referred to here and in the transmission are, or are related to, the 
metal cages found by MTF Chi-1. 


Addendum-2: The flash drive contained a file titled 
‘OUTPUT-3121.txt'. The contents of the file appear to be a machine 
translation of Document-WP-1. A copy is provided below. 


OUTPUT FILE 3121 

REQUESTED BY <ERROR NULL REFERENCE> 
KEY: <NO EQUIVALENT>, <NEQs - translation not 
possible, (?) - approximate or idiomatic translation 
TRANSLATED TEXT: 


Status of the second operation <NO EQUIVALENT> as 
of 99FG5. 

Processing of entities has accelerated, owing to an 
increased need for derivative 3. Approximately 1000 


entities have been processed this month(?), for an output 
of 130 <NEQ> of substance. 

Entity restraint and control continues to be a barrier to 
large scale production, especially given entities’ extreme 
resistance to <NEQ> bodily poisons. Substance 34 has 
proven somewhat effective in pacifying entities, however 
physical incapacitation using appendages still remains 
the primary method of control. 

Processors(?) are reminded that permanently pacifying 
entities is now a Level-16 offense due to current 
conditions. Entities are to be kept alive at all costs. For 
this purpose a delivery of Substance 91, a high-activity 
stimulant, will be made shortly. 

Processors are also warned not to come into contact 
with any fluid or solid exuded by the entities. Most are 
highly toxic and exposure can lead to death within 
minutes. Ensure that entities not being immediately 
taken for processing are fitted with the standard 
restriction devices to prevent any contamination. 
Furthermore processors should stand at least 60 <NEQ> 
away from entity processing equipment when active as 
poisonous substances are likely to leak, especially from 
seals 1 through 18. 

[DATA EXPUNGED] 

Several requests have been made for raw entities to be 
made available to beings on <NEQs>, in addition to the 
derivative. These requests are being assessed for 
feasibility. In this case further processors will be required 
and transport arrangements will be made. 


No subsequent activity has been detected at the warehouse in New 
York, nor have any more transmissions to [REDACTED] been 
detected. However, the Overseers are adamant that if these 
operations are continuing, terminating them is a top priority, as is 
recovering any items worthy of SCP classification. As such they 
have authorized raids, disguised as [REDACTED], on several similar 
businesses throughout North America as a preemptive measure. 


Incident TA-05-003- -1 


It was supposed to just be an ordinary training operation — you 
know, push an MTF out the side of a helo in some godforsaken 
clearing in a Foundation-owned reserve in The Middle Of Nowhere, 
Canada, with instructions to “locate and secure” some unknown 
anomalous something or other the eggheads back at Site-19 had 
cooked up. Of course, things didn't exactly go according to plan... 


Audio account of training mission by Corporal 
Burke. Length = 20 minutes, 19 seconds. 


+ Show Transcript 


| place this transcript here as a courtesy; | am 
generally of the opinion that audio dramas 
should be experienced by being heard, rather 
than being read. What follows is simply a 
reformatted version of the script used to create 
the work. -Hornby 


<Start of Transcript> 


BURKE (NARRATION): 

It was supposed to just be an ordinary training operation 
— you know, push an Em Tee Eff out the side of a helo in 
some godforsaken clearing in a Foundation-owned 
reserve in The Middle Of Nowhere, Canada, with 
instructions to “locate and secure” some unknown 
anomalous something or other the eggheads back at 
Site-19 had cooked up. These UAs — “unknown 
anomalies” — were supposed to stand in for some creepy 
crawly or thing-going-bump-in-the-night that we might 
encounter on a “real” mission. They were also supposed 
to be “mostly harmless.” In other words, challenging 
enough that if we screwed up, we’d end up in the 
infirmary — but not the morgue. Some of the older field 


operatives tell ghost stories of some really crazy shit 
going down when they first started doing these, but I’ve 
not met anyone in an Em Tee Eff that lost a teammate 
during a training session. At least, not that | know of; 
hard to tell what O5 might have covered up if things went 
REALLY badly. Something all of us tried not to think 
about — the potential to just end up a “name redacted” in 
some “data expunged” incident in a file gathering 
cobwebs in the Foundation archives. 


Anyway, this wasn’t my first time out on one of these little 
hunting expeditions, but it was my first time as a fireteam 
leader. My half of Second Squad had the wizards: Doc 
Brooks, Specialist Salazar, and Specialist Rigby. 
Corporal Fletcher had the heavy weapons and the 
shooters. And Staff Sergeant Myers. Myers had taken 
me aside after the briefing, told me that I’d be fine, 
everyone would be coming back in one piece, and if | 
screwed up, he’d shoot me. He was joking. Probably. No 
pep talk like a military pep talk. 


It was also my — our — first time at Training Area Five — 
we were only the third training op since they opened the 
place last year, having certified it as “anomaly free” after 
building a nice, thick, tall, wall with spotlights, barbed 
wire, and heavy machine guns around the perimeter. 
Must have cost a pretty penny, since TA5 is something 
like 200 square miles. 


Last in the list of “firsts” for this trip was our working with 
EVAN. The name apparently stands for Enhanced Virtual 
Adaptive Network. It, he, whatever, is an Al one of the 
researchers built to help the Em Tee Effs in the field. 
Apparently has all sorts of safeguards built in to keep it 
from deciding to take over the world or release 682 or do 
whatever robots do when they go insane. Salazar and 
Rigby didn’t trust EVAN; the Colonel did, though, and 
Hornby’s been around the block enough that | was willing 
take his word for it. 


According to the briefing, the UA had been encountered 


by some (fictional) campers on a fishing trip. Three of 
them had been killed by this thing; the only survivor had 
been out in one of the canoes. He described it as being 
about the size of a bear, with limbs like a wolf, and a face 
like something out of a horror movie. It was big, fast, and 
mean, he said. That's about all we knew. Just an 
ordinary training mission.... 


(sound of music playing over helicopter) 


BURKE: 
Everybody out! Go! Go! Go! 
(sound of helicopter flying off) 


EVAN: 

Corporal Burke, the campsite is two kilometers west of 
your current position. Be advised that Team One will be 
approaching the objective from the other side. Third and 
Fourth Squads are standing ready to assist in the 
takedown if necessary. 


BURKE: 
Understood. Burke out. 


SALAZAR: 
Beautiful night for a stroll, eh Rigby? 


RIGBY: 

Oh, yeah, Salazar. Dark forest, creepy owls, full moon, 
no wind, killer mutant monster wolfbear thing on the 
loose. 


SALAZAR: 
What could possibly go wrong? 


RIGBY: 
That should be our nickname: “Xi-13. What could 
possibly go wrong?” 


SALAZAR: 
I'll suggest that to the Colonel when we get back. 


and over a period of a few days becomes a new part of the object. 
Organic matter remains unaffected. SCP-882 is extremely resilient, 
with tensile strength and toughness above those of aircraft grade 
titanium alloy by weight, even though its composition appears to be 
a random alloy of iron, tin, gold, and other metals, some as of yet 
unidentified. Extreme, focused heat must be applied over several 
hours to cut even a small portion free of the main assembly. 


Persons remaining in the vicinity of the object for prolonged periods 
have developed auditory hallucinations while near the object, mainly 
the sound of grinding and clicking. The sound intensifies, and is 
abated only by throwing metal into the object. Subjects in advanced 
states of psychosis have thrown themselves into the object, resulting 
in almost instant death by crushing. The body is often drawn in, and 
impossible to recover. 


SCP-882 was recovered from a location at the north-east coast of 
Banks Island. Area was barren of all metal and metallic ore in a one 
mile radius. SCP-882 was found at the geometric center of the area. 
SCP-882 had become submerged in seawater at the time of 
discovery. A small town was found nearby, abandoned for several 
years. SCP-882 was removed, and shortly started to flake off rust, 
causing the varied parts to begin motion. After several accidents, Dr. 
Gears authorized SCP-2519 to be played on loop, which 
successfully reduced the object's motion, enabling safe access. 
SCP-882 was then cut down and contained on site. 


Note: SCP-882 is not to be brought into the vicinity of SCP-271 or 
any subject possibly contaminated by SCP-217. 


Addendum: Please review Interview 882-1 for further information. 


« SCP-881 | SCP-882 | SCP-883 » 


BURKE: 
Enough, you two. 


BROOKS: 
Can’t you guys ever go for five minutes without cracking 
jokes? 


SALAZAR: 
Oh, sure, Doc. All the time. 


RIGBY: 
We don’t talk in our sleep. 


BROOKS: 
Oy. 


SALAZAR: 
Besides, cracking jokes is definitely better than getting 
cracked in the head. 


RIGBY: 
Dr. Glass says it’s a “coping mechanism.” 


BURKE: 
Cut the chatter. 


SALAZAR: 
Come on, Corporal, lighten up. You know we’re good 
when the shit hits the fan. 


BURKE (NARRATION): 

Specialists Salazar and Rigby are quite the double act, 
always tiptoeing the line of acceptability and then 
gleefully jumping right over it. But Salazar was right, they 
were excellent operatives when things started 
happening, and their ridiculous jokes did make the night 
less spooky, even if it did sound like a bad comedy 
routine. | was glad Doc Brooks was with me — she’s 
levelheaded with the best of them and definitely a 
stabilizing influence. 


Anyway, about a kilometer from the El Zee, we came 


across something weird — something definitely not 
included in the briefing. 


RIGBY: 
(quietly and professionally) Corporal, structure, eleven 
o'clock. 


SALAZAR: 
(with equal quiet and professionalism) No signs of 
movement. 


BURKE (NARRATOR): 

It was an old, one-story structure. Concrete construction, 
probably reinforced. The walls extended off into the 
forest for farther than | could easily see, either with night 
vision or with my rifle’s flashlight. There was a single 
visible entrance: a rusted old door barely attached at the 
hinges. There were no windows in the walls. The dirt 
around the edge of the building was by no means fresh — 
it might have been years since something had disturbed 
it— but there were no weeds or vines growing at the 
base of the structure. 


Perhaps the strangest thing was the quiet. The woods 
aren't anywhere as noisy as movies make them out to 
be, but there is always at least a little noise. Crickets or 
frogs, the occasional owl. Here, there was nothing. 


| decided to call it in. 


BURKE: 
EVAN, this is Burke. We’ve located an unknown 
structure not on our maps. 


EVAN: 

| have accessed current satellite reconnaissance 
imagery of your current position. The structure covers 
approximately four zero thousand square meters. | have 
run an exhaustive search of the Foundation files relating 
to Training Area Zero Five and have found no data 
relating to such a structure or indicating its existence. 


BURKE: 
Are you sure? 


EVAN: 

Either | do not have access to the necessary files, or the 
Foundation has no electronic record of the structure. It is 
possible that there is a block in the system preventing 
me from accessing the relevant information, however this 
eventuality is unlikely as such a block would register in 
my search. Additionally, archival satellite imagery fails to 
show the structure, indicating it is new. | conclude there 
is an approximately seventy-nine percent chance the 
Foundation is unaware of the structure. 


BROOKS: 
(quietly) Certainly doesn’t look new. 


BURKE: 
EVAN, how old is the archival satellite imagery? 


EVAN: 

It is listed as having been taken as part of the training 
area certification process, which would indicate the 
imagery is no more than fifteen months old. 


BURKE: 
Hmmm. You recording this, EVAN? 


EVAN: 

That is correct, Corporal. | am recording all data from all 
members of Xi-13 as per my standard operating 
procedure. 


BURKE: 
Okay. Get me Colonel Hornby and Staff Sergeant Myers. 


HORNBY: 
Hornby speaking. 


MYERS: 
Myers here. 


BURKE: 

This is Burke. Team 2 has discovered a structure 
approximately one kilometer west from the El Zee. EVAN 
reports that it wasn’t here when the Foundation 
established TAS, but it looks like it’s been here for years. 
Requesting instructions, sirs. 


HORNBY: 
Myers, can you secure the primary objective without 
support from Team 2? 


MYERS: 
We'd be stretched pretty thin, sir. 


HORNBY: 

Corporal Burke, you’re the one on the ground. Is this 
structure anomalous enough to warrant diverting from 
your primary mission objective? 


BURKE (NARRATOR): 

Great. My first command decision and | had absolutely 
no idea what to do. Did | go with the mission, leaving the 
structure? Or did | let Team One handle the wolf-bear- 
thing and investigate? Why didn’t the Foundation issue 
us coins? | took a deep breath, and made my choice. 


BURKE: 
Sirs, we'll check out the structure. Something’s not right 
about it. 


HORNBY: 
Very well, Corporal. You have to trust your gut. Myers, I'll 
send you Squad Three to assist. 


MYERS: 
Roger. Out. 


HORNBY: 
Good luck, Corporal. Hornby out. 


BURKE (NARRATOR): 


And so, alone in the dark Canadian night, my team crept 
forward, and entered the structure, with no idea what 
might await us inside.