For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine 
have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to lc 
they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore 
faileth me. 


Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me: O Lord, make hast 
me. 


Let them be ashamed and confounded together that see 
soul to destroy it; let them be driven backward and 
shame that wish me evil. 


Let them be desolate for a reward of their shame thé 
me, 


POI-35233 pauses. Heavy breathing is heard. 


Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in 
such as love thy salvation say continually, The Lorc 
magnified. 


But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon 
art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my 


The sound of a gun being loaded. Broadcast ends. 
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< | Double E | DNM| Seven Vignettes From The Life Of Mackenzie 
Lee-Crook > 


Footnotes 
1. Per the Conet Policy, all known shortwave numbers stations have 
been automatically logged in Foundation databases since 1998. 


Seven Vignettes From The Life Of Mackenzie Lee-Crook 


< The Hyacinth Hymnal | DNM| Operation Cannery Row: Excerpts 
from the Foundation Regional Print Media Archive > 


1. Visions Of Sugared Pastry Cooked Up 
In Clarified Butter 


The smell of sweet tea steeping gave the whole house a syrupy, 
calming fragrance. Grandma's was always full of the kind of senses 
that stuck in your head for days, that you took back into the real 
world with you. The smell of the sweet tea and the sound of wind 
chimes kept Mackenzie from crying when she felt alone. None of the 
people at school knew about this. They were all so far away from 
this place in the Laurel Hill woods. 


Here, she rolled dice of hewn stone to predict the weather. Here, 
she drank fresh-squeezed lemonade that sparked and popped with 
the flavor of electricity. Here, she tossed written prayers into the fire 
and read answers in the smoke and ash. They were all the same 
prayer, really. To leave the world of the mundane, the world of her 
parents and her grades and getting pushed over on the playground, 
to leave it behind. To live in this world, glimpsing the Everything 
Under Everything and taking over the little well-decorated 
downstairs shop. There, her Grandma — frail and old but with a fire 
in her eyes and a collection of hats to make any churchgoer jealous 
— entertained Governors, foreigners, executives, pouring tumblers 
of bourbon with single fat ice cubes. They were there for her 
collection, "the finest of magic objects in the whole South," she 
always said. 


Some British men showed up more than once. Almost a dozen times 
over the summer, they came, holed up in the shop for hours of talks. 


Mackenzie spent those days alone, rolling her dice, thinking about 
the things to come. 


"This contract is an agreement between Florence 
Crook, The Marshall, Carter & Dark Acquisitions, 
Imports and Exports Corporation - New York Branch 
(hereafter referred to as Marshall, Carter & Dark) and 
The Seven Society." 


2. Don't Expect Them To Thank Or Forgive 
You 


Why in the name of Hell am | here? was all Mackenzie could think to 
herself, leaned against the wall, punch in hand, as some horrible 
Beastie Boys song blared over the too-loud speakers. She made the 
critical error of not wearing waterproof mascara, but she wasn't 
expecting it to hurt so bad to look at Lisa, hair done up, makeup 
perfect, dancing raucously with the Clemson-bound senior 
quarterback. 


She wasn't expecting to spend her senior prom thinking only of the 
past, but the memories wouldn't let her be, they hadn't since she 
went away. The first secret hand-holding under the table at lunch. 
The long afternoons Mackenzie spent helping Lisa fill her Lisa Frank 
notebook with spells, incantations, and sketches. The scandalous 
rush of kissing the cheer captain behind the risers on some starry 
Friday night after a Bulldogs game. 


The good memories always came with company. Her sudden 
disappearance at winter break. The night Mackenzie drove the three 
miles to her house in the cold December night and threw pebbles at 
Lisa's window. The hope when she showed her face in the window, 
the feeling of it coming crashing back to earth when she whispered, 
shuddering. "My father. He knows. About everything. He read my 
notebook, Mac." 


No more phone calls. No more kisses beneath the bleachers. No 
more interwoven spells and locked hands. 


Just her. Walking out of the hall alone, after watching her first love 


kiss the prom king. Thank God for graduation. 


"Under the terms of this agreement, after the death or 
retirement of Florence Crook, her grand-daughter 
Mackenzie-Lee Crook will assume responsibility for 
Acquisitions, Imports and Exports (as defined in §A912) 
for the Seven Society in Florida." 


3. The Fellowship Of Hell 


Mackenzie's roommate came back to the dorm, still groggy from her 
morning class. She stepped into the room and her sleepy eyes, for a 
moment, didn't perceive the difference. But she snapped into 
attention when she saw the bottom bunk was stripped bare. 
Mackenzie's half of the closet was cleared out, and her desk was 
bare but for a handwritten note. She picked it up. "Dropped out. 
Sorry." 


Poem For My Grandmother On The Occasion Of Her 
Death by ML-C 


It was two weeks before your ninety-forth Birthday and 
You "slipped the surly bonds of earth and touched the 
face of God" 

(As they say) 


Peggy Noonan didn't know a lot of things, and one was 
that 
you already had. 


That in the hawthorn-breaks on your tiring-house The 
Holy Ghost rushed in to 
finish your work. 


But even Godlike reason and capability 


can't quite beat a Crook when there's 
work to be done. 


4. (Both Of Us Do) 


After months of asking her to get a drink after every meeting of the 
Southern United States Extranormal Organization Cooperation 
Treaty Enactment Task Force (because you couldn't get more than 
three Foundation and U.S. government people in a room without a 
long acronym spontaneously appearing), Mackenzie was mostly 
doing it for the running gag at this point. So when the relatively cute 
Foundation press officer said "yes," it caused a nontrivial amount of 
surprise. 


When she actually showed up at The Bull (and on time, even), it was 
an even bigger one. After three or four gin fizzes, though, nothing in 
the world was capable of surprising her, she figured. They walked 
out in the muggy Gainesville night, laughing and leaning on each 
other for support. When they got to Kate's door, she got a look in her 
eyes Mackenzie couldn't recognize. 


"Listen, I," the anxious Kate, with the stammering and the wavering 
voice, was back, "this was tremendous, you're really special. I'm 
engaged." Mackenzie narrowed her eyes and almost wanted to 
laugh. | guess there was still a way to surprise her. Kate continued. 
"| mean...| was. Years ago. Anne. She thinks I'm dead. Fuck, | don't 
even know why I'm telling you this, it's not —" 


Mackenzie put her pointer finger to Kate's lips and stared right in at 

her eyes. She gave the girl whose doorstep she was standing ona 

long kiss, feeling the warm hum of the alcohol, hearing the sound of 
crickets. She pulled away after ages. 


"We've all lost people, Kate. You don't get into this game we're in 
without something being a bit fucked up with your story." Kate 
smirked, a bit sadly, at that. Mackenzie laughed. "So, am | coming in 
or not?" 


5. | Double E, Con't 


When she opened her eyes, everything was blurry. Trusses and 
towers of light, pure and white, surrounded them. They were the 
only things visible in the buzzing dark. Kate was feeling falling-down 
drunk, like her thoughts worked but her limbs weren't quite on the 
same page, moving slowly and then all at once. She stumbled and 


Mackenzie held her up for support. 
"Where the hell are we?" Kate asked, slurring. 


"The Everything Under Everything. Points of light. Come with me." 
She seemed totally unaffected by the disorienting surroundings. 
"There's stuff here you can't quite see yet. But you can see the exits. 
This is how my people get around." 


Kate looked up, questioningly. "Marshall, Carter and Dark?" 
Mackenzie made a derisive noise with her breath. "No, not those 
morons. My people, of which you are one, now, if you'd like to be. 
When you're walking outside and there's a breeze that lasts just a 
second, rustling the leaves with surprising force, you know that 
thing?" 


"Yeah." 


"Someone's traveling via leyline, right through you. Here. Hold tight." 
Mackenzie felt Kate complying with her request as she pulled her 
into one of the pillars of light. Blinded for a second, they blinked their 
eyes and saw a full moon reflected on the waters of the Gulf. The 
two of them could see the glowing line of fireflies, floating out over 
the water into the horizon. 


Kate collapsed into the sand, exhausted. Mackenzie sat down to 
hold her there. "Welcome to Horseshoe Beach. | used to go here all 
the time as a little girl. That leyline goes straight over the water to 
Panacea." 


Kate's eyes flashed with recognition at the phrase. "There used to 
be a church here." Mackenzie nodded in recognition. "Yeah, there 
was. My people did some foul, evil things before figuring out the 
right way to go." 


"Mac...Who are your people, exactly?” There was a hint of fear in 
Kate's voice. 


"Do you love me, Kate?" 


"Of course. Every day.” 


"Will you, no matter what?" 
"Yes." Silence for a few seconds. "Who are your people?" 


"The Order of the Hyacinth." The words floated in the air. Kate 
closed her eyes and leaned into Mackenzie's embrace, listening to 
her heart racing. They sat, no sound but the lapping of the waves, 
for a very long time. 


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7. We Are Cursed 


Glass broke with another bullet, raining over the heads of the two 
women crouched below it. Mackenzie finished reciting her verse into 
the radio. "Thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O 
my God." If she was going to die, she was going to die broadcasting 
the word of the Lord, for Christ's sake. 


Kate, bruise on her face and a tear in her suit-jacket sleeve, pistol 
almost empty, whispered frantically to her. "Hey, not that | don't 
appreciate the poetry of the fucking shortwave suicide note but you 
are all sorts of fucking magic. | am not going to die in Goddamn ass- 
fucking Dixie County. Find a fucking leyline and let's teleport out of 
here." 


"| need a dried flower, an hour of time, and leylines aren't every—" 


More gunshots. A scream. Who knows how many they had left. "I 
love you, Mac, and | need you to improvise. Quickly.” 


Mackenzie, eyes wide, searched around the shack they were holed 
up in. Her eyes settled back on her partner. 


"And | love you, Kate, but you really can't pull off a pocketsquare." 


SCP-622: Desert in a Can 


Item #: SCP-622 
Object Class: Safe Euclid. 


Special Containment Procedures: All cans and containers of 
SCP-622 are to be immediately transferred to Site 16. The formula 
for SCP-622 must be contained from the public by any means 
necessary. Any commercial trade of products containing SCP-622 
should be documented and preferably intercepted before delivery. 
Any persons/organizations in possession of SCP-622 are to be 
taken in for questioning. 


Handling SCP-622 will require seal-proof gloves, hand lotion, and at 
least one (1) canteen of water per personnel present. 


In the event of a containment breach, the immediate area affected 
by SCP-622 is to be quarantined for no less than twenty-four (24) 
hours and hosed down with regular water shortly after. 


Addendum 622-1: In light of Tests 622-1 through 622-3, all future 
testing of SCP-622 must take place outside of Site 16’s air 
circulation system. 


Addendum 622-2: SCP-622 is not to be used outside under any 
circumstances. Additional containment procedures are only 
available to Security Level 4 Personnel and above, as per Protocol 
[REDACTED]. 


Description: SCP-622 is the chemical composition [DATA 
EXPUNGED}], also known as - , developed by the 
Chemical Company under the trade name “Desert in a Can”. 
SCP-622 was originally marketed as a security aid for large 
businesses to incapacitate intruders in a similar vein to tear gas or 
pepper spray. According to Chemical Company, SCP-622 also 
doubled as a cleaning agent and insecticide, but due to its 


She yanked the stupid floral-patterned cloth out of Kate's jacket 
pocket. The spirits better be feeling generous today, Mackenzie 
thought, flicking open her lighter. The fabric caught flame, smoke 
making waves, finding nothing. 


Kate looked on the verge of tears. "No line?" 


"No." Mackenzie had never tried what she was about to try. But as 
the noise of assault rifles got closer, now was not the time for 
precedent. "But I'm improvising." She grabbed Kate's hand and 
looked at her. "Think very intently about somewhere very safe. Also, 
I'm very sorry for what I'm about to do." 


She pressed Kate's hand right into the heart of the flame. She 
screamed. Everything went white. 


They snapped back into reality with an ear-piercingly loud crack and 
fell in a heap on hardwood floor. They were inside a house. Snow 
was piled outside the window. They were far away from Florida. The 
two of them were covered in cuts, like they'd jumped through a 
window. Kate's hand looked horrible. But the look on her face was 
worse. 


"Oh god. Oh god. Mackenzie, | didn't have time to think, | didn't 
mean to —" 


Mackenzie didn't have to ask what she meant. Because a woman 
was descending the stairs, looking at Kate like she was seeing a 
ghost. 


All the breath went out from Kate's body. "Anne." 
2 | é | _ 


< The Hyacinth Hymnal | DNM| Operation Cannery Row: Excerpts 
from the Foundation Regional Print Media Archive > 


Operation Cannery Row: Excerpts from the Foundation's 
Regional Print Media Archive 


< Seven Vignettes From The Life Of Mackenzie Lee-Crook | DNM | 
An Overview of Foundation Journals Published in May 2017, So You 
Can Remember How Fucking Lucky We Were Then > 


OPERATION CANNERY ROW 


Keeping Our Friends Close, Whether They Like 
It Or Not 


As part of our continued effort to ensure our partners in 
SUSEOCT (Southern United States Extranormal 
Organization Cooperation Treaty) are maintaining 
integrity and the safety and security of the American 
populace are protected, the FBI's UIU maintains 
information regarding our operational partners in the 
extranormal containment sphere. Our efforts to monitor 
the SCP Foundation comprise Operation Cannery Row. 


The following documents were recovered from Unusual 
Incident 24,122 (UI-24122), in which a filing cabinet 
originally located in Foundation Regional Headquarters 
in Gainesville, Fla. soontaneously appeared in a UIU 
facility in Omaha, Neb. on Aug 14, 20 . The filing cabinet 
contained a portion of the Foundation's Regional Print 
Media Archive, containing newspaper clippings, 
advertisements, flyers and other print media the 
Foundation confiscated, censored or otherwise removed 
from public view in North Florida. The filing cabinet and 
most of its contents were heavily damaged in the 
Unusual Incident, leaving only 558 documents at least 


partially readable. 


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An Overview of Foundation Journals Published in May 
2017, So You Can Remember How Fucking Lucky We 
Were Then 


< Operation Cannery Row: Excerpts from the Foundation's Regional 
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From: Titus Solowski (focs.dleif.253/