from the cracks causes by the explosions, now bonded 
to a corpse. I’m pretty sure it was beginning to do some 
form of working, but PROCNE promptly attacked the 
entity and bit its head off. TE was drained from the 
corpse while it was doing that. All the remaining children 
collapsed immediately after that. 


Results: 


PROCNE’s pilot tells me the TE’s being stored inside 
PROCNE for the moment. The remaining children are in 
a catatonic state, and are are currently being loaded onto 
the whirly with the corpse. 


Personnel Condition: 


A few bruises, but nothing serious. PROCNE’s shutdown 
right now; pilot says all power is currently going towards 
holding the TE. 


Conclusions/Recommendations: 


Judging by architecture and the presence of a recently 
disturbed grave, I’d say the structure the TE was trying to 
dig up is its tomb. There are markings on the floor, which 
suggest some kind of working. We should probably send 
some PSYCHE or ICSUT people over here to figure out 
what its plan was. 


As for the TE itself, we could potently lean something or 
other about the working and whatever system was used 
when it was living. All the same | think it would be better 
if we liquidated it. It clearly has a mind control thing going 
on and | don’t want it loose with access to coalition 
weaponry. 


I'd suggest the folks over at CAULATICA use the cover 
story of a serial killer or something for this whole mess. 


PROCNE did pretty well | think, all things considered. | 
mean sure we did have the Bone Suits and the 


SCP-651: Tissue-fusing virus 


Item #: SCP-651 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: Subjects infected with SCP-651 
are to be kept and treated in the secure medical wing of Site- . Any 
secretions of SCP-651 patients should be disposed of in the manner 
detailed in protocol 9913-B. Access to SCP-651 patients by non- 
medical personnel is subject to O5 approval. 


Description: SCP-651 is a highly contagious, human-infecting viral 
genus that causes the fusion of soft tissues. Usually first affecting 
the distal extremities, the effects of SCP-651 can be observed early 
in the form of webbing of the fingers and toes. SCP-651 spreads to 
affect the entire body, typically fusing the subject's thighs and cubital 
fossa, and eventually causing the mouth, ears, eyes, nostrils, and 
anus to seal completely. Subjects surviving into the late stages of 
SCP-651 are forced into a fetal position, the forehead eventually 
fusing with the knees. 


The fusion of tissues can be slowed, but not prevented, by the 
insertion of obstructions into the affected area. This can cause the 
infection to take effect on the areas surrounding the object. If left 
unattended, foreign objects can become enclosed in flesh. If cut 
open, fused tissues will reform and heal in the usual manner for 
human wounds. 


Notable cases of SCP-651 infection 


/ /  : With the help of SCP medical personnel, 51-year-old 
survived SCP-651 infection for three years and 8 months. 
was unable to communicate for 16 months prior to his death, 

due to complete fusion of limbs and gingiva. A tracheotomy was 
performed to allow to breathe during this time. 


Ghostbusters8, but we weren't prepared for any 
workings. Without PROCNE, we probably would've had 
to deal with a much more dangerous threat. If it matters, 
I'd say we'd have a lot more bodies to bury, and longer 
report to file. Send our regards to the engineering team. 


PSYCHE Records 


History of the Roc Project (cont.) 


J-CAED-02 succeeded in neutralizing the threat and was sent for 
Airbase Barcid Echo for a final checkup. After minor repairs, the 
drone was then transported to Airbase Gaulle Alfa for preparation for 
transport to Airbase Renegade Alfa for christening... 


Footnotes 

1. Citing the prevalence of raptors as protections within mythological 
and heraldic lore (i.e. the appearance of Ra, Heru-wer, and Heru-sa- 
Aset, the eagle’s place as the sacred bird to Zeus, the role of 
thunderbirds in most Haudenosaunee member’s mythology, etc.). 

2. Inspired by the mythological "Stymphalian Birds". 

3. Inspired by the Greco-Romanic deity Zeus/Jupiter/Jove’s power 
over lightning. 

4. A Coalition Anti-gravity Battleship. 

5. Post-Seventh Occult War operation, involving the search and 
destruction of escaped Nazi occultists (such as former members of 
the Thule Society and Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps) in Central and 
Southern America. 

6. An apparition bound to an area due to a need for some action to 
be completed ("unfinished business"). 

7. PHYSICS operative slang, taken fromGOC Threat Entity naming 
cryptonym conventions. 

8. Slang for standard anti-ectomorphic equipment. 


Transcript of Incident BL-7 Alpha 


Sparkplug: Assessment Team 735, comprising three 
members: Team leader "Bullfrog" (Sparkplug 1), 
marksman "Fartboy," (Sparkplug 2), driver "Kitten" 
(Sparkplug 3). 


Central: Central Command 


Sparkplug 1: Sparkplug to Central. Come in, over. 
Central: Sparkplug, this is Central. How do you read, over? 


Sparkplug 1: Reading loud and clear. We are beginning our 
approach to the target area, over. 


Central: Roger that, Sparkplug. Be advised that aerial 
reconnaissance reports the presence of a third party in the area. 
Best guess is that it's either a Foundation Task Force or a Chaos 
Insurgency cell. Best estimate on numbers: between four to twelve 
operators. You are not to engage unless fired upon. Please 
acknowledge, over. 


Sparkplug 1: Fuck. That's all we need. Goddamn it. Couldn't get an 
easy job just once in our fucking... unhh. Copy, Central. Beginning 
approach to target area now. Over. 


Central: Roger, Sparkplug. Oh, and uhh... be advised, your radio 
switch might be stuck or something. We'd love to give you an easy 
job for once in your fucking lives too. Over. 

Sparkplug 1: ... fuck. Thank you, Central. Out. Hey, Fartboy, help 
me fix this fucking thing, it's al-[transmission ends]. 


Sparkplug 1: Sparkplug to Central, come in, over. 


Central: Sparkplug, this is Central. Reading loud and clear, over. 


Sparkplug 1: Be advised, Central, we've made contact with the 
aforementioned third party. Looks like they've set up a roadblock 
across the main road leading to the target area. Official story is that 
the park is closed off for safety reasons after the recent 
thunderstorms. | think we managed to convince them we were just a 
couple of rednecks going hunting, though. Over. 


Central: Understood, Sparkplug. Were you able to determine who 
they were? Over. 


Sparkplug 1: Well, Central, there was a big white van behind the 
two "park rangers" with a logo reading "Sierra Conservation Project" 
on the side. You tell me. Over. 


Central: Heh. Got that. All right, Sparkplug, we'll proceed under the 
assumption that the strike team in the area are a Foundation 
Containment Team. Over. 


Sparkplug 1: Either that, or the Chaos Insurgency's decided to pull 
a fast one on us. Over. 


Central: Not their M.O. A group that calls themselves the 'Chaos 
Insurgency’ isn't really the type for subtlety. Still, Keep an eye out for 
anything odd. Over. 


Sparkplug 1: Roger. Will proceed to... hand me that map, 
Fartboy... all right. Ummm. Will proceed to grid reference... Charlie- 
Seven... by foot. We'll be leaving the Barrett with Three: if we get 
caught in one of their sweeps, it'll be kinda hard to convince these 
guys we're just a couple of lost hunters if we're carrying a mil-spec 
fifty-cal sniper rifle with us. ETA four hours. Over. 


Central: Roger, Sparkplug. Out. 


Sparkplug 1: Sparkplug to Central, come in, over. 
Central: Sparkplug, this is Central. Reading loud and clear, over. 


Sparkplug 1: Central, we have reached the Area of Operations. 


We're setting up our observation post now, then Fartboy and | will 
get a bite to eat. So far we have not seen a thing, except for a few 
deer and some rabbits. Will let you know if we see anything. 
Otherwise, we'll report back in at... 2100 hours, local time. Over. 


Central: Roger, Sparkplug. 2100 hours local time. Out. 


Sparkplug 1: Jesus Christ, I'm fucking starving. Let's see what I've 
got... fucking meatloaf? Godda-[transmission ends] 


Sparkplug 1: Sparkplug to Central. Come in, over. 
Central: Sparkplug, this is Central. Reading loud and clear, over. 


Sparkplug 1: We've got eyes on a probable threat entity... in grid 
reference... uhhh... Delta... Six. Clearing just south of the lake. 
Entity is approximately... what do you show that as, Fartboy? Two 
meters? 


Sparkplug 2: More like three. 


Sparkplug 1: Yeah. Entity is approximately three meters in length 
from muzzle to mid-torso. Streamlined body form, darker underbelly, 
pale back. Skin texture appears... slick and mottled. Kind of like a 
snake or a salamander. Break. 


Sparkplug 1: Two arms, strongly muscled, set behind a short neck. 
Big eyes... possibly nocturnal or cave-dwelling. Looks like a 
carnivore: big, sharp teeth with sharklike serrations. Some sort of 
quills or feathers coming out of the head. | don't see any claws, 
but... strike that. Entity has retractable claws in addition to 
manipulating hands. Break. 


Sparkplug 1: Be advised, entity is badly injured. Evidence of a 
second set of limbs: exposed, broken bone spurs sticking out above 
the shoulders. Possibly used to be wings. Entire lower half of body is 
missing, but intestines and viscera are visible. | am tentatively 
classifying it as a cryptid, rather than altered wildlife or NACL!. 
Please acknowledge. Over. 


Central: Roger, Sparkplug. You have eyes on a possible threat 


entity: initial classification is Cryptid. Approximately three meters in 
length, assumed carnivorous due to serrated teeth and retractable 
claws. Possibly nocturnal or cave-dweling. Streamlined body, 
mottled skin, slick texture, darker underbelly, pale back. Severely 
injured, with possible severed wings. Entire lower half is missing, 
viscera and intestines visible. Over. 


Sparkplug 1: That's correct, Central. Sparkplug 2 will upload 
photographs short—. 


Sparkplug 2: I've got movement, Bullfrog. 
Sparkplug 1: Wait one, Central. 


Sparkplug 1: All right, Central. We've got a... looks like a... yeah, 
definitely a bear... approaching the threat entity. Threat entity is... 
ooh. Yeah. Threat entity has just attacked and killed a... looks like 
an adult black bear. Yeah, I'm going to second Fartboy's estimate. 
Definitely—. 


Sparkplug 2: Not bad work for a thing with its legs torn off. 
Sparkplug 1: Turn off your comm, Fartboy. You're on the channel. 
Sparkplug 2: Oops. Sorry. 


Sparkplug 1: All right. Saying again: Entity has just attacked and 
killed an adult black bear and is now feeding on it. Confirmed it as a 
carnivore. Over. 


Central: Roger, Sparkplug. Do you think you can retrieve the threat 
entity? Over. 


Sparkplug 1: [exhales] I'm going to have to say no, Central. It's just 
too damn big for the two of us to carry out. Might be able to get 
some tissue samples though. Over. 


Central: Acknowledged. Your call, Sparkplug. Over. 


Sparkplug 1: Acknowledged. Stand by. Hey, Fartboy, you think you 
can take this thing down? ... yeah, | know. I'd rather have the Barrett 
right now too, but we don't, so we should do the best we can with 


what we've got... yeah. Heart shot is out. Can't see us getting a 
round through that huge ribcage. Through the eye, then. Nice, big 
target. All right. You shoot, I'll spot. Sparkplug to Central. We're 
gonna see if we can kill this thing, then we'll head down there and 
try to get you guys some tissue samples. Over. 


Central: Acknowledged, Sparkplug. Also, uhhh... be advised your 
radio switch seems to still be sticking. Out. 


Sparkplug 1: Fuck, is it still doing that? I'm gonna kick Kim's ass 
when | get back home, issuing me a broken piece of sh- 
[transmission ends]. 

Sparkplug 1: — how's it look? 

Sparkplug 2: [muffled, indistinct]. 

Sparkplug 1: Well, don't shoot, then. 


Central: Dammit, not again. Central to Sparkplug, be advised your 
radio switch is stuck again. Please acknowledge, over. 


[extended silence. ] 

Central: Sparkplug, this is Central, please come in, over. 
[extended silence.] 

Central: Sparkplug, this is Central, fix your damn mic, over. 
[extended silence.] 

Central: Fuck it, | give up. 

[extended silence.] 

Sparkplug 2: [muffled, indistinct]. 

Sparkplug 1: ... all right, shoot it. 


[gunshot.] 


Sparkplug 1: Nice. Clean hit, straight through the eye— oh fuck! 
He's not happy! RUN! 


[movement, hurried running. ] 
Sparkplug 1: Aaaah, fuck! 
[breaking branches, loud thumping. ] 


Sparkplug 1: Aaaaaah, fucking shit, my fucking back, goddamn it... 
I'm fine, I'm fine, just... just need a moment. Is it still chasing us? 


Sparkplug 2: [muffled, indistinct]. 


Sparkplug 1: Fucking hell. Aaaaaah... stupid stupid stupid... 
goddamn it, | know better than that. Shit shit sh-[transmission ends]. 


Sparkplug 2: Central, this is Sparkplug, come in, over. 


Central: Sparkplug, this is Central. We just heard a gunshot, 
followed by Bullfrog shouting in pain. What the hell just happened, 
over? 


Sparkplug 2: What? Oh. His fucking radio must have gotten stuck 
again. Uhhh... yeah, mission report follows. We successfully 
infiltrated the target area undetected and made visual contact with a 
wounded threat entity. We then decided to kill the target and retrieve 
tissue samples. Initial shot penetrated the eye and entered the 
braincase. However, the threat entity proceeded to attack the team, 
necessitating a quick withdrawal. Break. 


Sparkplug 2: During the process of withdrawing, Bull, umm, tripped 
over a Sapling and fell. He's fine, but he tweaked his back pretty bad 
and sprained his ankle. Please advise, over. 


Central: Acknowledged, Sparkplug. Please clarify: you shot this 
thing through the eye, and it turned and charged you? Over. 


Sparkplug 1: Central, this is Bull: that's correct. Thing had a good 
bit of its brain blown out and it still tried to kill us. Would advise 
coming back with heavier weaponry before we try to take it down 


again. Anyway, it's gone back to chewing on that dead bear carcass 
now. Over. 


[extended silence] 


Central: All right, Sparkplug, bring it in. Start heading to the highway 
at grid reference India-Four, we'll exfil you from there. Sparkplug 
three, do you copy, over? 


Sparkplug 3: Central, Three. ETA 1 hour. Will update. Three out. 
Central: Sounds good, Three. This is Central, out. 


Sparkplug 1: Acknowledged, Central. Sparkplug One Out. Well, this 
turned out to be a clusterfuck, didn't it? Can't believe | tripped over a 
fucking tr—{transmission ends]. 


Footnotes 
1. Non-Autocthonic Lifeform 


"Vigil" 


"The Coalition Memorial consists of three underground facilities. The 
first is the outer museum, in which a number of relics and 
memorabilia important to the Coalition are preserved and displayed. 
The second is the Alpha Mausoleum: a set of four empty sarcophagi 
reserved for the remains of the first Coalition Strike Team, in 
anticipation of the day when they shall be returned to us and laid to 
rest in their proper place. The third is the Grid, the Coalition's 
columbarium, in which the cinerary urns or relics of every fallen 
Coalition Operative is stored.