His eyes were locked with Emma's, and the grip on her wrist was 
fierce. Suddenly, Emma was pulled bodily away, and two guards 
pushed past her and fired their tasers. Emma watched in dismay at 
Jayden, convulsing pitifully on the floor, before the third guard 
escorted her from the room. Mike had already been marched 
outside, and was standing before a tall man whom Emma 
recognised from her safety briefings as the head of site security. 


"| don't know what the hell you think you were doing," he said, stern- 
faced. 


Emma glanced across at Mike, trying to work out what to say. 


The head of security continued. "Nevertheless, you had clearance. 
Just try to take more precautions with the humanoid skips in future. 
You're lucky | happened to come down here, Agent Carter - | have a 
message for you. Your task force wants you to join them in Texas 
for an operation they're planning there. Report to Logistics at 1900." 


"Really?" The rest of Mike's face looked like he could hardly believe 
it, but his smile showed his elation. "Thank you, sir!" 


"You're welcome, agent." The security director nodded, and turned 
to leave. 


Emma couldn't believe that she was about to lose another friend. 
She tried not to show it in her voice. "That's great, Mike - I'm sure 
you'll be brilliant." 


"Thanks Emma," said Mike, "but I'm sorry to be -" 


"Emma?" said the security director, stopped halfway down the 
corridor. "Emma Stark?" 


"Uh, yes." Emma felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. 


"Just who | was about to go looking for. The site director would like a 
word with you. Could you come with me please." 


Emma felt resignation start to wash over her, only to be swept aside 


by a sudden wave of scalding anger. 


"No! | won't 'come with you please’. 


"Emma, are you okay?" Mike's look of concern just made Emma 
angrier. 


"I'm not okay, Mike! I've had enough. Enough of getting dragged 
away from skips by a bunch of site security with tasers. Enough of 
meekly going where someone tells me to go, answering questions 
and being patronised. Enough of being told scraps of information 
about my project!" 


The security director was walking slowly towards her with palms 
raised, but Emma continued, heedless. "| don't need to be rescued. | 
don't need to be someone's research assistant. | need to find out 
what's going on - and I'm going to! If you'll excuse me..." She turned 
and walked off. 


Over her shoulder, Emma heard Mike and the security director call 
after her. She didn't stop, or turn, simply marching away and calling 
out "So you can tell the Site Director that he can go -" 


And that's when the tasers hit. 


The Musical Suspects 


« Pattern Breaker | Hub | Counterpoint » 


Mobile Task Force Eta-11 


"Savage Beasts" 


Operation Impromptu - Background 
briefing 


Operation Impromptu was one of a series of Foundation operations 
launched following Incident 932/339-G, and the subsequent theft of 
SCP-012 from containment. Foundation resources were mobilised to 
recover the anomaly and apprehend the party responsible for the 
containment breach. 


Several parallel operations were launched involving raids on Chaos 
Insurgency and MC&D targets. Command was advised of the 
likelihood that anartists may have been responsible for the incident, 
or have knowledge that would assist the investigation. Mobile Task 
Force Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts") was engaged to capture a number 
of musical anartist suspects for questioning. 


Recovery logs from these missions will be added below upon 
completion. 


+ Phase 1 - Theme and Variations (Allegretto con moto) 


Operation Impromptu: Phase 1 


MTF Involved: Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts") 
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada 
Objective: Apprehend Pol-2578 


Results: Agent Hennessey successfully apprehended 
Pol-2578. Commander Richards and Agents Zhao and 
Dee lost radio contact with Mobile HQ, and were 
reported missing at the scene. 


The missing agents later reported having found 
themselves in an extra-dimensional space, characterised 
by non-Euclidian geometry. The environment was devoid 
of details other than ladders and platforms in the form of 
musical staves. When in contact with these staves, notes 
materialised in the form of any musical piece of which 
the agents were thinking. The notes were formed of 
superheated plasma, requiring evasive action to avoid 
injury. 


The agents made progress across the platforms, 
climbing up towards a doorway assumed to form an exit. 
Commander Richards reported that the team found it 
difficult to determine the appropriate music of which to 
think, with Baroque and Classical forms characterised by 
a dangerous abundance of notes. Agent Zhao was 
almost lost when accidentally thinking of Bach's Toccata 
and Fugue in D Minor, avoiding injury only by leaping to 
another stave. 


Agent Dee eventually enabled more rapid progress, by 
suggesting music characterized by a repeating ostinato 
in the high register, leaving the majority of the stave 
open for travel (viz Guns 'n' Roses "Sweet Child 'o 
Mine"). With this development, the team was able to 
reach the exit, and were transported back to the location 
of Agent Hennessey and Pol-2578. 


Foundation support forces were unable to access the 
pocket dimension described by Eta-11 agents. 


Interrogation of the suspect produced no information 
regarding SCP-012. Pol-2578 denied having created the 
spatial anomaly, claiming to have "purchased" it from 
Pol-1142. Search for Pol-1142 commenced. 


+ Phase 2 - Elegy (Pianissimo et meno mosso) 
Operation Impromptu: Phase 2 

MTF Involved: Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts") 

Location: [REDACTED] County, California 

Objective: Investigate unauthorized activity in SCP-1638 


Results: Pol-463 (Charles Mace) found within the 
restricted area, apprehended and contained for 
questionning. One instance of SCP-2402 recovered at 
the scene. Logs unavailable due to mission parameters. 
Post-engagement report awaited. 


+ Phase 3 - Finale (Cantabile con brio) 
Operation Impromptu: Phase 3 
MTF Involved: Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts") 
Location: 280km from Lubbock, Texas 
Objective: Apprehend Pol-1142 

<begin log> 

Mobile HQ: Time to target, 3 minutes. 


Alpha: Team, we will have oversight from HQ 
on this engagement, so | expect formality. 
Please use your assigned designations, rather 
than names. 


20 minutes 


25 minutes 


30 minutes 


35 minutes 


the healing 
process.” 
Subject was 
alerted that he 
may be suffering 
from a staph 
infection. Subject 


Subject's finger 
continued to swell, 
and a small 
amount of pus 
began to leak from 


simply ignored the the wound. 


observers. 


Subject was 

offered medical 
attention for his 
wound. Subject 


denied and, again, 


claimed he was 
“Just fine.” 
Subject began to 


Subject seemed 
irritated when 
taking off the strip. 
Subject began to 
secrete fluids from 
the wound, which 
leaked through the 
strip. Swelling 
noted to 
accelerate. 
Swelling and 


become distressedmoisture on 
due to his constantsubject's skin 


observation. 
Requested to be 
alone. (Denied) 


caused the strip of 
SCP-690 to fall off. 
The strip was 
reapplied, and 
subject's finger 
was wrapped with 
gauze. 


Subject was askedN/A 


to take the 
bandage off, to 
which he refused. 
Observers alerted 
subject that he 
would be 
terminated if he 
did not comply. 
Subject continued 
to refuse. An 
observer had to 


Mobile HQ: Comms check. Alpha? 
Alpha: Copy. Five by five. 

Mobile HQ: Bravo? 

Bravo: | read you, Base. 

Mobile HQ: Charlie? 


Charlie: Yes indeed! Man, this is going to be 
exciting! 


Alpha: Charlie, no chatter. 
Charlie: Yes sir. 


Delta: The kid's just excited, sir. Don't blame 
him - it's his first ever off-site action. 


Mobile HQ: Delta. 


Delta: Yes, yes - you're clear. And can | just 
say to whoever at base assigned me "Delta" - | 
hope you still find it funny with my foot up your 
ass. 


Mobile HQ: Um, Echo? 
Alpha: You're getting a thumbs up, Base. 


Mobile HQ: Great. Uh, it's good that the voice- 
to-text is coming up on your visor, Echo. Can 
you give us a verbal to check your mic? 


Echo: Hello! 
Charlie: Argh! 
Bravo: Woah, not so loud, H. 


Mobile HQ: Yeah, the mics are pretty 
sensitive, so a little softer please. 


Echo: Sorry. 


Alpha: Squad, form up. We're walking the rest 
of the way. Two and two, Delta take point. 


Mobile HQ: Okay, so today you're grabbing 
Pol-1142. Intel says he has a known interest in 
anomalous music, especially electronic. 
Probably has some paratech. And apparently 
he has been gathering a bit of an orchestra 
there. The drone is tracking around thirty heat 
signals in the compound up ahead, so you'll 
want to be careful. 


Alpha: Affirm. Squad, resonators to sub-sonic. 


Mobile HQ: The drone has eyes on thermal 
for you, but we won't have sonar if you're using 
resonators. Other than that, it's your show. 
Quick and quiet. You should be coming up to 
the property now. 


Alpha: Roger. No fences. Multiple buildings. 
Lots of cover in the surrounds. 


Charlie: It's a junkyard in there. 
Delta: It's a maze. No line of sight. 


Mobile HQ: | have movement from the largest 
building. 


Bravo: Visual contact. Two... 
Charlie: What the hell? 
Mobile HQ: What are you seeing? 


Delta: We have two, no three Freddie 
Mercurys coming from the barn. 


Mobile HQ: Confirm, squad - | don't think we - 


Alpha: Delta's right, Base. Three identical 
individuals from the barn, and two more from 
the main house. All appear to be Freddie 
Mercury. 


Echo: Movement. Stiff. 


Alpha: Copy that. Base, this is no cult 
orchestra. 


Delta: What the Commander means, Base, is 
that intel fucked up. This guy isn't gathering an 
orchestra, he's building an army of robots. 


Charlie: Robot Freddie Mercurys. Let's not 
forget that part. 


Bravo: Uh, is that - are those tanks of 
industrial acid on their backs? 


Mobile HQ: Alpha, we have more heat 
signatures on the move. 


Alpha: See the pipes coming out of the 
mouths? We should assume the acid's a 
weapon. 


Charlie: Seriously? 


Delta: We're made. Two near the tractor, 
coming our way. 


Mobile HQ: Alpha, pull back. Your squad isn't 
equipped for this. We'll get Nu-7, come back 
later. 


Alpha: If we come back later, there won't be 
anyone here to get. 


Mobile HQ: Commander, we have no idea 
what - 


Charlie: Guys, what's that group by the 
stables doing? 


Bravo: That looks like a projectile weapon! 
Alpha: Incoming! Scatter! 

<sounds of running, loud detonation> 
Mobile HQ: Alpha, report! 

<silence - 30 seconds> 


Mobile HQ: We didn't see any explosion on 
the thermals, but you have hostiles moving 
towards your positions. Do you copy? 


<silence - 15 seconds> 


Mobile HQ: Squad, do you copy? What's 
going on? 


Bravo: ... can anybody ... 


Mobile HQ: Bravo! You're cutting out. What is 
your status? 


Bravo: Can anybody find me? 


Mobile HQ: Bravo, we read you. Uh, are you 
okay? 


Bravo: Somebody. 


Mobile HQ: Bravo - it, um, it sounds like 
you're singing. | think there's something wrong 
with your radio. 


Bravo: Radio ga-ga. 
Charlie: All we hear is radio ga-ga. 


Mobile HQ: | don't understand what you're 


saying. 
Alpha: All we hear is ... Quee-een! 


Mobile HQ: Is that what the projectile weapon 
did? 


Charlie: It's a kind of magic. 


Mobile HQ: So they have anomalous 
weaponry. Alpha, get your team out of there. 


Alpha: One mission. 

Mobile HQ: Alpha, you're scattered around 
the property, separated with no line of sight, 
and you can't communicate with each other by 
radio. 

Alpha: It's so easy when you know the rules. 


Mobile HQ: Alpha, you can't take on so many 
hostiles like this. 


Alpha: Here we stand or here we fall. 
Mobile HQ: This is an order. 

Alpha: Don't stop me now. 

Mobile HQ: Get your squad out. 
Alpha: Will not let you go. 

Mobile HQ: Get them out! 

Alpha: Will not let you go. 


Mobile HQ: For the last time, you are 
disobeying a direct order to - 


Echo: No! No! 


Charlie: No! No! 
Delta: No! 
Bravo: No! 
Alpha: No! 


Mobile HQ: Well, I'm noting for the record that 
- Charlie, Delta! Hostiles on your four! 
<sounds of spraying liquid, sizzling metal, 
running> 

Delta: Gotta get out! 

Charlie: Just gotta get right out of here! 


Mobile HQ: Charlie and Delta are under fire. 
Can anyone support? 


Bravo: Under pressure. 


Echo: Momentarily out of action, temporarily 
out of gas. 


Delta: On your back, but don't look behind! 


Mobile HQ: Everyone's pinned down. | told 
you, the subsonics from your resonators won't 
affect the androids. 


Alpha: Gotta get me a game plan. 
Echo: If | could only reach you! 
Bravo: Can't see a way out! 
Alpha: Be cool, relax! 

Mobile HQ: Alpha, | can't get you 


reinforcements for another twenty minutes. I'm 
sorry, you guys are on your own. 


Charlie: Mama... 


Mobile HQ: Charlie? It's okay, you're going to 
be - 


Charlie: ... just killed a man. Put a gun against 
his head - pulled my trigger, now he's dead. 


Mobile HQ: Charlie, are you saying you took 
out one of the androids? How? 


Charlie: ... with a laser beam, guaranteed to 
blow your mind. 


Mobile HQ: Charlie, | don't understand. You'll 
have to be more specific. 


Charlie: I'll make a supersonic man outta you! 


Mobile HQ: What do you - ultrasonic! Squad, 
resonators to ultrasonic, aim for the head. Ah, 
and if you could let me know somehow if it's 
working? 


Bravo: Flash! 
Echo: Ah-ah! 
Mobile HQ: I'll take that as a yes. 
Delta: He'll save every one of us. 


Mobile HQ: Okay squad. You still have around 
twelve hostiles in the junkyard with you. Aim to 
regroup at the barn, and let your teammates 
know where the androids are. 


Alpha: Look around around around. 
Bravo: Freaking everywhere you turn! 


Echo: Little high. 


Delta: 200 degrees! 
Echo: Little low. 
Charlie: Races are coming your way! 


Mobile HQ: Holy crap, you're doing it. Six 
hostiles gone - seven. Another one gone! 


Bravo: Another one bites the dust! 
Alpha: To me, to me. 
Charlie: I'm getting warmer now. 


Delta: I'll soon be turning round the corner 
now. 


Mobile HQ: Okay, I've got the five of you at 
the barn. The last androids are retreating to 
the house. Woah, wait - I'm seeing lots of new 
heat signatures firing up in there. Dozens. Can 
you see them? 


Charlie: | see a little silhouetto of a man. 
Bravo: Behind the curtain. 


Mobile HQ: I'm not sure you can take out that 
many at once. I'd advise - 


Alpha: I'll fly through flash and thunder fire, 
descend upon your earth. 


Mobile HQ: Alpha, | do not copy. Are you after 
artillery? We don't have anything in range. 


Delta: Pouring through your window pane. 
Bravo: Out of the doorway the bullets fly! 


Alpha: I'm a shooting star, leaping through the 
skies. 


Mobile HQ: Do you mean the drone? 


Charlie: You're gettin’ in a fight. Better hold on 
tight. 


Alpha: Now I'm waiting for something to fall 
from the skies. 


Mobile HQ: Of course! We can fire an 
ultrasonic burst from the drone's sonar and 
take them all out at once. 


Alpha: And | want it now! 


Mobile HQ: You got it. Drone on approach - 
firing... now. 


<high-pitched squeal, metallic noises> 
Mobile HQ: Alpha, confirm status? 


Alpha: Abandoned places - | guess we know 
the score. 


Echo: Ooh yeah! 


Mobile HQ: We've lost all of the heat signals 
from the farmhouse. Correction - there's one 
left. Looks like that's our Pol. 


Alpha: Let me step inside. 


Mobile HQ: He should be to your right as you 
come through the main entrance. 


Alpha: | get down on my knees. 


Pol-1142: You fucking maniac! Do you know 
how much those things cost?! 


Alpha: | get down on my knees. 


Pol-1142: Fuck you! I'm not taking orders from 


some geriatric - 


Alpha: There are plenty of ways that you can 
hurt a man, and bring him to the ground. 


Pol-1142: You call that singing, you old - oof!