The Devil's Den calls your name.
MTF Epsilon-11 (“Nine-Tailed Fox”) dispatched to Site-500 after a standard protocol failed. MTF Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”) deployed alongside for additional support and establishing a perimeter. The situation was designated CODE GRAY.
The following radio transmission was captured by MG. Blake while the investigation of Site-500 was underway.
— Radio Transmission —
Date: [03/28/1979] [17:45:09]
Exploration Team: Epsilon 11 & Nu-7
Subject: Site-500
Team Lead: MG. Blake
Team Members: CPL. H. Everstone & SGT. K. Grant
[BEGIN LOG]
MG. Blake: Strike team, updates on the situation?
SGT. Grant: Multiple casualties, clearing room after room, we don’t see any trace of the source of containment.
MG. Blake: Signs of life?
SGT. Grant: Negative.
CPL. Everstone: The situation outside is nominal; there are no signs of hostiles.
[A short pause between the next transmission]
MG. Blake: If no trace of SCPs is found, we’re going to need to change gears and fall back to data recovery and investigation once the area is deemed safe.
SGT. Grant: Copy that.
MG. Blake: Perimeter, any updates?
CPL. Everstone: Situation still nominal, nothing in or out, over.
[Transmission partially cut off due to interference from depth underneath site]
SGT. Grant: Inside one of the labs… Jesus, it looks like a fucking meat grinder in here.
MG. Blake: Strike team, language protocol.
SGT. Grant: Sorry, command.
[Comms are left open; audible sounds of distress can be heard through radio transmission.]
SGT. Grant: Command, most of these computers are trashed; we’re going to have to dig through the paper trail, if there’s anything left.
MG. Blake: Roger that, strike team.
SGT. Grant: One of the bodies looks like a researcher… They got a death grip on what looks like a handwritten note. I don’t know what it means, but it seems intentional.
MG. Blake: Copy that, bag evidence, and continue the search.
[END LOG]
SGT. Kevin Grant recovered a crudely written letter that was partially visible in a deceased researcher's hand on scene.
[Letter Recovered from scene]
“The year is 1979, the men above are growing restless.
An enmity is spreading among the bloodshed of Site-500.
Wishing for employment here is a death wish.
The ethics committee refuses to service our needs.
This site is losing what it used to mean.
Employees are retiring early.
They call this place.
The Devil's Den.
A land for no man to live upon.
The snakes of my own scrawl are coming to take me.
I fear you are next, my dear reader.
My vice consumes you whole.”