Extraneous audio and video is cut as an equipment check is performed by the reconnaissance team. This team consists of three agents: Flores, Granger, and squad leader Kemnitz.
Footage begins with the team walking up an overgrown gravel drive and past a dilapidated gatehouse. The industrial complex is visible in the distance; the whole property appears to be in a state of substantial disrepair.
The team falls into formation and enters the facility through an open door in a loading bay. The cameras adjust to the change in ambient light to reveal a spacious but extremely dirty interior. A thick cake of dust has accumulated near the baseboards and the walls have peeled and degraded beyond recognition from their original state. There are footpaths in the middle of each room, however, which are largely devoid of both dust and debris.
The team proceeds further into the facility and enters an interior room with minimal lighting. The camera jerks sharply to the right as all three members of the reconnaissance team momentarily freeze before training their weapons in the same direction.
<Granger>: "Did you get that, chief? Something just moved over there. Looked…fuzzy?"
<Kemnits:> "Copy. Possibly animal; there's a good chance local wildlife has moved in here."
<Granger>: "Keep on your toes. Doubt it's going to wind up being a raccoon."
The crew proceeds deeper into the complex when one of the weapon-mounted flashlight trains onto a shaggy mound of hair on the other side of the room, later designated as an instance of SCP-4198-1. The object appears to freeze when the light is trained on its position.
<Flores>: "What the fuck is that?"
<Kemnits:> "Can you understand us? Are you capable of communication?"
The object makes a low chittering noise and begins to shake.
<Flores>: "Oh shit, chief, it's going to fucking freak out. It's freaking, ah jeez."
<Kemnits:> "Calm down, this is contact! Lower your weapon, Flores. Now."
After hesitation, Flores lowers his weapon. Agent Kemnitz takes two large steps forward while lowering his own firearm."
<Kemnits:> "Can you understand me? If you are capable of communicating, please give me some sign."
<Granger>: muttering "Is that… Is that all…hair?"
The instance of SCP-4198-1 ceases shaking and retreats through the doorway it was standing in and out of sight. The reconnaissance team pursues under high-alert but halts again inside the next room. The camera slowly pans around the room as multiple instances of SCP-4198-1 skitter up the walls, through crawl spaces, and into ventilation ducts scattered around the room.
<Flores>: "God, there must be dozens of them. What are they?"
<Kemnits:> "Not sure but I don't like this. Some kind of infestation?"
<Granger>: "Chief, I can hear an awful lot of commotion coming from down that hall."
<Flores>: "All the more reason to get the hell out of here unless we have backup."
<Kemnits:> "Quick peak and we're gone. Let's just get it on video and go."
After a momentary pause, the team continues across the room and deeper into the facility. They come to a stop next to a set of double doors. The camera pans down to show a faint light leaking through the gap between the door and the concrete floor. Agent Flores places his hand on the door and pushes it open. The other two agents follow closely behind and begin to sweep the room with their flashlights. Dozens of instances of SCP-4198-1 retreat from the door and crowd the middle of the warehouse floor. More still skitter out from ventilation ducts near the ceiling and climb down to join the central collective. A handful of overhead directional lamps provide faint and intermittent illumination for the room, however, most of the overhead lights are nonfunctional.
As the camera pans from left to right, several instances of SCP-4198-1 can be seen moving over storage shelves on the warehouse floor which contains mounted mannequin heads. The camera stops and fixates on a bright white mannequin head adorned with a disproportionately large bouffant-style wig. Utilizing two large bangs serving as pseudopods, the bouffant raises itself up several meters above the pack of SCP-4198-1.
<Flores>: "Okay. That's creepy as hell."
<Granger>: "Are they protecting it? Worshipping it?"
Six instances of SCP-4198-1 break off from the central horde and approach the door. Each instance steps rapidly toward the team and then backs up while hissing. Instances of SCP-4198-1 continue to posture in this manner as the team trains their weapons.
<Granger>: "What's the call, chief?"
<Kemnits:> "We back up, slowly."
The agents begin backing up toward the door until two instances of SCP-4198-1 charge Agent Flores and he discharges his firearm in a semi-automatic burst. An instance of SCP-4198-1 is struck and staggers backward as tufts of hair explode out. Agitated chitters bellow from the rest of the room as Agent Kemnitz shouts for a full retreat.
As the three agents run down the hallway, Agent Granger is seen dropping out of the frame and crashing to the ground. From several meters further along the camera turns back to Granger's position and observes an instance of SCP-4198-1 wrapping and constricting the agent's legs. Agent Granger fires several rounds in the direction of pursuing objects, but it is unclear if they are hit. A second instance climbs on top of the Granger and similarly binds his arms as he attempts to further discharge his weapon.
Agent Flores raises his sidearm and aims at the instances of SCP-4198-1 assaulting Granger and hesitates before firing. The shorts are ineffective.
Granger: "Don't let them take me! You can't!"
As Granger attempts to cry out, a pseudopod of hair is jammed into his mouth and down his throat and the screams end. Tendrils of hair are seen exiting through Agent Granger's nose as he is pulled back down the hallway and inside a large mass of hair. Agent Flores fires several shots into the retreating mass but it appears ineffective. The camera turns and the remaining agents flee the facility.