[BEGIN LOG]
(The men arrive at Refinery 104-F. Churning and clanking sounds of machinery echo off the oil tanks, while workers in construction gear shout out to one another as they carry wooden planks and toolboxes on towering scaffolds. Whirs, hisses and beeps of forklifts, cement and dump trucks are heard in the distance. Pillars of smoke billow from pipes and towers. Imran leads the agents and Libermann into the refinery grounds.)
IMRAN: (Shouts) Welcome. This was built quite a long while ago — more like 15 years, ever since my father handed it down to me. This plot of land was meant to be empty two months ago, but well — as you can see, it's still up and running.
(Agent Qalim coughs.)
LIBERMANN: Oo, quite a large refinery, Mr. Imran.
IMRAN: (Smiles) Indeed. Now, gentlemen, I'm pretty sure all of you are waiting to see the big thing.
LIBERMANN: Of course, Mr. Imran!
IMRAN: Follow me.
(Imran leads the agents and Libermann to a large, 10-meter featureless steel dome in between two oil tanks. Two guards stand at attention beside the entrance. Imran nods to the guards, one of whom then inputs a passcode on a number pad beside the door. A loud beep, before the door opens. Several flights of metal stairs greet the men. They begin walking down, surveying the interior of the dome.)
YUSOF: A little chilly in here.
IMRAN: Can't have the risk of anything catching fire here, especially during this time of the year. (Laughs)
LIBERMANN: Mr. Imran, what is this?
QALIM: (Whispers) God, he sounds like a twelve-year-old.
YUSOF: You sound like one right now. Chill out.
QALIM: Was that a pu —
YUSOF: (Whispers) You can, uh, sneak in some laxatives to the guy when we wipe them, okay?
(Agent Qalim nods.)
YUSOF: …you're not actually thinking of doing that, right?
QALIM: I — huh?
YUSOF: I was — I was joking.
(Silence.)
YUSOF: You know this is all going to be on the logs, right.
QALIM: Yes.
(After walking down seven flights of stairs, they arrive at the lowest level. SCP-5234 is seen at the center, immobile. Hundreds of intravenous tubes extend from the dome's exterior into its arms and face. A viscous brown liquid continuously travels within these tubes.)
LIBERMANN: Are — are you sure this is ethical, Mr. Imran? Just — just to check.
IMRAN: Of course. You can run a check of his pulse, if you wish. He isn't, uh, decomposing either, after all this time, so… relatively ethical. Now.
(Imran briefly strides over to a rack affixed to the nearest wall, and brings a patterned carpet for each person. Imran then gently places the carpet on the ground and stands on it. He gathers his hands in prayer, and closes his eyes.)
IMRAN: Follow me.
(Both agents look at each other, while Libermann frantically follows suit. Libermann gathers his hands in prayer and mumbles indecipherable phrases.)
YUSOF: Well, uh.
(Agent Yusof does the same. Agent Qalim shakes his head and sighs, before he stands over the carpet and enters the same stance as the rest, establishing a semi-circular formation around SCP-5234.)
IMRAN: Now, we begin. Repeat after me. Bless the oil.
LIBERMANN: Bless the oil!
IMRAN: Shhh. Quietly. He would need a tranquil environment to focus on his blessings to us.
LIBERMANN: Uh, yes, yes — bless the oil.
YUSOF: Bless the oil.
QALIM: Bless — bless the oil.
(Imran faces up and slowly opens his arms to the side.)
IMRAN: Blessed oil. Blessed wealth.
LIBERMANN: Blessed oil. Blessed wealth.
YUSOF, QALIM: Blessed oil. Blessed wealth.
(Imran slowly opens his eyes and steps off of the carpet. The others do the same. SCP-5234 remains immobile.)
IMRAN: And it is done. His blood is ours, and so we will repay him with prayers of gratitude. Look how pleased he is!
(SCP-5234 remains immobile.)
IMRAN: Soon, you'll see the magic. The magic across the stock exchange boards. You'll come right back here to thank him again.
QALIM: Thank you, Mr. Imran. It has been… quite an enlightening experience.
IMRAN: My pleasure. It's been such a delight to have ourselves be graced by our possible founding fathers of a new, prosperous nation our kingdom sought to have rebuilt.
LIBERMANN: Wow, Mr. Imran. This is fantastic. I shall let the others know straight away.
(Libermann walks up the stairs with his mobile phone to his ear.)
YUSOF: Thank you, Mr. Imran. Could we perhaps, keep in touch? Our higher-ups may be quite interested in this plot of land.
IMRAN: Of course, of course. Here.
(Imran hands a white business card to Agent Yusof. Both agents proceed to exit the dome. Agent Qalim coughs.)
QALIM: Another day in smog land.
[END LOG]
AFTERWORD: Agent Qalim was issued a formal reprimand for unnecessarily confrontational attitude after their return to Provisional Site-A. Containment procedures are currently in effect.