OPERATION: GOLDEN ORB
ARCHIVE DATE: JUNE 18, 1997
ASSIGNED TEAM: Mobile Task Force Delta-6 "Instant Action"
- Delta-6-1: Senior Agent Sam "Colt" Davidson (Agent in Charge)
- Delta-6-2: Agent Gavin "Buck" Pierce
- Delta-6-3: Special Agent Brodie "Spade" Van Der Merwe (GOC Transfer)
- Delta 6-4: Agent Jericka "Lynn" Brown
HEADQUARTERS ELEMENT: Armed Site-21
- Metro: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus (SCP-5778 Operations Director)
QUICK REACTION FORCE: MTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down"
- 2 Charlie: Agent Jack "Cowboy" McCall (Agent in Charge)
SITUATION: Potential GoI-616 "PENTAGRAM" assessment teams are en route to SCP-5778 in Dulce. MTF Delta-6 is to secure the anomaly and its interior before these teams arrive. If found, Person of Interest Lester Jenkins is to be apprehended. MTF Nu-7 2 Charlie is on standby for QRF support.
MISSION: Locate and secure SCP-5778 and Lester Jenkins if possible, reconnoiter SCP-5778.
EXECUTION: Night insertion to AO via HALO jump @ 25,000 ft (7,620 m) AGL, NLT 0300 hrs.
[BEGIN VIDEO LOG]
Captured image from Delta-6-4's helmet camera.
[The video feed activates as the Foundation Insignia is replaced with a view of clouds in an emerald green background, indicating that night vision is active. All team members present are descending upon the objective in formation.]
BUCK: Altitude 4,000 feet.
COLT: Standby…
[A pause.]
COLT: Mark.
[All team members pull their chutes in unison. The altimeter on the camera recording abruptly slows down upon reaching 3,000 feet AGL.]
[Further footage of the descent is omitted for brevity. After some time, Delta-6 eventually lands at their DZ and begins packing up their parachutes and double-checking their gear.]
COLT: Delta, sound off.
BUCK: All good.
SPADE: I'm good.
LYNN: Green.
COLT: Alright. Let's pick up the pace, folks, our gear’s landed one klick north, and the objective's another klick in the same direction.
BUCK: Roger that.
[The team steps off and begins hiking through the hills at a brisk pace. After some time passes, Delta-6 eventually reaches their equipment, four individual tubular pods partially embedded within the ground. They slow down from their jog, stow their PDWs, and begin gearing up and burying the pods.]
BUCK: [Sarcastically] Wow, Spade. So nice of the GOC to give us these pod things that so conveniently hold all our gear. If only there were human-sized ones we could drop in with, makes things simpler.
[Buck turns to Spade, who is affixing an OCULUS unit to his weapon's sight.]
SPADE: You know we've had those for a while, right?
BUCK: Touché.
LYNN: Something of that size landing would create a hell of a lot of noise, you know. It's impractical.
BUCK: It's awesome.
SPADE: Hence why only the Strike Teams use them for when shit hits the fan, Agent Lynn. "Peace through superior firepower" is a mantra they taught us in the Coalition.
BUCK: Just don't blow up any chairs you find in the anomaly, alright, Spade?
SPADE: Fokken kont. That's propaganda.
COLT: Lock it up. We're stepping off in one minute, so get your shit together. I'm tracking that we'll be about fifteen minutes early to the objective.
LYNN: Hopefully the Feds haven't gotten there before us.
BUCK: Scared you're gonna shoot one of your old war buddies, Lynn?
LYNN: Maybe.
SPADE: Relax. The way I see it, shooting Americans is a change of pace.
LYNN: I guess you're right.
COLT: Ready up.
SPADE: Ready, Colt.
COLT: Got everything, Rookie?
LYNN: Yeah.
COLT: I'll take point, then. Buck, take the rear since you're taking your sweet time.
BUCK: [Grunting, while donning his gas mask] Got it, bossman.
[The team steps off from their position and begins moving. After some time passes, they eventually reach a dirt road leading towards a large depression in the earth. There, they can see that the dirt road abruptly ends in the center of the depression near a large boulder. They establish themselves in defilade in the treeline before the depression, set up sectors of fire, and wait.]
SPADE: Is that it?
[Colt checks his GPS to confirm.]
COLT: Looks like it.
BUCK: [Sarcastically] Wow. A fucking rock.
COLT: Delta-6-1 to Metro, we've reached SCP-5778. Holding now in case we're early, over.
METRO: Metro to Delta-6-1, acknowledged. Proceed to the anomaly once you’ve secured the area, over.
COLT: Wilco, Metro. 6-1, out. [Pause] Got anything for me yet, Spade?
SPADE: Nothing on thermals or VERITAS, no visible footprints either. Seems we're early.
COLT: Damn, what a shame. Honestly expected we'd see bigfoot out here, or maybe aliens. It's Dulce after all. [Pause] Stay frosty, folks.
[Time passes.]
SPADE: I will say, it’s beautiful tonight. Moon’s out.
BUCK: …Can't believe I'm gonna be fighting SPEAR Team Six or some shit over a fucking rock, dude. Tier One Operator my ass.
[Lynn chuckles.]
BUCK: Is something funny, Lynn?
SPADE: No one tell him.
BUCK: Tell me what?
COLT: Alright, that’s enough waiting. 6-1 to Metro, we're moving in on the objective now, over.
METRO: Metro to Delta-6-1, acknowledged. Advise when you have entered SCP-5778, over.
COLT: Understood, Metro. Delta-6-1, out. [Pause] Game time. Let's move.
BUCK: Let's fucking go.
COLT: Rookie, you take point. Get that door open.
LYNN: Roger that.
[The team get up from their defensive position and tactically advance upon the rock in a staggered column with their weapons drawn, while checking their surroundings periodically. Lynn, in the front of the formation, approaches the boulder and slings her rifle on her shoulder, then traces a triangular pattern against its surface with her finger. Upon completion of the pattern, her arm suddenly phases into the boulder. She then unslings her rifle, steps inside, and passes out of sight.]
BUCK: So, I guess this is what you guys didn’t want to tell me.
SPADE: I think it only gets weirder from here, Buck.
Captured image from Delta-6-2's helmet camera.
[The rest of Delta-6 enter the boulder, entering a concrete room lit up by buzzing light fixtures above. Ahead of them is a tunnel extending out as far as the eye can see, and behind them is an open submarine hatch-like door with the letters C-32 printed in white above the doorway. Agent Lynn is crouched by the entrance of the tunnel, rifle downrange.]
SPADE: Kak, it’s bright in here. NVGs off.
[Delta-6 deactivate their helmet mounted night vision equipment due to the brightness in the area. After closing the hatch behind them, Buck looks down the tunnel.]
BUCK: Fuck me, man, they seriously could’ve gotten the Mole Rats to do this shit instead.
LYNN: Claustrophobic now, Buck?
BUCK: Shut the fuck up, Lynn.
[Spade and Lynn chuckle. Colt steps over to the others.]
COLT: Whaddya got, rookie?
LYNN: Tunnel, goes down as far as I can see. It’s pretty well lit, though.
METRO: Delta-6, this is Metro. We, uh, have seemed to have lost GPS position of you, can confirm that your video and audio feed are still transmitting, over.
COLT: 6-1 to Metro, copy that, can confirm both are working on our end. GPS is still fucked, over.
METRO: Continue with the mission, over.
COLT: Affirmative, Metro. 6-1, out. [Pause] Only way on is forwards.
[Colt makes a hand gesture for the team to follow him into the tunnel. The team begins walking.]
COLT: So. Any preliminary observations you can make, make them now. Command's listening in.
SPADE: I'm thinking it's an L'Engle anomaly.
BUCK: In layman's terms, please and thank you. Not all of us on this team are former GOC, Spade.
SPADE: Extra-dimensional, Buck. I'm thinking this is some sort of parallel dimension, or a higher dimension, or maybe a pocket dimension. Not sure.
BUCK: What makes you think that?
SPADE: Colt's compass and GPS acting fucky, for one. I'm getting weird background Aspect Radiation readings here, but from just eyeballing it, local reality is almost as stable as baseline.
COLT: Who do you think made it?
SPADE: Unknown, but this feels American. Maybe not.
BUCK: For all I know, it could be commie.
LYNN: Something about the way this was built is American. Just an inkling.
BUCK: Did you see any tunnels like this in the DIA, Lynn?
LYNN: Nope. There's the Cheyenne Mountain Complex, but that's not anomalous.
COLT: Lights are getting dimmer around here, folks. Watch your step.
[More walking. As they turn a corner to the right, Lynn, who checks the corner first, suddenly throws up a balled fist. The team halts.]
LYNN: [Whispering] I've got eyes on one body, front. T-shaped intersection ahead.
COLT: [Whispering] Spade, secure left, Buck, secure right. Lynn, you have the body. I've got the tunnel we came from.
[The team continues, gradually slowing down as the passage abruptly ends at a T-shaped intersection. They tactically bound into the intersection and surround the corpse. The body on the ground still seems fresh upon first inspection. It is wearing an American woodland camouflage Land Warrior BDU with tactical gear, and has a large gunshot wound to the neck. The body lays beneath a large sign on the back wall of the intersection reading: “SMILE! YOU’RE ON CAMERA!”. Colt visually flinches at the sign and checks his surroundings, finding no cameras.]
BUCK: We're clear.
COLT: English. Guess that answers that question. Who is it, Lynn?
[Lynn approaches the body and inspects it. She rips a Velcro patch off the body's right shoulder—it’s a trident upon a shield with a “6” placed in the center. She then gestures to a faded American flag patch on the left shoulder.]
LYNN: PENTAGRAM, SPEAR Team Six. Nasty GSW, too.
BUCK: Christ. Think it’s Jenkins going Rambo, or something else?
SPADE: I’m leaning on the latter.
COLT: 6-1 to Metro; be advised: we’ve located a PENTAGRAM casualty inside of SCP-5778. Unknown as to where the others or Jenkins are. Please advise, over.
METRO: Delta-6, this is Metro, standby.
COLT: Get me 360-degree security. Eyes and ears open.
[Team pulls security in the intersection, using the walls from the SCP-5778-A tunnel they came in from as cover as they establish sectors of fire outwards from the body.]
BUCK: Getting the creeps here, guys.
[Silence ensues, save for the hum of air conditioning units within the tunnel. Thirty seconds pass.]
METRO: Delta-6, this is Metro. Continue with the mission as planned, terminate any hostile entities you find, the containment team will deal with the body later. Advise minimizing your noise and radio chatter. Advise finding any sort of “control room,” as Jenkins’ writing suggests the existence of one. As a reminder, MTF Nu-7 is on standby for QRF support.
COLT: Copy that, moving out.
[Colt motions for the others to follow. They continue navigating through the tunnels for approximately fifteen minutes, following directions written in perfect English which point towards a "CONTROL CENTER TERMINUS" located deeper inside the facility. The lights are significantly dimmer in this section, but are still active.]
COLT: Nods on.
[The team activate their night vision equipment, halting at another T-shaped intersection. The path ahead leads to "C 1-59", and the path to the left leads to "CONTROL CENTER TERMINUS". Colt leans around the corner to check it.]
COLT: Clear. Doorway ahead. Buck, go.
BUCK: Moving.
[Buck enters the corridor to the left, stopping at a doorway on the right side of the corridor.]
BUCK: Set.
COLT: Lynn, go.
LYNN: Moving.
[Lynn and Spade follow suit, followed last by Colt. They stack up against the wall.]
BUCK: Stairs, going up.
[Colt nods and exits the stack to ascend the stairs first, weapon up. He is followed by Spade, Buck, and Lynn.]
COLT: Stairway clear.
BUCK: Fuck me, it's tight up here.
[Ahead is only a single corridor leading towards a wooden door.]
COLT: Clear. Doorway ahead. Spade?
[Spade looks through the large OCULUS sight affixed to his rifle and flicks a button on the side of the scope.]
SPADE: Two humanoid contacts, one presumed KIA on the ground, another far right corner, sitting.
[All team members flick their rifle safeties off and stack up in the doorway.]
BUCK: Let's fucking do this.
COLT: Spade, flash and clear. Buck, clear left. Lynn, clear right. Everyone ready?
SPADE: Ready. I've got flash set to go off past the door.
BUCK: Ready.
LYNN: Ready.
[Colt reaches for the underbarrel Masterkey breaching shotgun on his M16A4 rifle as Spade raises his own OICW towards the door. Colt racks the underbarrel shotgun and fires, blowing the doorknob off the door and causing it to open slightly ajar.]
SPADE: Flashing!
[Spade fires a projectile from the 20mm launcher through the hole created by Colt. A bright flash and loud bang comes from inside of the room as Colt kicks the door open.]
BUCK: Go!
[The team enters. As Buck clears the left half of the room, Lynn spots the humanoid contact on the right, who is animate and disoriented by the flashlights and flashbang. She aims her weapon at them.]
LYNN: PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!
[The second humanoid contact comes into view as a soldier in a woodland-pattern Land Warrior BDU. He looks at Lynn, placing his hands over his face due to the flashlight before getting on his knees and throwing his hands up. Buck approaches Lynn and aims his weapon at the soldier as Spade and Colt enter the room.]
SPADE: Clear!
COLT: Lynn, Buck, EPW. Spade, check those computers.
BUCK: KISS THE FUCKING FLOOR, PAL!
[The soldier complies, laying face down on the ground with his arms extended out. Lynn approaches, kneeling down and cuffing the man as she begins thoroughly searching him.]
SOLDIER: Skippers…? Oh, shit, thank God it's you guys for once. My gun and ammo are on the tabl—
BUCK: I didn't ask you to talk, kemosabe.
LYNN: He's clean. PENTAGRAM, SPEAR Team Six.
BUCK: We found one of your guys dead on the way in. Where are all the rest of your friends at, uhh…?
[Buck briefly rolls the soldier’s body over with his boot without resistance, inspecting his nametape.]
BUCK: …J. Doe?
DOE: It's a pseudonym that they give us all. The others are all KIA, scattered. Don't care either way. I'm done, man.
BUCK: What, the tunnels giving you the creeps?
DOE: More like I’ve realized something I shouldn’t have. I'm way in over my head, man.
[Buck gestures to the deceased man on the floor, who is also wearing fatigues, albeit an older and more faded uniform without any tactical gear.]
BUCK: Is that your friend over there, Mr. Doe?
[J. Doe shakes his head. Colt rolls the body over with his foot and quickly steps back.]
COLT: Oh, fuck. It's Jenkins.
DOE: He was in here trying to shut the whole thing down, rambling about some inane "N-W-O Elite" crap when he charged me with a knife. Said he "couldn't let them get to me," or whatever. I had to do it. I couldn't risk taking the body outside, 'cause I didn't know if the guys that killed my team were still patrolling the tunnels.
COLT: Fuck.
LYNN: How long have you been here, and how long did you know about this?
DOE: Knowing you guys? Probably as long as you. All I got was a thirty minute briefing. Been here for maybe three hours now.
COLT: I'll call it in. [Pause] Delta-6-1 to Metro, we've secured the control room. We have one POW, and can confirm that Lester Jenkins and the PENTAGRAM team are all dead. 6-3 is working on getting those computers online, over.
METRO: Delta-6-1, solid copy. Get as much information about SCP-5778 and any unknown third parties as you can, and extract with the POW. Nu-7 is awaiting your arrival for extraction, over.
COLT: Copy. 6-1, out. [Pause] Why's PENTAGRAM here anyways? Aside from looking for Jenkins, of course.
DOE: Hell if I know, dude, the spooks stumbled upon this and wanted some SEALs to help secure this area, maybe to store weapons for later ops or something. I saw plenty of storage rooms on my way in, you know. I only got picked for this op 'cause I saw some weird stuff at night while SCUD hunting during Desert Storm. This shit's got me fucked up. Just get me back to Arlington wired on amnestics or something.
COLT: Well, you're not dying today, granted you don't do anything stupid. Follow all my instructions, and I’ll get you on the first plane back home, preferably not in a bodybag.
SPADE: Alright, I'm starting up the computer now.
BUCK: Hey, Spade, do you think that shit they say about computers being demonic is true?
SPADE: Shut the hell up, Buck.
Captured image from Delta-6-3's helmet camera.
[Spade is inspecting the computer screen as it boots up. The words "ABRAXAS OPERATING SYSTEM v 1.1" appear on the screen, along with a logo and a complex geometric pattern. The screen goes black for a second, flashes a random series of colors, before text appears on the screen reading "PLANETARY LEY LINE APPORTATION NETWORK - PLAN". A blue desktop screen with the ABRAXAS logo centered presents itself, along with tables for "GAEAN ENERGY STATUS", "FACILITY POWER", “REMOTE VIEWING CAMERAS,” and "GATEWAY MGMT".]
SPADE: Holy shit, this tech is recent.
COLT: How recent?
SPADE: Like SkipNet recent.
BUCK: [Looking at J. Doe] …You sure your government didn't build this?
DOE: Your guess is as good as mine, Skipper, I sure as hell don’t know what this is or what to make of it. All I know is that the PENTAGRAM found out about this after bugging some outgoing shipments that were being sent out from Edwards and Area 51 to the middle of nowhere. They wanted this network for ops, but someone else already owns it. We found that out the hard way.
[Colt watches the door.]
COLT: They still around?
DOE: Unsure. This is something that's way above my paygrade, man, even PENTAGRAM's, but it's undoubtedly American.
SPADE: Uhh. Colt. Looks like there's more than one of those rock-gateway things. They follow a letter and number designation system, and they give out coordinates too.
COLT: GPS coordinates?
SPADE: Mhm. For their real-world locations, I guess, since we're in, uh… limbo or whatever. Like, see here. [Pause] Judging by the coordinates of that one, it’s in New York. That one's in London.
COLT: How many are there, Spade?
SPADE: Ehh… [Pause] …twenty or so pages? Fifteen results per page. Might be more.
COLT: Christ. I'm not gonna search this place top to bottom, I'm leaving that to the nerds t-
[A buzzer alarm suddenly goes off. Spade shifts over to another screen.]
SPADE: Uh oh.
AUTOMATED VOICE: GATE B-87 HAS BEEN OPENED.
BUCK: What the fuck?
AUTOMATED VOICE: GATE C-32 HAS BEEN OPENED.
LYNN: That's our gate.
DOE: Oh fuck. Are they back?
COLT: Who's "they"? Moreover, who just entered?
DOE: The folks who took out my unit. Black uniforms, like cultists but with tac-gear. Hard to kill.
COLT: What are they armed with?
DOE: M4s and swords.
BUCK: You're bullshitting me. What the fuck, man.
[Spade hurriedly tries searching for gate B-87 through the camera system. Text on the screen indicates that the B-87 camera is disabled, however. The same is for gate C-32.]
SPADE: Fuck. No dice. What's the plan?
COLT: Exfiltrating, as per usual, but we're going a different exit. Spade, any of these gates lead to somewhere near Dulce?
[Spade looks on the computer frantically, then references a map he pulls out of his vest.]
SPADE: One about five klicks south.
[Colt marches over to the computer and looks at the coordinates, then checks Spade's map.]
COLT: [Mumbling] 36… 106… Dulce Mountain. Gate D-37… [Pause] 2 Charlie, this is Delta-6-1.
COWBOY: Delta-6-1, this is 2 Charlie. What's up?
COLT: Interrogative, how far away are you from the AO?
COWBOY: Standby. [Pause] Ten mikes out. Why?
COLT: Situation has changed, our current AO is compromised. An unknown number of hostile entities from an unknown GoI have just entered SCP-5778, confirmed armed and dangerous. They took out an entire PENTAGRAM SPEAR Team before us. We're getting out of here using another gateway that'll spit us out on Dulce Mountain.
COWBOY: Copy that, we're Oscar Mike now. I've got a platoon worth of guys ready to clear out SCP-5778 once you arrive. Focus on gettin' out; I’m gonna get with Metro and tell 'em to have the containment team hold for now.
COLT: Understood, 6-1, out.
BUCK: We're moving out?
COLT: Affirmative. We're going to gate D-37, QRF will clear out the place behind us. Doe, you're coming with. Lynn, keep an eye on him.
LYNN: Roger that.
[The team vacates the room and descends the stairs. Delta-6 then begins moving quickly through SCP-5778, passing by various tunnels of increasing number, and pausing to check their surroundings. After about ten minutes pass, Spade, on rear guard, suddenly holds up a fist.]
SPADE: Contact, rear, humanoid. Marking.
[Everyone pauses and activates their night vision. In Spade's view, a target emerges from a tunnel, wielding an unknown object. Spade pauses, tries to identify the target, then switches from night vision to VERITAS. The object now comes fully into view as a firearm. He activates the IR laser on his weapon and marks the target.]
SPADE: Gun.
COLT: Weapons free, Delta-6.
[Spade fires his OICW thrice, and Colt fires his M16A4 twice. They are followed by a flurry of shots from Buck and Lynn. All shooters hit the center of mass of the humanoid. The target goes down, filling the hallways with the sounds of pained male screams. Spade aims towards the chest of the entity to finish it off, but the humanoid begins to stir, as if trying to get back up.]
DOE: Aim for the head!
[Spade's laser snaps towards the head of the entity. He fires two shots into the head of the entity. It ceases screaming and finally drops to the floor.]
SPADE: Target neutralized.
COLT: Double time!
[More shouting is heard further down the tunnel that the team came from as two glistening lights suddenly appear at the end of the tunnel. Spade then flings himself into the corridor perpendicular to the team as a tracer round flies past him. The round hits Doe's leg, causing him to collapse and holler in pain, pushing Lynn to the floor in the process. More flashes of light whip past the team as the sound of automatic gunfire from both sides of the team fills the tunnels. Buck begins wildly firing his gun at semi-auto, switching between targets in the tunnel behind them and targets in the tunnel in front of them.]
BUCK: Oh, fuck!
LYNN: CONTACT FRONT!
[Lynn, on her back, fires a burst from her weapon downrange before getting up and helping Doe up, before rushing into the tunnel Spade is currently shooting from. A haze steadily begins to fill the tunnels, and Doe, the only person without a gas mask, begins coughing profusely.]
LYNN: Gas, gas, gas!
COLT: [Pointing towards Spade] Into this passage, let's go!
[Colt covers Buck and Lynn as they move into the corridor Spade is in. Spade fires a projectile from his OICW launcher down the hallway to the front, which detonates and fills the hallway with thick white smoke, concealing the team from enemy fire. He does the same for the opposite hallway, allowing ample time for the rest of the team to enter his corridor.]
COLT: [Reading the walls] D-36, take a right here!
[The team takes a right at the intersection in question, entering a SCP-5778-A tunnel marked "D-37". Spade and Colt hold position at the entrance of the tunnel to cover Buck, Lynn, and Doe. As the three pass a certain point, Spade falls back closer to the rest of the team and provides covering fire for Colt, who does the same.]
DOE: Agh—fuck!
[Doe suddenly collapses, forcing Lynn to sling her rifle against her shoulder and begin dragging Doe towards the exit. Buck covers her as he fires downrange at hostiles entering the passage they came from. Another gun battle ensues as bullets start landing around the team. Colt is hit on his left arm, but miraculously continues to fire downrange from the hip with his firing arm.]
COLT: I'm hit! Arm's fucked! Spade, cover me!
SPADE: Got it! They're filling the corridor, Colt!
[Colt reaches into his vest for an auto-injector with an SCP Foundation insignia on its side. He jams it into his arm, then begins applying dressing to the wound. As he is doing this, Spade is continuing to fire downrange at full-auto.]
SPADE: Changing mags!
[Soon, Colt is back on his feet, and begins hastily reloading his weapon, despite only one arm being functional.]
COLT: SPADE, MOVE BACK! I'll cover you!
SPADE: Moving!
[Spade rushes back towards the others and drops to a knee by the entrance of the gate room, alongside Buck. He fires an airburst round from his OICW past Colt, which detonates in the center of the group of humanoids, filling the hallway with a small explosion and neutralizing several hostiles further downrange. Lynn turns around momentarily to see that the passageway they had come from is now full of humanoids in black uniforms, wearing what vaguely resembles a cross between tactical gear and robes. Most of them are wielding ornate melee weapons and running towards them, using their resistance to damage to close the distance. They are almost within melee range of Colt at this point, even stumbling over the bodies of their fallen comrades to reach the two.]
BUCK: SAM! LET'S GO!
[Lynn sets Doe down and sprints forward, firing her weapon rapidly towards the heads of the humanoids. Using his armpit and sling to hold his weapon, Colt manages to rack his Masterkey one-handed and fires the underbarrel shotgun point blank at another entity, neutralizing it, before his rifle is grabbed. He is pulled towards the entities since the sling is still over his shoulder, but manages to duck, untangling himself from the sling and evading a stab from a sword-like weapon. He kicks the humanoid away with his foot and draws his sidearm, shooting it one-handed into the crowd. The humanoids closest to Colt are killed by Spade and Lynn, allowing him time to fall back to the gate.]
BUCK: Everyone out! Let's GO!
[Buck picks Doe up and opens the vault door with great effort. The team spills out into a cave surrounded by two squads worth of MTF Nu-7 operatives, who enter the cave wall and disappear from sight. Agent Cowboy approaches them from the entrance of the cave.]
COWBOY: You look like shit, Colt. We've got this from here.
[Cowboy enters the tunnel. More gunfire is heard as MTF Delta-6 and J. Doe evacuate the cave. The video feed abruptly ends.]
[END VIDEO LOG]
OPERATION: GOLDEN ORB
AFTER ACTION REPORT
Mobile Task Force Delta-6 "Instant Action" was extracted with zero losses and one (1) GoI-616 prisoner of war, "J. Doe." Doe was returned to PENTAGRAM custody on June 20, 1997, following an interrogation at Armed Site-21 and dose of Class-A amnestics. The interrogation revealed that the PENTAGRAM had no prior knowledge of SCP-5778 or the group of interest which owned it.
Mobile Task Force Nu-7 "Hammer Down" neutralized all hostiles within SCP-5778 after three hours of fighting, sustaining 11 casualties in the process. Delta-6 and Nu-7 remained active in patrolling SCP-5778 until it was deemed fully contained on June 22, 1997, following a lengthy examination by containment specialists. Containment hardware is currently being delivered to SCP-5778 via an SCP-5778-A instance located 10 miles from Armed Site-21's location.
An investigation into the hostile Group of Interest which breached SCP-5778 is currently underway. Autopsies have revealed that the humanoids which assailed Delta-6 and Nu-7, despite drastic physical alteration to their anatomy and physiology, are a 100% genetic match to humans.