Extraction Audio/Video Transcript
Date: 11/13/2019
Assigned MTF:
MTF β-7 (“Maz Hatters”) Squad B
- β-7B Lead Taylor
- β-7B-1 Gwan
- β-7B-2 Moore
- β-7B-3 Nelson
[BEGIN LOG]
β-7B Lead Taylor: Recorder's on. Everyone, check your mics.
β-7B-1 Gwan: Check.
β-7B-2 Moore: Check.
β-7B-3 Nelson: Triple-check.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Command, can you hear me?
Command: Roger, Team Lead.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Alright. Remember, we're using tranqs, so don't get any funny ideas. Everyone should be with the Foundation.(Pauses) Everyone checked their suits, right?
β-7B-1 Gwan: Affirmative.
β-7B-3 Nelson: Affirmative.
β-7B-2 Moore: Hang on. (Pauses)Yeah, I'm set.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Alright. Think we're good to go, Command.
Command: Opening the door…now.
(Command remotely opens the secure access entry to Site-██, and the team enters.)
β-7B-3 Nelson: Well, good thing the power's still on. I definitely have a preference for being able to see a meter ahead of me.
β-7B-1 Gwan: Everything's better than the cave last time, Nelson.
β-7B-3 Nelson: You know, Gwan, I don't disagree.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Right. So, apparently, the thing we're dealing with isn't just viral, but also has some sort of compulsory component, so…be prepared for weird.
β-7B-2 Moore: Weird is always better than deadly.
(Coughing is audible in the background.)
β-7B-3 Nelson: Oh boy. Here we go.
(Team turns the corner and approaches a group of around 20 infected Foundation personnel gathered in a circle and coughing profusely.)
Infected Personnel: Praise be unto the Most High (Coughs)! May its Divine and Pleomorphic Virions return us all to its gracious hold!
β-7B-1 Gwan: What the fuck.
(Infected personnel turns to face the approaching team.)
Infected Personnel: The heretics have come for us!
(Gathered infected personnel begin shouting and coughing intentionally, while running towards the team carrying knives.)
β-7B-3 Nelson: Hey Moore, how 'bout weird and deadly?
(Team begins retreating, occasionally stopping to fire tranquilizers at the mob.)
Infected Personnel: Destroy the infidels' cladding, and bring the Most High (Coughs) unto-
(Infected personnel is cut off when he is tranquilized by β-7B Lead Taylor.)
Command Alright, head for the lockdown chambers, at the end of the hallway, on the left.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Roger that.
(Several infected personnel reach for the team and slash at their suits, barely missing.)
β-7B-3 Nelson: Who the fuck designed these and didn't make them puncture-proof?
(Team reaches the end of the hallway and turns into the lockdown rooms. Command remotely activates the door as several infected personnel stumble into the room, who are quickly tranquilized by the team.)
β-7B-2 Moore: (Panting) Well, what now, Taylor?
β-7B Lead Taylor: (Pauses to catch breath) Command?
Command: Exit from the side door and head towards the bathrooms. Then, wait for an individual to enter, and retrieve them.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Copy that.
β-7B-3 Nelson: Um, one question.
β-7B Lead Taylor: What's that?
β-7B-3 Nelson: Male or female? 'Cause Moore and I are male, so-
β-7B-1 Gwan: (Sighs) Just…shut up, Nelson.
β-7B-3 Nelson: It's a legitimate question! I'd like to know the logistics-
β-7B Lead Taylor: Moore and you can go into the male bathroom. Gwan and I will go into the female bathroom.
β-7B-3 Nelson: And what if the infected take us on while we're split up?
β-7B Lead Taylor: (Pointing to security camera.) Command can keep an eye on them.
β-7B-3 Nelson: A-alright.
Command: Opening doors…now.
(Command remotely opens the lockdown chamber side door. Team rapidly exits, and covertly proceeds towards the bathrooms. Team then splits up, with β-7B Lead Taylor and β-7B-1 Gwan entering the female bathroom and β-7B-2 Moore and β-7B-3 Nelson entering the male bathroom.)
β-7B-2 Moore: And now we wait.
(Several minutes pass before an individual enters the male restroom. β-7B-2 Moore and β-7B-3 Nelson quickly apprehend him.)
Individual: Wait. Wait, are you guys the Haz Matters?
β-7B-2 Moore: Maz Hatters. And wouldn't you like to know. (To Command) We got one.
Individual: Ah, here's the thing. I'm not…um…infected. Name's Lukas Johansson, Senior Researcher. I'm…ah, the guy who sent the report.
Command: Affirmative, individual identifies as Senior Lukas Johansson. Moore, Nelson, you can let him go.
β-7B-3 Nelson: (Muttering) Just our luck. Give us a whole site of literal sickos and the one guy we fetch is clean.
Johansson: Well, on the bright side, I'm not trying to get you guys infected.
(Johansson steps to the side.)
Johansson: Plus, I can get you guys samples, if you follow me.
β-7B-2 Moore: (Nods) Right then. (To β-7B Lead Taylor over intercom) Taylor, we got someone useful. Still seems sane. Says he can get us samples.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Roger that. (To β-7B-1 Gwan) Let's go.
(Team regroups.)
β-7B-2 Moore: This is Dr. Lukas Johansson. The guy who tipped the site off.
β-7B Lead Taylor: (Nods towards Johansson) Right. Nice to meet you. I'm Marissa Taylor, lead member of MTF-Beta-Seven, "Maz Hatters", Squad B.
(Johansson extends a hand towards Taylor.)
β-7B Lead Taylor: Save it for later. Let's get the samples and get out of here first.
Johansson: (Retracting hand) Right then. Follow me.
(Johansson leads the team down the hallway.)
β-7B-1 Gwan: So, doc, what exactly happened here?
Johansson: I'm still not completely sure. I know there's some sort of…compulsory aspect to it, I think - it's outside of my field of expertise. Matter of fact, I'm probably the only one in my whole team that hasn't had to deal with memetic stuff, since I got transferred from Unit 4 after Unit 2 dealt with [* https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-2559 SCP-2559], and half the team died. The past few weeks, our unit has only been studying influenza…hardly anything especially dangerous, or anomalous.
β-7B-3 Nelson: You mean to tell me that all those researchers-turned-crazed-cultists just have the flu?
Johansson: Again, I'm not completely sure. There's been some sort of mutation, is all I know. I've been working by myself the past few days. (Pauses.) Alright, we're here.
(Johansson removes his keycard and opens the door. The team enters what appears to be an office, filled with misplaced laboratory equipment.)
Johansson: This is my office, where I've been hiding out. I moved a bunch of lab equipment here to work on research. Feel free to help yourselves to some Coke.
(Johansson turns back towards the team.)
Johansson: Right. Suits. Can't drink. My bad.
β-7B Lead Taylor: We just need the samples, and any relevant documentation or information you have.
β-7B-3 Nelson: I'll take a can, if you don't mind-
β-7B Lead Taylor: I mind, Nelson.
β-7B-3 Nelson: We only have Pepsi back at-
Johansson: (Chuckles) It's alright, I can carry some. (Pointing) The samples are in those Petri dishes.
(β-7B Lead Taylor places the Petri dishes into her pack.)
β-7B Lead Taylor: Alright. Let's move out.
Johansson: Not so fast. The Church has a prayer session in a few minutes, and it'll be much easier to sneak out then.
Command: Several hostiles are en route to your current location.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Never mind that. We need to go, now.
Johansson: What? Oh. Oh, right. The security cameras! They must be watching us-
(Johansson is cut off by the sound of distant coughing.)
Johansson: Shit! We need to go, now!
(Johansson opens the door and ushers the team out, and then follows them as they run towards the exit.)
β-7B-2 Moore: The closest exit should be the administrative exit.
Johansson: (Shaking his head) No can do. Admin sealed themselves in when they learned about the outbreak. The idiots locked themselves in, and the air vents got them all infected.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Then which exit?
Johansson: The service exit.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Got it.
(The sound of coughing becomes louder, and team sees a crowd of around 30 Foundation personnel in close proximity.)
β-7B-3 Nelson: Here we go again.
(Infected personnel notice the team, and begin shouting and coughing loudly, before chasing the team.)
Infected Personnel: Is that Johansson?
Johansson: Is that you, Keane?
Keane: Why do you resist the Most High (Coughs)?
(β-7B Lead Taylor and β-7B-3 Nelson turn to fire at the mob while β-7B-2 Moore continues escorting Johansson towards the exit.)
(A number of infected personnel manage to catch up to Johansson, coughing profusely.)
Infected Personnel: I've got you now, vile infidel!
(Johansson throws the cans of Coca-Cola at the infected personnel, causing them to exclaim in pain and lose their grip on Johansson.)
β-7B Lead Taylor: Alright, let's get out of here!
(β-7B Lead Taylor and β-7B-3 Nelson turn and sprint to catch up with the team. Command remotely opens the service exit, and the team runs out of the site. Support unit stationed nearby tranquilizes the few personnel that manage to exit before the door closes.)
Johansson: (Panting) We…we did it.
(Johansson turns to face β-7B-3 Nelson.)
Johansson: Sorry about the Coke, man.
[END LOG]
