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“很高兴见到这里的所有人。”

“不认识我的人,我是机动特遣队Gamma-13的指挥官Jessie Merlo。这位是Tau-51的指挥官Damion Creed。来自Mu-13的大家,欢迎。”

“那么让我们现在就开始吧?在不久的将来,SCP-3560将再次启动,而到时此站点会被袭击。带领这次袭击的很有可能是SCP-3860,你们中很多人都可能知道,就是Vincent Anderson。”

“我们的驻站奇术师已经确定了设施中八个不同的SCP-3560居民们可能进入站点的重要地点。这包括F翼楼与G翼楼的大部分实验室,H区与A区,还有行政办公室。我们的在站人员已经在这些区域周围已经装备了数个霍夫曼便携式电子奇术装置。虽然如此,仅仅这些并不足以阻止一场大型袭击。”

“在指挥部门确定SCP-3560不再有任何活动并不会造成任何威胁前,我们会一直待机。每个小队都被给予了快速反奇书影响的必要物品。我听说弹药是由Conwell实验室研究一些以前幽灵的技术,然后在退休前用反向工程制作出来的。挺厉害的。”

“发现3860后,对方将被立刻抹杀。他的目标是AIAD实验室,我们相信他想要毁掉一个储存在那里的一个AI构造体。这就是为什么很多人需要在那附近待机的原因。3860已经走投无路,而且身负重伤,所以大家要准备好打一场血战。”

“呵。当然,这所有的所有都是在SCP-3560的居民并没有杀掉3860的前提下的计划。希望事情会如预料般发展吧,而这将会成为一次风平浪静的设施封锁。”


“——一次风平浪静的设施封锁。”

Jessie Merlo飞快地穿梭在的Site-64的G翼楼残破不全的楼道里,自己的一字一句回荡在她的脑海之中。一个幽灵泰塔隼个体穷追不舍,数只腿迅速地爬行着。它所持的刀刃上沾染着她三个特工同事的鲜血,一滴滴掉落在地。在它身前带领着它的则是一小群幽灵游隼个体。

“这里是Merlo!”她跑过一个转角对着对讲机叫着。泰塔隼离她越来越近,“G翼楼已被占据,泰塔隼个体在楼内,我的小队全员牺牲,请求支援——”

特工踏入一滩鲜血。她滑倒在地,导致一声巨响;冲力使她滑入了下一个路口前。

“不,不,不,不,不,不,不,不!

她连忙向前摸索寻找着她的枪,尝试着尽量拉开她与机器们的距离。但这一切毫无用处,她又一次滑倒在地。

趴在地上的她翻了个身,举起手枪然后射出了所有弹匣内剩余的子弹。银色的子弹打在幽灵机器之上,游隼们一个接着一个被驱除并消失在她的眼前。泰塔隼反抗般地发出机械吼声,随着咒语的生效,它的身体逐渐消失了。尽管如此,它并没有放弃,不停地向前爬着,旋转着刀片。Jessie用双手支撑着自己向后爬去,不一会后却被一面墙堵住。

她闭上双眼,静默着等待疼痛的到来。

趴下!

一阵枪响。一声震耳欲聋的机械吼声。站点落入寂静。

Jessie赶忙睁开双眼。一队Mu-13的特工们从她左边向她走来。他们的枪支依然指着方才泰塔隼颤抖着消失的位置。带头的特工对着他的对讲机开口。

“Mu-13,C小队。已重新占领G翼楼,正在回收伤亡人员,完毕。”

他笑着看向Jessie。

“你没事吧,Merlo指挥官?”

“好到不能再好了,”她紧张地笑笑。一位Mu-13走上前,扶着她站了起来。她将子弹重新装进自己的手枪内,然后环视着楼道内的一片狼藉。接着,她合上眼帘叹了口气,“那东西他妈的从地下突然就出现了,活剖了我小队的三名特工。而霍夫曼设备却顶多只能给它挠痒。”

“嗯,如果是幽灵的话也没办法。”Mu-13的队长指示着他队伍的人员去确认其他存货人员,并说道,“每次都这么棘手。”

“你那边有没有3860出现的迹象?”

“没有。”

她皱起眉,揉了揉太阳穴。“拜托了,你早晚也得迈出第一步啊。”


“我们早晚得迈出第一步。”Hector看了看周围,并将弹药填装入从一个死掉的MTF特工那里获得的来福枪内。幽灵转过头,看着坐在附近控制台上虚弱的半机械人。

“我知道……31号,”Anderson喘着气回答道,手指不停的敲击着键盘。“但如果我们有计划地迈出第一步……一切将会顺利很多。Benny马上就会……回来了。而在这段等待的时间内,我们可以好好准备。”

“好吧。我们就不能让Benny现在就把那电脑烧掉吗?这样就不用这么麻烦了?”

Anderson摇了摇头。

“从一开始,至此行动就是……有去无回。我得去……说声再见。你明白吗?”

Hector点点头。

“毕竟这是你的葬礼。”

“没错。”Anderson喘息着笑了笑。

几分钟后,一个闪闪发光的小球穿过墙壁,用几条小巧的腿爬了过来。它叽喳着叫了一声,宣布着自己的归来。

“说曹操曹操就到。”Anderson伸出一只摊开的手,“你发现什么了吗,Benny?”

小机器凭空消失后又出现在了Anderson的手心上,递给他一些看起来错综复杂的芯片。老半机械人点了点头,用另一只手按下了控制台上的回车键。

霎时间,一扇扇安全门关闭的声音充斥着整个站点。灯光暗了下来,仅剩下应急照明昏暗的光亮。看着这一切,Anderson点了点头,从控制台上拔出一个黑色的闪盘。一个简洁的白色符号印在它的上面。

“你可以扶我起来吗,31号。”Anderson将Benny摁在自己胸前。小机器穿过了他的皮肤,消失在了他的体内。“是时候离开了。”


“汇报吧。”

特遣队助理主管Clarissa Shaw站在站点主要安保办公室内,此时此刻,这里变成了一个暂时的指挥室。几架霍夫曼便携式电子奇术装置的低响充斥着整个房间,在她的身边组成了一个强不可破的防护球体。在她面前的则是几个从拍摄着Site-64内楼道,实验室,与办公室的监控摄像头传来的画面。

“Gamma-14,B小队,餐厅已确认没事。我们已成功地关闭了厨房里的SCP-3560。Tau-51 A小队正在协助清理现场。完毕。”

"Mu-13 Team C, G wing resecured. Recovered Gamma-13 A operatives and are still assisting with evac of casualties. Over."

"Tau-51 B, standing post. No sign current sign of target or additional hostiles. Over."

"Mu-13 Team B, primary SCP-3560 instance secured top side. No additional hostiles since the fifth wave. Standing by, over."

"Think he gave up?" a security technician asked, looking up from her monitor.

Shaw shook her head. "This was a pretty elaborate effort to just throw in the towel like that. He's got something up his sleeve, we just got to figure out wh-"

The room went dark. Emergency lights kicked on.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Shaw said under her breath. "Alright, everyone, game day, whatever fucking happened I want it fixed! Tau-51 B, incoming!"


Ten members of MTF Tau-51, Team B, stood in the dim emergency lighting. Each had their weapon at the ready. The security doors up and down the hall had been sealed, leaving them alone in the dark. Within a confined space. Nearly half a mile underground.

No member of the team made a sound, save their breath. On occasion, each member of the team swore they could hear the other's heartbeat.

Where are you? A bead of sweat rolled down the operative's face. His eyes panned the dark hallway.

Click.

The lights came back on. The task force members blinked as they readjusted to the brightness.

"Control was that you?" the team leader asked.

"Negative, this is all on Anderson."

"Any visuals? Help us help you."

"Negative, those systems are still down. We're trying to get them back up as fast as we can. Hang tight."

"Easy for you to say," the team leader mumbled. "Looks like we're still in the dark, fellas. Stay-"

Two team members dropped, their armored forms ballistically shredded.

The surviving members turned, leveled their weapons, and opened fire as a phantom Peregrine sprinted across the hallway. It had a machine gun in its hand and phased through the opposite wall.

"Contact!"

The team fanned out and prepared itself for a game of cat and mouse. The game did not last long.

The door behind them opened to the sound of crackling electricity. The team leader turned his head. Vincent Anderson stood at the threshold, his index finger extended. A blue bolt of energy lashed out from its tip.

Three more members of the team dropped. The remainder scattered, only to be struck by globs of neon-orange goo. The material hardened into a shell, incapacitating the unfortunate soldiers.

"I believe… we're done here. #31, would you kindly?" Anderson stumbled to a wall to prop himself up. Soon after, Hector reappeared and approached the cyborg, offering his shoulder for support. The two began to make their way onward.

"I think that went well." Hector stepped over a cocooned MTF operative.

"Swimmingly." Anderson nodded.

There was a series of bangs. The cyborg fell to the floor, his spectral companion evaporating in an instant. Several silver bullets lodged themselves in his torso. He turned his head. The monochrome comedy mask had chipped from where it hit the floor.

One of the MTF operatives squirmed away.

Anderson let out a shallow sigh. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a glob of neon-blue goo, chucking it through the air. It landed on the operative with a small plop, then began to hiss. Anderson watched the agent squirm and howl as their skin began to melt. Seconds later the operative then became still. A baseball-sized hole had been punched through the orange cocoon.

Anderson shook as he got himself back on his feet and hobbled to the nearby wall for support.

"I-I-I-I don't think… we'll-ll-ll-ll… have any more tro-tro-tro-trouble, will we-e-e-e-e-e?"

Anderson crept onward. Eventually, he arrived at the door Benny had informed him Phineas resided behind.

As Anderson reached into his pocket to pull out more of the neon blue goo, the door opened. The old cyborg was met face to face with the business end of a shotgun. Behind it was Director Sasha Merlo. Anderson looked at the weapon then into his nemesis's eyes.

“干得真漂亮,Sasha,”他嘶嘶有声地说道。

Anderson倒在了地上。而Sasha则是又一次将子弹上膛并开枪。

这一枪献给所有牺牲的特工。

这一枪献给所有被毁的事业。

这一枪献给被他所伤的自己的家庭。

最后一枪献给她自己。

最后一颗弹壳掉落在地。倒在地上的Vincent Anderson没有了动静。

Sasha叹了一口气,举着枪的手慢慢放下。她看着眼前宿敌的尸体,过了一会,笑了起来。她跪下身,取下他脸上的喜剧面具,然后丢在一边。

“抓到你了。”

Sasha站起身。脸上挂着心满意足的笑容,走去帮助附近的机动特遣队成员。听到一声忧伤的喳喳声后,她停下身。慢慢地,她转头看向身后。立足于安德森尸体之上的是一个再熟悉不过的阿穆尔隼无人机。无人机看了看他,然后向Phineas所在的电脑的方向飞奔而去。

“不。”

Sasha冲向门口,而一切都已经太迟了。只见Benny在半空中向下冲去,进入了电脑的硬盘之中。

“不!”

她急忙穿过房间,一掌拍在按钮上,尝试着启动AIC。电脑屏幕闪了闪,一条讯息出现在了屏幕之上,仅滞留了短短的几秒。

再见了,Merlo主管。

屏幕变的一片漆黑。

不!”Sasha喊叫着,一拳一拳地击打着键盘,“这次你不能赢,Vince!不!”

她用力摇晃着主机,紧接着踹了几下。

“主管?”

Sasha没有听到Jessie走了进来,也没有看到站在门口的多个机动特遣队的特工们。

“操他娘的!我们抓到你了!我们抓到你这个日狗的混蛋了!”

“主管!”

“你就在地狱里慢慢腐烂吧,Anderson!见鬼去吧!

“妈!”

Sasha只感到自己的女儿用力摇晃着自己。她的怒火慢慢地平息了下来。

“妈,”Jessie说,“一切都结束了。你赢了。”

Sasha点点头,含着泪闭上双眼。Jessie紧紧地抱住了她,而Sasha Merlo主管,阿西莫夫执法者前指挥官,完全垮掉了。

Site-64一片寂静,只剩下一位老妇人痛苦的哭泣声。


Vincent Anderson awoke upon his back, a blanket of mist obscuring the monochrome canopy above. He slowly lifted his head and looked around, he was alone.

With a relieved sigh, he got to his feet and brushed himself off. He was still dressed in the clothes he had worn when he died, the fabric pierced with countless holes from the shotgun blasts. Despite this, however, his pain was gone, and he felt lighter.

"Guess this answers one question," he said to himself. For a moment, the old cyborg took in the silence. "Rest in peace, Phineas. Where ever you are, I'm sorry."

The silence was broken by the sounds of applause.

"Well done." A familiar voice sounded from behind a tree."Selfless as always."

Saker #76 stepped into view.

"Now, I believe a debt has come due."

Anderson raised his index finger and then paused. A frown soon appeared.

"Your magic won't work here, Mr. Anderson." Another voice cooed from Anderson's right. He turned to see a Peregrine unit emerge from the mist. "You're dead."

Anderson backed away and raised his other hand. A long thin wire shot forth and pierced the Peregrine's head. The droid shot back, but within a few moments was back on its feet and resumed closing in.

"We're dead too, you idiot," laughed a third voice from behind. "You have no more cards left to play."

"Stay back!" Anderson shouted. He whipped the wire around, slicing through several droids. The laughter that surrounded him only grew louder.

The wire snagged, and Anderson looked around. His vision was filled with the smiles of scores of androids.

"Hector won't let you do this," Anderson shouted. "The Maxwellists will come for me. I'll get to the Data Transmuters. I'll escape. Eventually, I always —"

"There's no place left to escape to," Saker #76 cut him off, shouting above the deafening roar of laughter. "It's the end of the line, Mr. Anderson. Welcome home."


六个月之后

Upon the Oregon Coast, a man and a woman sat within the confines of their cottage. Curled together on a couch, each had a glass of red wine in hand. The warm rays of the dying sun cast themselves through the glass patio door and painted the room's interior with vibrant yellows, oranges, and reds. The waves in the distance caught the light and danced with fluid fire as twilight set in.

The woman yawned and rested her head on her husband's shoulder. In return, he wrapped an arm tightly around her and kissed her forehead. She smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Thank you," Gabe spoke.

"For what?" Sasha asked.

"Coming through the other side in one piece," Gabe answered. "And not leaving me to spend these years a widower."

"Well you know me, I do try." Sasha snickered.

"Do you miss it?"

"I think part of me always will. But hey, all things come to an end, right?"

"Right," Gabe chuckled. "Still, thank you all the same."

Sasha nodded and then grinned, raising her half empty glass of wine.

“敬阿西莫夫搅屎棍,”她说道。

“敬阿西莫夫搅屎棍,”他回答。

接着,他们向地平线望去,残阳如血,鲜艳的橘红色渐渐消失,而取而代之的是夜空中数不清的点点星光。


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