SCP-7499于布里斯班演出，约1943年。
项目编号：SCP-7499
项目等级：Neutralized
特殊收容措施：由于SCP-7499已被重新分级为无效化，无需执行收容协议。
描述：SCP-7499为宁静草原社区学院行进乐队。SCP-7499活动时间为1942年中期，至1943年末失效。主流据推测，SCP-7499主要由约188名乐手组成，涵盖所有声部。SCP-7499的标准制服包括：白色长袖纽扣衬衫、黑色工装裤、黑色正装鞋，以及宝蓝色绶带。
宁静草原社区学院Serenity Meadows Community College（以下简称SMCC）是一所位于昆士兰州布里斯班的教育机构。在更名前1，该校校训为：“生于世间安宁，心处境界自由。吾等皆为塔斯马尼亚恶魔2！”SMCC的校吉祥物为拟人化袋獾形象，搭配白色与宝蓝色配色。
已知SCP-7499会以随机顺序在互不相关的地点出现并演出，且事先无任何预兆。演出常随意发生在公路旁和居民区附近，且能在完全相同的时间于相隔极远的多处地点同时进行。例如，SCP-7499具备在法国演出的同时，又在远隔重洋的澳大利亚等大洲同步演出的能力。基金会至今未发现任何关于该行进乐队成员交通方式的记录报告。有关该乐队本身的影片与照片数量众多；然而，大约97%的影像资料均无音频。
在对残存的SCP-7499影像资料进行分析后，基金会研究人员已确认其演奏过共计三首乐曲，具体如下：
*《和平！自由！恶魔！》——宁静草原社区学院行进乐队
*《繁荣》——宁静草原社区学院行进乐队
*《袋獾进行曲》——宁静草原社区学院行进乐队
1943年9月，SMCC全面更换了品牌形象，并更名为 “疯狂袋鼠”3。随着形象变更，SCP-7499演奏的乐曲名称也相应改为：
*《疯狂！袋！鼠！》——宁静草原社区学院行进乐队
*《袋鼠进行曲》——宁静草原社区学院行进乐队
因宁静草地社区学院于1943年被毁，SCP-7499彻底停止活动。
附录7499.01
本杰明・迈耶斯校长访谈记录
1943年8月30日，理查德・马里兰博士与机动特遣队Sydney-7（“Daytime Visitors”-日间访客）奉命前往位于布里斯班的SMCC校长本杰明・迈耶斯的住所进行访谈，就SCP-7499相关事宜展开问询。访谈记录如下：
访谈者：理查德・马里兰博士
受访者：本杰明・迈耶斯
[记录开始]
本杰明・迈耶斯的住所。悬停放大查看。
马里兰博士：本杰明・迈耶斯，宁静草原社区学院校长，没错吧？
迈耶斯：没错，你们这些人是怎么找到我的？我的意思是，宁静草原在布里斯班这边可是相当偏僻的私立学院。
马里兰博士：你说的没错，这所学院确实很偏僻。不过，我们注意到了你们的行进乐队，因此才关注到贵校。
迈耶斯：（轻笑）真的？这倒挺意外的。去年我们刚给乐队雇了新指挥，水平连帕诺拉玛学院4都比不过。我真没想到你们会注意到我们，尤其你们看起来还不是本地人。你口音不像澳大利亚人。我看到你的名牌了：马里兰？那不是英国那边的地方吗？
马里兰博士：马里兰是美国的一个州。我，我本人，来自康涅狄格州。好吧，不管怎样，在我们偏离主题之前：我们注意到你们的行进乐队，是因为你们演出的……这么说吧，有趣的演出规律。
迈耶斯明显露出困惑的神情。
迈耶斯：呃…… 你这话是什么意思?
马里兰博士：你们的行进乐队经常在同一时间于全球多个地点同时演出。我们找不到任何相关的出行记录。我们怀疑根本就不存在这类记录，这支乐队是通过异常手段抵达演出地点的。我们和其他不少人都注意到了这一点。我有点难以相信，你到现在都没听说过这些事。相关内容甚至登上过好几本杂志，现在已经相当出名了。
迈耶斯：你是说全球范围？我可是直到你刚才告诉我，才第一次听说这事儿！
迈耶斯勉强朝马里兰博士笑了笑。
迈耶斯：教职员工没跟我说过，学生也没提过。见鬼，之前从来没有人采访过我，一次都没有！
马里兰博士：那这就是你的第一次了。回归正题，我们发现……
马里兰博士被背景中突然传来的刺耳尖叫打断。
迈耶斯：（紧张到结巴）哦！呃……我去看看怎么回事，哈哈！肯定是那些蠢猫，对吧？
迈耶斯迅速起身，走进最近走廊旁的一个房间。一分三十秒后，迈耶斯回来了。
迈耶斯：（尴尬地笑）抱歉抱歉，啊！是猫，没错。它们总爱打架，哈哈！嗯，我们刚才说到哪儿了？
马里兰博士：哦，呃，访谈结束了。如果需要关于贵校的更多信息，我们日后会再联系你。感谢你的配合，迈耶斯先生。
迈耶斯：好，那祝你接下来一切顺利。
马里兰博士：你也是，迈耶斯先生。
[记录结束]
迈耶斯随后被施用B级记忆删除剂。
Addendum 7499.02
Exploration Log
In view of immediate discussion regarding Addendum 7499.01, it was considered requisite to investigate Meyers' household and gain information on the abnor-mal sound's emergence. MTF Nova-1 ("The Watchers") had reported that Meyers left his home to attend a local casino after his work for the day concluded. While absent, MTF Sydney-8 ("Midnight Visitors") was dispatched by Meyers' home. The log for this event is as follows:
Exploration Log Transcript
Date: 09/04/1943
Exploration Team: MTF Sydney-8 ("Midnight Visitors")
Subject: Benjamin Meyers' Household
Team Lead: SD-8 Crawford
Team Members: SD-8 Walker / SD-8 Navarro / SD-8 Sage
[BEGIN LOG]
SD-8 Crawford: Alright, we're all set?
SD-8 Navarro: Check, I'm good.
SD-8 Crawford: Walker?
SD-8 Walker: Yup, I'm ready.
Site Command: Connection is working well. Engage in 40.
SD-8 Sage: Got it.
SD-8 Crawford: Alrighty, then. We know what we're doing?
SD-8 Navarro: Pick the back door lock, pets are to be tranquilized if they get loud, investigate every room, and find what this dude is hiding.
SD-8 Walker: Good job, Navarro. Training finally taught ya something, hm?
Site Command: Engage in 25.
SD-8 Navarro: Always has, Walker.
SD-8 Crawford: Sage and Walker, you both clear downstairs. Wait for me and Navarro to finish upstairs and come down before you go into the basement. You guys know where that is, right?
Site Command: Engage in 15.
SD-8 Sage: Affirmative.
SD-8 Walker: Yes sir.
SD-8 Crawford: Navarro, I'll check the bedroom and see if anyone's in there. Take your time roaming around, no rush.
Site Command: Engage in 10.
SD-8 Navarro: Got it. The nerves are here, I feel 'em.
SD-8 Crawford: Don't worry about it, you'll be fine.
Site Command: Engage in 5.
SD-8 Sage: And here we go.
Site Command: Clear for investigation. You may proceed.
Team approaches the home's backdoor. SD-8 Crawford utilizes the pick to open the backdoor silently.
SD-8 Crawford: From what I see, this area is clear. Move in.
Team quietly steps into the home. SD-8 Crawford and Navarro carefully head upstairs. SD-8 Sage and Walker spread apart, with SD-8 Sage cautiously wan-dering the east and SD-8 Walker roaming the west portion of the house.
SD-8 Walker: Watch for trip wires or objects on the floor. Don't need to be falling flat on your face and ruin the plan.
SD-8 Sage: Kitchen is clear.
SD-8 Walker: Living room is clear.
SD-8 Crawford: Roger that.
SD-8 Sage: Watch out for bottles, they seem to be everywhere. He's a rum kinda guy, I see. He's got a bit of tequila as well.
SD-8 Walker: I'm somewhat of a whiskey kinda guy myself. Garage is clear. Jesus Christ, talk about bottles everywhere. I have to tip-toe around so I don't step on a shard of glass.
SD-8 Crawford: Bedroom is clear. Navarro, watch for cameras.
SD-8 Navarro: Roger.
SD-8 Sage: This guy has pictures of him with other people on the walls and stuff. Must be his family. There aren't any signs of other people here, right? Children, maybe a woman?
SD-8 Crawford: No. There are other bedrooms here, though. Seems like they belong to the other people who aren't here. They're not empty, either. A lot of the pictures here are shattered. I kind of feel bad for this guy.
SD-8 Navarro: Balconies are clear. We've finished upstairs.
SD-8 Walker: Downstairs is clear. Waiting for you now.
SD-8 Crawford: Alright. See, Navarro? We're all good.
SD-8 Crawford and Navarro head back downstairs and approach the basement door. SD-8 Sage and Walker stand by the sides of it.
SD-8 Crawford: Standby. You're gonna want to enter the basement slowly. Follow me. Sage, do us a favor and watch our backs.
SD-8 Sage: Copy that.
SD-8 Crawford: This is where he scrammed to when that shrieking happened. Since then, he's boarded up the door for some reason. Take it from the guy that was there with Sydney-7, there is no way in fuck that cats were making that noise. It had to have been a family of screaming javelinas or something. Walker and Navarro, hold the sides of the planks so they don't fall, will ya?
SD-8 Crawford begins to discreetly pry the nails and wood planks off the door.
SD-8 Crawford: Got it. Alright, now all we gotta do is figure out what's down here and then we all get to go home. Sounds like a deal?
SD-8 Navarro: Easier said than done. Walker, you good?
SD-8 Walker: Mhm. This place kinda freaks me out though.
SD-8 Crawford: You'll be fine, you big baby. Come on, let's get this over with. I lead. Walker, watch our backs.
SD-8 Walker: Roger.
Team slowly steps down the basement stairs.
SD-8 Crawford: Looks a little bit dusty down here, wouldn't you say?
SD-8 Navarro: It is a basement after all.
SD-8 Crawford: Wait. What the hell is that?
SD-8 Crawford points towards a cage-like structure made of supposed steel.
SD-8 Crawford: Shit, wait! Hold back for a second.
SD-8 Sage: What do you see, Crawford?
SD-8 Crawford: Don't make any noise. I don't know if my eyes are lying to me, but I think there's a group of skunks in that cage. There's a squad of them and they're feasting on something. I don't know what, but-
One of the caged animals begins to shriek obnoxiously while viciously rat-tling the cage.
SD-8 Crawford: Shit! Tranquilize! Tranquilize! Now!
SD-8 Walker: Fuck!
Team swiftly shoots tranquilizing darts at the animals.
Site Command: Team Lead? Are you there? Do you copy?
Momentary silence.
SD-8 Crawford: Uh-yeah, thank god. I think that was the last of them, but holy fuck. You guys good?
SD-8 Sage: I'm fine.
SD-8 Navarro: Yeah, just a little startled.
SD-8 Crawford: Walker?
SD-8 Walker: Yup.
SD-8 Crawford: Those were not skunks or javelinas. Those were Tasmanian devils. I've never seen them before, but I guess this is an amazing first time.
SD-8 Navarro: That's not it. There's a little more. There's writings ev-erywhere. This place looks like a ritual site.
Recovered photo of lady from Meyers' home. Hover to enlarge.
SD-8 Walker: "12 devils, the mutilated body of an engaged woman"? There's a random picture of a lady right next to it, as well.
SD-8 Sage: "Target: Ruth"?
SD-8 Walker: This place is freaking me the fuck out, man.
SD-8 Navarro: Seems like this guy is performing rituals. What for, though?
SD-8 Crawford: Remember when I said I felt bad for this guy? Yeah, I don't anymore now.
SD-8 Sage: I mean, he seemed okay at first. But this, c'mon. He got my hopes up.
SD-8 Walker: Yeah, no, fuck him.
SD-8 Navarro takes photos of the basement.
SD-8 Navarro: Command, I got you a few photos. Take 'em back to the Foundation, see what they say. This guy is a fucking creep.
Site Command: Copy.
SD-8 Crawford approaches a stand beside the cage.
SD-8 Crawford: There's an open book here. "For the granting of whatever I deem fit, I shall sacrifice what you need in return. I shall go great dis-tances to achieve what I've lusted for. I shall complete the next steps to gain eternal power. I will bring greatness and dignity back to what I spend my time on. The minimal effects have been done on my school. However, I want more. I need more. I will complete the further two steps to gain your power. I will mutilate her body, and bring greatness back to my school. The devils shall feast tonight upon the corpse of a gutless rabbit. I will return and plan further. This is my message to you, my superior. Mark my words now, I will do this for you."?
SD-8 Sage: I've concluded that this guy is absolutely fucking nuts and I should put a bullet in his head.
Site Command: Set up your cameras, SD-8. We'll keep track of him once you leave.
SD-8 Crawford: Roger.
Team spends roughly 15 minutes setting up cameras in hidden areas around the home.
SD-8 Navarro: I'll board the door back up. Help would be appreciated. I'm trying to get the hell out of here as soon as I can.
Team quickly finishes boarding the basement door and successfully exits the home without leaving traces.
[END LOG]
Addendum 7499.03
Log of Footage
The log below contains an example of typical footage found via the cameras placed in Meyers' basement.
Log of Camera Footage
[BEGIN LOG, 09/07/1943, 3:10 AM]
Meyers enters the basement aggressively and slams the door shut. A bottle of tequila is seen in his hand .
Meyers: (slurring his words) Fuck me, man.
Meyers tosses the bottle at the cage of Tasmanian devils. In response, they shriek and attempt to break free.
Meyers: Shut up, you dumb dogs…cats, whatever the hell you beasts are…
Meyers drunkenly steps toward the freezer in the northwest corner of the basement, where he pulls the corpse of a mutilated rabbit out. He opens the top of the cage and drops the body of the rabbit inside of it.
Meyers: You…you're just like my damn children. Spoiled rotten, yeah? I give you everything, you just turn back and ask for more. More and more and more until I can't give you any more. Then you spit in my face and turn your back to me. Even my wife, the lousy bitch. You act the same way…
Meyers pauses and stares at the ceiling for 20 seconds.
Meyers: It's funny, though…ain't it funny? How 3 humans can all act ex-actly the same as a pack of wild rabid beasts like you? Makes me really won-der, it does. Fuck, I need more.
Meyers picks up an old bottle of rum off of the floor and downs it en-tirely.
Meyers: Heh, even the damn beasts understand me more. I'm only a pay-check-to-paycheck principal living as a damn rug for you to step on, right? She-she couldn't even bother to give me a hug or a "how was your day" when I walked through the damn door. Accused me of having affairs, called me a thief. Damn sure was she right about the thief part, though; I stole someone who clearly didn't belong to me, but someone else. She made that crystal clear for me when she kept taking "vacations" without me every fucking month down to Melbourne.
Meyers pauses momentarily.
Meyers: Wasting my damn money…the kids couldn't even take their eyes off the wallet either. She went behind my back…fucked her best friend she knew since Primary school. I had a bad feeling about that guy, y'know? And then when I come back home after figuring it all out, poof! Gone, they were. Didn't even have the balls to let me know they were leaving me here. Rose…she made my kids. Taught them well, didn't she, heh! Knows exactly what buttons to press. But ol' Benny will land on his feet and be okay, right?
Meyers throws the bottle into the wall, shattering it entirely.
Meyers: I mean, what did I have to worry about? It's only a fucking eco-nomic crisis across the globe, right? Made me sleep in the fucking guest room, used me like I was nothing. But I'm the son of a bitch who didn't care. F-fuck…I just…
Meyers wails and screams.
Meyers: It's all shit, it's all shit, it's all shit!
Meyers screams unintelligibly for a duration of 5 minutes. Afterward, he turns to write in the book found in Addendum 7499.02.
Meyers: Fuck you!
Meyers begins kicking and slamming various objects against the cage, which leaves several moderate dents and scratches on it. This threatens the Tasmanian devils, who relentlessly clatter the cage while screeching.
Meyers: I wonder where she is, every now and then…
Meyers faints onto the ground, presumptively due to intoxication.
[END LOG, 09/07/1943, 3:30 AM]
Review of additional footage displays Meyers arranging contraptions such as beartraps around the basement.
Addendum 7499.04
Transcript of Benjamin Meyers' Phonecalls
On September 12th, 1943, Benjamin Meyers called SMCC Vice Principal Ruth Alice to discuss the school branding change that was being processed at the time. The transcript is as follows:
Transcript of Phonecall
Benjamin Meyers, circa 1940. Hover to enlarge.
<Begin recording, 09/12/1943, 9:43 PM>
Alice: Hello?
Meyers: Ruth! Haven't seen ya all day! You said you were sick so I just wanted to check up on how you were feeling. How's the time home?
Alice: Oh, hey Ben. I haven't been feeling too well, no. The only thing keeping me conscious is this ice pack on my head.
Meyers: Oh, man, I'm sorry to hear that, Ruth. Y'know, I've been thinking about doing something after work with you. Maybe we could go out to dinner or something? There's this new pizza pl-
Alice: Ben, you've asked me this question four times this week. I know you're excited about it but give me some time, okay? I've already bothered Jack about it and-
Meyers: Jack? That piece-
5 second silence.
Meyers: Nevermind. How is Jack, anyway? I've heard that you guys are get-ting married soon, yeah?
Alice: Uh, yes. The wedding is next month. Why do you ask?
Meyers: Oh, nothing. Yeah, uh, Jack…a nice guy you got there, huh? Anyways, about the branding change: guess what the new name is gonna be!
Alice: What is it, Ben?
Meyers: The Kangaroos! The Krazy Kangaroos, officially. You said you liked kangaroos, right? I bothered the school board about it, I contacted the right people, yada yada yada. I was really getting sick and tired of the whole "Tasmanian Devil" thing. It did nothing for us, honestly. "Peace, Freedom, Devils"? What kind of psycho decided upon that trash, eh? Our march-ing band isn't even matching up to Panorama. I wish we had more funding so-
Alice: Do you want my honest opinion, Ben?
Meyers: Uh-sure!
Alice: That branding is god awful. And I know what you're trying to do. You've been trying to act nice just so you can get far too close for my com-fort. I'm engaged. I don't want you. Please, can you quit?
Meyers: What are you talking about?
Alice: Ben, I can see you staring at my breasts every time we have meet-ings. That's the only reason why you make meetings, anyway. Just to see me. It's not just me you've done this to, either. You've pulled this with Amy, Ren, Julie5, must I go on? I can hear your disgusting conversations about me with people who want nothing to do with you. People are quitting because of you. We can't keep hiring new people who will leave within a month because you keep hitting on absolutely any female you see. Nobody likes it, stop.
10 second silence.
Alice: I'm not sick, Ben. I called in sick because I needed a break from you. You're making everyone's lives hell. Just please stop. Do you not have a wife? What is it, Rose? Isn't that her name?
Meyers: Fuck you, Ruth. Everything about you is trash. I shouldn't have let you anywhere near this damn job and now you want to try to destroy my career? Is that what you really want, you piece of shit? All I wanted was to have dinner-
Alice: No, that's not all you wanted.
Meyers: Would you just shut your fucking trap for a second? I am so sick of you. How come you'll give that douchebag Jack whatever he wants but you can't spare me some time?!
Alice: You're drunk. Hang up now and spare yourself the embarrassment next time I come into work.
Meyers: Oh, you won't be coming into work; not while I'm there. You're fired.
Alice: You're a narcissistic alcoholic, Ben. Get help.
Meyers: Fu-
<End recording, 09/12/1943, 9:48 PM>
Following this, Alice began working for Panorama Community College.
Addendum 7499.05
09/15/1943 Incident Summary
The 09/15/1943 Incident (abrv. 7499.05 Incident) was an event that initially commenced when Benjamin Meyers left his residence immediately following Addendum 7499.04. MTF Nova-1 ("The Watchers") were able to discover Meyers exiting his home roughly 10 minutes after his phonecall with Ruth Alice. Before leaving, Meyers was observed writing in the book found in Addendum 7499.04 and packing various items such as cloth bags, ropes, knives, the beartraps previously set down, and the cage of Tasmanian devils.
The same day, the tracker on Meyers' car broke off due to him backing into a mailbox. Unable to locate Meyers, MTF Sydney-8 ("Midnight Visitors") and MTF Nova-1 ("The Watchers") were promptly dispatched to Meyers' neighborhood. MTF Sydney-8 investigated what Meyers wrote, and MTF Nova-1 spread across the neighborhood to locate his car. The log for this is as follows:
09/15/1943 Incident Exploration Log 1/2
Date: 09/12/1943
Exploration Teams: MTF Sydney-8 ("Midnight Visitors") | MTF Nova-1 ("The Watchers")
Subject: Benjamin Meyers' Neighborhood
Team Leads: SD-8 Crawford / NV-1 Joaquin
Team Members: SD-8 Walker / SD-8 Navarro / SD-8 Sage | Various NV-1 Members
[BEGIN LOG]
SD-8 Crawford: Alright boys, it's time for Round 2.
SD-8 Sage: Way too early for this shit.
SD-8 Crawford: Lighten up, Sage. You only woke up 20 minutes ago.
SD-8 Walker: Night shift's daily wonders.
Site Command: SD-8, your radio should be separated from Nova-1's. Do you hear them at all?
SD-8 Crawford: Nope.
Site Command: Good. You should be able to hear Joaquin when he signals over both radios. He'll relay important info to you and your group. You'll do the same if needed.
SD-8 Crawford: Gotcha.
SD-8 Navarro: Copy, you mean?
SD-8 Crawford: Shut up, Navarro, I'm the team lead here.
Site Command: You'll engage after NV-1 does. Stay prepared for when they give the message.
SD-8 Crawford: Copy that.
SD-8 Walker: There you go.
SD-8 Crawford: I'll shoot you too, Walker.
SD-8 Sage: Good thing he lives in a quiet neighborhood. Makes my life a lot easier.
SD-8 Navarro: The back door lock should already be picked from the last time we were here. Keep your guards up.
SD-8 Crawford: We'll have to hurry over there, too. People are still awake. Stay quiet and I swear to god if any of you trip on a bottle of tequila, you're giving me 200 pushups when we get back.
SD-8 Sage: Sure thing, boss.
Radio statics.
NV-1 Joaquin: NV-1 is in position. Engaging now, over.
NV-1 Joaquin's message cuts off.
SD-8 Crawford: Well, shit. Here we go. Engage now, hurry.
SD-8 scurries to Meyers' home and successfully opens the back door.
MTF Sydney-8 entering Benjamin Meyers' home during the 09/15/1943 in-cident.
(SD-8 Crawford center, SD-8 Navarro left.)
SD-8 Crawford: Quick, move in.
SD-8 Navarro: Don't mean to point out the obvious but watch for bottles. Chances are this guy hasn't cleaned up his house.
SD-8 Walker: We don't know his whereabouts yet, so we might wanna hurry up checking the house.
SD-8 Sage: We don't need to check the house. He hasn't pulled any shady shit anywhere other than in his basement. We just have to make sure the dev-ils don't break out of their cage and we're golden.
SD-8 Crawford: NV-1 will send the signal once they've found 'em. Don't need to worry about how quickly we're going, that only leads to problems and stress. He's not gonna pop up out of nowhere and start attacking us or some-thing. If he does, that's what we have guns for.
SD-8 Walker: Roger.
SD-8 Crawford: Follow my lead. Help me break these planks off the door.
SD-8 swiftly breaks the planks and locks off the basement door.
SD-8 Crawford: Good. We all have our RAZARs6 on?
SD-8 Navarro: Got it.
SD-8 Walker: Yup.
SD-8 Crawford: Sage?
SD-8 Sage: Uh-yeah, got it.
SD-8 Crawford: Alrighty, then. Get out your tranquilizers. We're gonna shoot the sons of bitches once we clear the basement. Walker, watch our backs, will ya?
SD-8 Walker: Roger.
SD-8 moves down the basement but quickly stops.
SD-8 Crawford: Wait, something new.
SD-8 Sage: What is it?
SD-8 Navarro: He set up beartraps. They're at the front of the stairs and also might be around the rest of the basement.
SD-8 Crawford: I'll kick them across, then. Stay up here 'til I say it's clear.
SD-8 Crawford steps towards the last stair and kicks the contraptions across the basement floor.
SD-8 Crawford: Shit, they're already starting to make noise. It's clear, get down here!
SD-8 hurries down the stairs and tranquilizes the Tasmanian devils.
SD-8 Walker: Okay, cool. Now that we don't have to worry about that mess, this place doesn't look like it's changed much.
SD-8 Sage: I'm assuming you didn't see the several beartraps set around this basement and also the refrigerator that collapsed on the floor. There's ants and beetles everywhere, man. I'm not much of a bug kinda guy so I'm happy I have this gear on or else I'd be out of this room by now.
SD-8 Crawford: Yeah, well, you're just a big baby, Sage. But check this out:
SD-8 Crawford points to the cage.
SD-8 Crawford: You guys see the big dents and stuff all around the cage? Pieces of glass are in the cage too, probably cut the poor beasts up. This doesn't look like it can hold up much longer. He must've gotten comfy abusing the poor things.
SD-8 Navarro: What did he write in the book?
SD-8 Crawford: Shit, I forgot about that.
SD-8 Sage: It has an address on here. "Ruth's Address: ████ ██████ Street. I will kill her for you, my superior."
SD-8 Walker: Wait, is that it?
SD-8 Sage: There's just a bunch of scribbling after that.
SD-8 Crawford: Wait, fuck!
SD-8 Crawford signals over both radios.
SD-8 Crawford: I think we've found where he's going. It's-uh-████ ██████ Street. Says it in this book.
NV-1 Joaquin: Roger that, on our way.
SD-8 Crawford ends the signal.
SD-8 Crawford: Well. I guess we know where he's headed. Command, does Nova-1 need any assistance on this guy?
Site Command: You're far closer to Ruth's home than the majority of Nova-1 is. At the moment, only 2 are nearby her house.
SD-8 Crawford: Damn. Okay, uh, we need a ride there.
Site Command: Sending a few from Nova-1 to pick you up now. It should only take a few minutes.
SD-8 Crawford: Roger, on our way out now. Alright, now we're in a rush. We gotta put the locks back on the door, move the beartraps back, and be out-side in a few minutes. Let's move.
SD-8 Navarro: Copy.
In 3 minutes, SD-8 is capable of completing the aforementioned set tasks. The NV-1 vehicle sent by Site Command makes it to SD-8's position on time.
[END LOG]
While progressing towards Alice's home, SD-8 and NV-1 reported noticing Meyers' vehicle parked on the side of a nearby street. Meyers was not seen in the vehicle, however, and was assumed to have directly cut through the wood-lands by where the car was situated in an attempt to shorten the length be-tween him and Alice's home. Analysis of Meyers' automobile after the Addendum 7499.05 exhibited nothing of use.
Within several minutes, SD-8 and NV-1 arrived at Alice's home. Surrounding the area, both forces were able to locate Meyers peeking through the backdoor window. During this period, Site Command notified both groups that Alice's husband was absent from the premise on account of night shift work.
Meyers seemed to have acknowledged this fact and, in accordance, shattered the glass of the window to enter Alice's residence. SD-8 was ordered to promptly close in on the area while NV-1 was on the lookout for feasible events taking place on the outside. The log for SD-8s engagement precedes as such:
09/15/1943 Incident Exploration Log 2/2
Date: 09/12/1943
Exploration Teams: MTF Sydney-8 ("Midnight Visitors") |
Subject: Ruth Alice's home
Team Leads: SD-8 Crawford
Team Members: SD-8 Walker / SD-8 Navarro / SD-8 Sage
[BEGIN LOG]
SD-8 Crawford: Shit! Close in, quick!
SD-8 Navarro: Activate your RAZARs.
SD-8 Crawford: Sage, I'm gonna have you armed and ready to fire. Rest of us, we're gonna stay back and make decisions from there. We're gonna have to strictly go off of gut feeling and instinct from training.
SD-8 Sage: Roger that.
SD-8 Walker: Y'know sometimes I really wish I chose the dayshift.
SD-8 Navarro: "Night shift's daily wonders" my ass.
SD-8 Crawford: Looks like he set the beartraps right in front of the hallway and the cage by a door, which I'm not quite sure if it's the basement door or not. If I had money to bet, he's down the hall.
Faint stumbling is heard in the background audio, followed by a sudden, vi-olent scream.
SD-8 Crawford: Yep! That's definitely where he is! Jump in, now!
SD-8 jumps through the shattered window and into Alice's dining room.
SD-8 Crawford: Hide behind something, anything. We might get lucky and waste this son of a bitch tonight.
SD-8 Walker: That's if he's not already wasted right now.
SD-8 Sage: Funny joke, Walker.
SD-8 Navarro: Scram! Now!
SD-8 Crawford and SD-8 Navarro hide in a close position behind the dining room table. SD-8 Sage ducks behind a couch in the accessible living room. SD-8 Walker opts to lay flat on the floor next to the kitchen cabinets.
Meyers is seen dragging Alice, who has a tied cloth bag around her head, and throwing her to the floor. Muffled screams stem from underneath the bag.
Meyers: Your screams mean absolutely fucking nothing!
Meyers rattles the cage of the Tasmanian devils in an obvious attempt to trigger them.
Meyers: Do you hear them? Listen to them well, Ruth. I've starved 'em for days for this moment. They're just as excited as I am!
SD-8 Crawford cautiously begins to move while avoiding noise. He signals SD-8 Navarro to follow his lead.
Meyers: You have a similar layout to my house, heh. I wonder if your basement looks the same, too.
Meyers approaches the basement door and opens it. Meyers then stomps the cage and kicks it towards Ruth.
Meyers: (cackling) Loud, ain't it!?!
Meyers grabs Alice by the cloth bag and lifts her off the ground. Taking her by the neck with his forearm, he steps towards the basement. SD-8 Crawford and SD-8 Navarro move from their spaces and aim their rifles di-rectly at Meyers.
SD-8 Crawford: Hands up where I can see them!
Meyers instantly turns to SD-8 Crawford in surprise. SD-8 Walker and SD-8 Sage move out from their positions, with their guns still pointed at Meyers.
SD-8 Navarro: If you don't want to be dragged onto the ground and have every piece of bone in your arms shattered, I suggest you put your fucking hands up and get down.
Meyers: Who are you?
SD-8 Sage: The last people you'll ever see outside of prison, now follow instructions before we laser your ass back to the stone age.
Meyers looks around the room momentarily. In one sudden move, he crouches to open the cage. However, Meyers is shot in the shoulder by SD-8 Sage before he can entirely open it.
Meyers falls backward and tumbles down the basement stairs. Alice covers her ears and fearfully screams.
SD-8 Crawford: Don't worry, Ruth. He's gone now.
Alice: How do you know my name!?
SD-8 Crawford: Because I have superpowers.
SD-8 Walker: You need to stop.
SD-8 Crawford removes the cloth bag from Alice's head.
SD-8 Crawford: If it makes you feel any better, you're not gonna remember any of this at all by tomorrow morning.
Alice: I'm confused…who are you people!?
SD-8 Sage: Don't worry about it. You're never gonna see us again after tonight, and it's not like you'll even remember us to begin with. We are no-body to you. But we will remember you. You are someone to us.
SD-8 Walker: God, I feel like I'm getting the spins.
SD-8 Crawford: Navarro, with me. We're gonna take him.
Alice glances at the cage. Before SD-8 Crawford and SD-8 Navarro enter the basement, Alice flings the cage of Tasmanian devils down the stairs, which bursts open upon impact. Alice then locks the door and closes it.
SD-8 Crawford: Jesus Christ!
SD-8 Sage: What the fuck?!
SD-8 Walker: Wait, what just happened?
Meyers is enveloped and torn apart by the pack of rabid animals. His screeches of pain are present in the background of the audio footage.
SD-8 Crawford: What the hell? W-
3 second pause.
SD-8 Crawford: Well shit.
SD-8 Walker: That was tragic, to say the least.
SD-8 Sage: I'm glad I got to be the one to shoot him.
SD-8 Crawford: You should be, Sage. I'm proud of all of you, I really am. You guys have come a long way in training and I'm genuinely happy to say I'm your captain.
SD-8 Navarro: It's been an experience, captain.
SD-8 Walker: Hoorah.
SD-8 Sage: Always ready for more.
SD-8 Crawford: Now, with that out the way, McDonald's or Hungry Jack's? It's a little different, y'know, since we're in Australia, but I could go for any food at all right now and those just happen to be the cheapest options.
Alice: Sir?
SD-8 Crawford: Oh, right.
[END LOG]
Alice was registered Class-B amnestics following Addendum 7499.05.
After Addendum 7499.05, SMCC was officially shut down and SCP-7499 was subse-quently declared Neutralized.
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