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Mission Log Part 1

Mission Abstract: Investigate the Psionics Research Facility, determine the status of SCP-2664, and identify any other anomalies and/or GRU Division "P" researchers on-site. This mission transcript was broken into multiple logs for ease of reading.

Assigned Task Force: Mobile Task Force Lambda-9 "Mind over Matter" (8 members)

Additional Information: All members of the infiltration team were equipped with Keter-grade anti-psionic equipment3, such as electrum-lined helmets, and experimental hollow-cavity firearms for inflicting maximum cerebral damage. Additionally, members L9-1 and L9-2 possessed scouting- and offensive-grade psionic capabilities. While L9-1 was an experienced agent that had led Lambda-9 for eleven years, L9-2 was a new agent chosen to replace the previous L9-2 (who was killed during the recontainment of SCP-████).

[BEGIN LOG]

Lambda-9 is airdropped into the Verkhoyansk Range approximately 2.5 kilometers away from the Psionics Research Facility. The landing zone is relatively level, albeit icy. A storm is gradually forming over the area; visibility is lowered as a result.

L9-1: Equipment check.

All members of the team confirm that their equipment is functional.

L9-1: Blizzard's picking up, we might lose our reception. Command, do you copy?

Command: Confirmed, 1. Proceed as planned. You may withdraw from the hot zone if you judge that conditions will become too harsh.

L9-1: Understood… Right, let's just run down the plan real quick. The six of us are checking out the facility, and you two are staying back here to keep an eye on the copter. We're gonna do a standard sweep-and-clear and then report back on whatever we find. Okay?

General assent from the group.

L9-1: Right. Let's get going then.

Lambda-9 proceeds towards the facility. The journey is uneventful, though -1 and -2 each report a sudden migraine as they approach.

L9-1: Command, we have reached the facility. Matches the informant's description: a big block of concrete with small windows and vents near the top. I can see three guard towers around the building… probably a fourth. Two just performed a basic mental sweep; he can't sense any living things and the counter-surveillance equipment isn't picking up anything. Looks like we're the only people outside.

Command: Understood. Proceed with infiltration but stay alert.

L9-1: Roger. Alright, Three, check out the door. See what you can do.

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It is assumed that L9-3 investigates the main door and opens it. Lambda-9 enters one at a time, with L9-1 taking point.

At this point, all audiovisual telemetry fails and contact with the infiltration team is lost. L9-7 and L9-8 are able to maintain audio contact with Command. Five minutes later, L9-7 experiences psionic telemetry4 vis-a-vis L9-1. L9-1 proceeds to use L9-7 as an unconventional mouthpiece to report on the conditions of the Facility.

L9-7: Hello? Can you hear me? Eight? Are you there? It's One!

L9-8: What the hell? One?

Command: L9-7? Are you there? L9-1, we can't reach your radios - how are you able to communicate through Seven?

L9-7: I'm not sure. All our radio equipment died as soon as we walked in, but mine and Two's psionic powers are going crazy. We can still sense Seven and Eight, but I can't tell how far away they are… and there's something else. Something… different. I think it's juicing us up - it's how I could tap into Seven. I don't know how to describe it, it feels… it feels like there's something spying on us. Felt like I should try to reach out and keep you informed. Seven should be fine; mild headache at worst.

Command: One, what are you seeing?

L9-7: We're standing on a double helix. Vertically. The moment we walked through the door we were standing perpendicular to it. It's like we're on the side of a giant, multicolored double helix. It's orange and green and purple and red and…

L9-7 is quiet for a moment.

L9-7: And it just… keeps going, into this large, empty, white space. I can't see a horizon. There's no horizon at all. There's a bunch of these… orbs floating off in the distance. They're all kinds of colors like red and blue and green and black but I can't tell how far away they are. I'm not even sure if they're that far away. None of us can. The helix just keeps going - but it's not getting smaller. It just… goes on forever. The door's floating about… I'd say three meters above us. Relatively speaking, I mean. I can see the outside of this place. The snow. Four's gonna try jumping up there.

There is a brief pause before L9-7 suddenly screams.

L9-8: Fuck!

L9-7: FOUR! Jesus christ! Six, don't! God-damn-it Six - god - damn - it STOP! There's nothing you can do! Fuck!

L9-7 breathes heavily before speaking again.

L9-7: Command? Four tried jumping up to the door, but as soon as he jumped it was like gravity suddenly came back. He couldn't make the jump and just fell down. Down down. Past the helix down. We can't see him anymore. But I can still sense him… he's still falling. And screaming.

L9-7: I don't know, Six! Fuck. Let's just… keep going? Okay? Okay.

L9-8: Six?

L9-7: Yeah. I'm talking to the rest of the team… We're agreed. We're going to press forward, look for another way out of here. Maybe we'll catch up to Four - I can still sense him. He's still falling. And screaming.

For the next three hours, L9-7 is unresponsive to both -8 and Command's attempts at communication before speaking again.

L9-7: Command? We've found something. The helix branches off a bit. There's a doorway there. I can see inside… it looks like a lab of some kind. We can walk to it. Hopefully it's a way out.

L9-7: Damn, it's a no go. We're back in the real world… but the only door out of here is the same way we came in. And these walls must be, what, fifteen centimeters thick? I can't sense Four anymore…

L9-7 is quiet for several seconds.

L9-7: We're gonna take a look around the lab, see what we can find before we go back in. Right now I'm seeing a lot of dust, lots of tables with scientific equipment on them. Microscopes, test tubes - ugh, there's something floating in there - shelves full of electrical parts… that's odd. The power's still on. Looking at a… what's this thing called?… An oscilloscope. It's still on. What's this, a wave of some kind? All jittery and messy. Huh. Looks like the place was abandoned in a hurry - hm?

L9-7: Jesus. Command? Three found something. Dead Ruskie in the corner of the room. Sitting in a chair in front of an… oscilloscope. The top of his skull, uh, it's just gone. His brain… it's all stretched out. Like Silly Putty. It's… jammed into all the equipment here. There's brain in the microscopes, in the oscilloscope, into the walls. Uh, other than that, he looks normal enough? About… about thirty years old. Isn't showing any signs of decomposition. Kind of dusty though.

L9-7: Oh, hey yeah. Command? There's an ID tag on this guy. Named… Albert Brin.

L9-7: Five's scraping a bit of Albert's brain off the wall for a sample. We decided we're gonna rest in here for a few hours, then go back into the helix. I'm gonna break off the connection now - keeping it up in this mess is exhausting. Tell Seven thanks.

Command: Understood. Sweet dreams.

[END LOG]