Carroll #022: The Last Stand

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**[http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/ralliston-s-authorpage More by this author]**
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> **__RAISA FILE: Group of Interest [DEFUNCT]__**
> **__GoI-001: [[[chicago-spirit|Chicago Spirit]]]__**
> **FILE CREATED:** c. 1933
> **FILE LAST REVISED BY GOI:** July 1933
> **FILE RECOVERED:** July 1933
> **[TEXT REPRODUCED BELOW]**[[footnote]] **[RAISA NOTICE]** Edits have been made for spelling, grammar, and general formatting.[[/footnote]]

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[[include component:image-block name=building.jpg|align=center|width=300px|caption=Aftermath of one of the raids, right near the Manor. Turned out shockingly well for us and it. Not so much for the Gray Guns.[[footnote]] **[RAISA NOTICE]** "Grey Guns" -- a term used by the Chicago Spirit to refer to the Foundation's heavy military unit of Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), a now-defunct special operations task force and subgroup of MTF Alpha-1 that was composed of military personnel and generals. The unit later attempted to take control of the Foundation during the Foundation Civil War. The remains of the group are now known as the Chaos Insurgency.[[/footnote]]]]

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Wherever the Grey Guns are -- which nowadays means wherever the fuck I[[footnote]] **[RAISA NOTICE]** In the case of this sentence and the entire file, all instances of the pronoun "I" and its appropriate derivatives refer to Richard Chappell, the then-leader of the Chicago Spirit.[[/footnote]] am. I'd say wherever the fuck //we// are, but ever since they got Micky... it's been maybe twenty of us, thirty tops, all barricaded up in the Manor, no contact with the outside whatsoever. Whenever the hills light up aflame, this is where you should be looking for it -- it'll show up sooner or later, of that you can be certain. After the show clears, it'll be gone -- but wait long enough for the Guns to come back out again, and it'll sure as hell be there to tear them a new one.

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Us and the Grey Guns, mostly. I'm sure that some of the people of Chicago have noticed it -- it's hard not to -- but most of 'em don't go anywhere near the Manor. We've made it clear we don't want any visitors years ago. First time in my life I'm starting to rethink that decision.

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Honestly? I've no fucking clue. If I were a godly man, I'd say it's some sign from up there. Don't think the word 'got' is right, either -- it's more like //it// got //us//.

Picture the year of our Lord 1933. Ever since the Grey Coats[[footnote]] **[RAISA NOTICE]** "Grey Coats" -- a term used by the Chicago Spirit to refer to the Foundation at large.[[/footnote]] [[[ralliston-s-proposal|took over the Factory and threw Rollander back to hell]]] back in '08, things have been tough. Real tough. They looked up in the Factory's files and saw everything they needed on us -- names, addresses, deals, you name it. And the Coats don't like us. Not one bit. Our business means trouble to their precious Veil -- but without our business, we are nothing. So we don't bend the knee and keep on fightin'. The Coats don't like that neither.

Decade after decade, they get more of our guys than we could ever hope to recruit back into the fold. We're smart and we're fast, but with Darke's treacherous ass no longer supporting us ever since the Factory, we can't fight on forever. The Coats know all of our hideouts and they know all of our secrets -- they somehow figure 'em out even when we try moving things around, too. For years, things aren't lookin' good for us, but we somehow manage -- and then 1933 comes, and everything goes to shit.

The Coats decide they're sick and tired of our guerilla ops, so they send in the heavy hitters -- the fasc fucks they like to call the Red Right Hand. Not to say I like the rest of the Coats, but the Guns are something special. You know me, I'm not a clean man -- but fascists? Fuck 'em. Don't wanna hear 'em, don't wanna see 'em -- anywhere else than in the grave, that is. And those little shits are just that. All guns and armor, they don't just do their job -- they live for it. They don't even want the money, either -- they just enjoy the kill. So when they're sent after us, we fall in just months. Until the Manor and the people in it are all that's left, myself included.

We think we're fucked for good, the day the Guns come for the Manor proper. We've not enough guys and we've not enough weapons -- and ever since my confrontation with that [[[creaking-at-the-seams|old faerie fuck in '29]]], my own powers and eyes haven't been the same. So like I said -- we think we're done. Until //it// comes around.

Seven feet tall, easily five hundred pounds of living weight. All hair with a fedora on its head and a fag between its lips, it //mauls// through those fucks like butter through a knife. I call it 'it' and not 'he' because I've seen men fight all my life -- and the way that //thing// used its hands and legs to tear the Guns apart is unlike anything I've ever seen. It moves faster than bullets, too -- you can barely see it blur around until it's gone. It rips 'em all apart until all of them are either dead or have escaped. 

The guys also don't really want to call it anything else but a thing, either. In the few moments you can look at it right, it looks like one of those [[[scp-1000|nightwalkers]]] we keep hearing about. That, and your eyes get weird when you get near it. You no longer see any colors -- it's all black and white, just like the pictures, until you get far enough away to get normal again.

Before we can ask it any questions, though, it disappears.

Ever since, it's been showing up whenever the Guns decide it's time to try and launch another assault -- that is to say, pretty damn frequently. Every time, it's the exact same -- the Guns come, the thing appears, rips 'em all apart, and walks right into the mist. The Guns tried many things on it, too -- flamethrowers, grenade launchers, guns, you name it. It resisted all of 'em. It just keeps on coming, ever so eager to kill a few more fascists.

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Again, don't think the word 'use' is correct. We can't control it. Don't think anyone can.

Still, whenever the Guns come around, hoping to take us out -- it also comes around. It kills fascists is what it does, and not one thing beyond it. Like I said, we tried talkin' to it over and over, hoping we could get its hands on our deck, but... well. It don't look like it has any interest in brewing moonshine or smuggling goods. But hey, not that I'm complainin' -- as long as it keeps on doing its job, I am more than satisfied with the job. Especially since it doesn't seem to want want no money for it, either.

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> **__FILE APPENDIX: CONVERSATION TRANSCRIPTS__**
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> **UPDATE CREATED:** July 1933
> **UPDATE RECOVERED:** July 1933
> **[TEXT REPRODUCED BELOW]**

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[[collapsible show=">> Access Conversations" hide="<< Exit Conversations"]]

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= TRANSCRIPT OF A TELEPHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN RICHARD CHAPPELL AND AN UNKNOWN RECIPIENT ON JULY 4TH, 1933, FROM 7:24 PM (GMT-5) TO 7:27 pm (GMT-5)[[footnote]] **[RAISA NOTICE]** Conversation intercepted approximately twenty minutes after the failure of the third MTF Alpha-1 attempt at breaching the Chappell Manor and arresting Richard Chappell. [[/footnote]]
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**CHAPPELL:** Yeah? Who's this?

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= **//[4-SECOND SILENCE ON THE RECORDING. FOR 3 SECONDS, DISTANT SOUNDS SIMILAR TO GROWLING CAN BE HEARD]//**

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**CHAPPELL:** Oh sure, very fuckin' funny. Piss off. Not in the mood for--

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= **//[THE SOUNDS COALESCE TOGETHER TO FORM A DEEP, ROUGH-SOUNDING MALE VOICE WITH A BRITISH ACCENT]//**

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:**[[footnote]] **[RAISA NOTICE]** All Foundation efforts to track the other end of the line were, so far, entirely unsuccessful. [[/footnote]] And hello to you too, Richard.
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**CHAPPELL:** That's "Mister Chappell" to you, bastard. What is this about? Who are you?

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= **//[A QUIET CHUCKLE CAN BE HEARD, ALONGSIDE THE SOUND OF MATCHES STRIKING FIRE.]//**

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** The name wouldn't tell you much. Either way, what this is about? Some bloody gratitude, for starters. Don't think you'd still be here, talking to me, without my help.
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** Ah. So it's you, then.

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Aye. Good to finally meet the man himself. Been looking forward to it for quite some time.
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** Well, then. What it is you want? What're you doing? Why?

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** In the long run? Nothing you can ever provide, I'm afraid. In the short term, though? Well. You've been a magnet for fascists recently, it seems. And I don't particularly like them, in case you haven't already noticed. You might be a bastard, but you're a tight git, Chappell, sticking it up to the cops. I like that in people. Let's just say that we... share some goals, I suppose. I'm willing to help you, as long as it helps me.
[[/>]]

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= **//[3-SECOND SILENCE ON THE RECORDING. CHAPPELL CHUCKLES.]//**

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**CHAPPELL:** Seems we've got more in common than I thought. Anything I can really do for you? 'Cause I won't lie, there's a few things I think //you// could do for //me//.

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Yeah? And what's that?
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** Get us out of here. Me and my people. Sixteen guys. All we need is--

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Out of the question. I can take on the Reds in the field when they're open, but to take you out into their city? Impossible.
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**CHAPPELL:** Listen, I can get you literally anything you want. You name it. Just help us--

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** I already told you, I can't do it. You ever been up against Foundation-made sniper rifles? They'd gun us down the second I stopped moving.
[[/>]]

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= **//[4-SECOND SILENCE ON THE RECORDING.]//**

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**CHAPPELL:** So what the hell am I supposed to do?

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Right now? Just keep on being the anglerfish.
[[/>]]

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= TRANSCRIPT OF A TELEPHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN RICHARD CHAPPELL AND AN UNKNOWN RECIPIENT ON JULY 7TH, 1933, FROM 2:46 PM (GMT-5) TO 2:53 AM (GMT-5)[[footnote]] **[RAISA NOTICE]** Conversation intercepted approximately twelve minutes after the failure of the fourth MTF Alpha-1 attempt at breaching the Chappell Manor and arresting Richard Chappell. [[/footnote]]
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**CHAPPELL:** Yeah?

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** You know, there's something I've been pondering. Why do all of this?
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**CHAPPELL:** The hell you mean?

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** The Foundation can't be enjoying this show, either. I'm sure that at any point you could've reached out to them, talked it through, and managed an outcome where you walk free, and they get what they want. So why keep on keeping on?
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**CHAPPELL:** Fuck that.

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**[UNKNOWN]:** Oh?
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**CHAPPELL:** If I bent the knee, what kind of fuckin' leader would I be? The one who dishonors the work and sacrifices of his people for his own good? The one who shows the finger to all those that came before him just so he can sit on his ass and do nothing until death comes knocking?

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**[UNKNOWN]:** The one that leads more than sixteen people, I imagine.
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**CHAPPELL:** Eat my dick, smartass. You know what I mean. I'm not leaving my goddamn people. They'd do the same for me.

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**[UNKNOWN]:** Would they, though?
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**CHAPPELL:** That, and I'm not kneeling to no goddamn fascists. Fuck 'em.

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= **//[A BRIEF CHUCKLE ON THE RECORDING.]//**

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Aye. I can respect that.
[[/>]]

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= **//[8-SECOND SILENCE ON THE RECORDING.]//**

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** I didn't ask for no reason, you know. I wanted to see what kind of man I could peg you for.
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** So what kind am I, then? The one that satisfies the insufferable types?

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** No. The one that instills genuine fear into the Foundation. That's why they're doing it.
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** Eh?

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** You never wondered why they labelled you GoI-001? Out of all the others, you're number one, and you never wondered why?
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**CHAPPELL:** The fuck's a gee-oh-ay?

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Ah. Right. Well, my point is -- you scare them, Chappell. They fought demons and came back from hell, but you -- you're an element. Uncontrollable and unpredictable, you just keep on going against all odds. So they want you gone, so they don't have to deal with you when you inevitably decide they're a good game. Hell, you'd ally with the devil if it meant your people could keep on going.
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**CHAPPELL:** Heh. Darke came pretty close, as far as devils go.

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Aye, he did. Like I said -- you're not just a man, you're like fire. Fire they fear could stand up and face and burn them, if they don't deal with it in time.
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= **//[5-SECOND SILENCE ON THE RECORDING.]//**

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** I shouldn't be doing this, but you know what? Fuck it. I like you, Chappell. I really do. I know I said I can't help you, but I'll try to figure something out. I'll keep you in the loop. Just give me some time to make a few calls.
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** And what the hell should I do in the meantime?

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Don't let them put you out.
[[/>]]

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= TRANSCRIPT OF A TELEPHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN RICHARD CHAPPELL AND AN UNKNOWN RECIPIENT ON JULY 9TH, 1933, FROM 11:45 PM (GMT-5) TO 11:46 PM (GMT-5)[[footnote]] **[RAISA NOTICE]** Conversation intercepted approximately two minutes after the failure of the fifth MTF Alpha-1 attempt at breaching the Chappell Manor and arresting Richard Chappell. [[/footnote]]
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**CHAPPELL:** Y--

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Tomorrow. 
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**CHAPPELL:** What?

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** This line isn't safe. The Foundation's bugged it. My people are certain.
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**CHAPPELL:** Bastards.

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Like I said -- tomorrow. Be ready. As ready as you can be.
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**CHAPPELL:** And what the fuck's tomorrow?

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= **//[A BRIEF CHUCKLE ON THE RECORDING.]//**

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Only tomorrow will tell, won't it?
[[/>]]

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= TRANSCRIPT OF A TELEPHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN RICHARD CHAPPELL AND AN UNKNOWN RECIPIENT ON JULY 10TH, 1933, FROM 10:12 AM (GMT-5) TO 10:16 AM (GMT-5)[[footnote]] **[RAISA NOTICE]** Conversation intercepted approximately three minutes before the dispatchment of the sixth MTF Alpha-1 attempt at breaching the Chappell Manor. [[/footnote]]
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**CHAPPELL:** What took you so l--

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Listen. I don't have much time. Take everything you need, and nothing more. Just you, in three minutes, before the Manor. I made some calls. I can manage you get you out of here. Just you.
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**CHAPPELL:** But--

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Christ's sake, we don't have time for this! Hurry. The Foundation's coming, and they're coming big. I can't handle them in the field this time. They got tanks -- //tanks//! This is our only chance. Remember -- outside the Manor, just you.
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**CHAPPELL:** The hell you mean, just me?

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= **//[LOUD GROWL ON THE RECORDING.]//**

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** What, you think teleporting in and out of a Foundation-controlled area is easy? Even the two of us is stretching my guy's skills thin. Anything more is undoable.
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** Fuck that.

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** ...Excuse me?
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**CHAPPELL:** I can't go. Not without the others.

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** For god's-- you can die here, Chappell! And if you won't, they'll stick you in some cell to rot until you eventually //do//. You want a way out, this is what I can give you. You won't get another chance. I am physically incapable of giving you one.
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** I won't leave my guys to fascists. Fuck this. If we go down, we go down together, guns blazing. I'll take all of them bastards to the grave with me, if need be.

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= **//[SIGH ON THE RECORDING.]//**

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Are you certain?
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** As certain as I can be. Better to die standing than live knowing you left your own people to get gutted.

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** I see. Well.
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** "Well?"

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** I can't force you. Even if I wanted to, I'm not the Foundation.
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** And thank god for that.

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= **//[6-SECOND SILENCE ON THE RECORDING. CHAPPELL CHUCKLES.]//**

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** So. I suppose this is it, then?
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** Probably. Been good knowing you. I won't forget what you did for us.

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** Good to hear that. I won't forget you, too. Best of luck in the hunts to come. If you make it out, do give me a call. I'd love to help, but, well. I'm afraid I draw the line at artillery shells.
[[/>]]

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**CHAPPELL:** Call you? I don't even know where you're calling from -- or your goddamn name. 

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[[>]]
**[UNKNOWN]:** I already told you -- I'm just a nobody.
[[/>]]

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> **__FILE APPENDIX: LETTER TO RICHARD CHAPPELL__**
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> **UPDATE CREATED:** July 1933
> **UPDATE RECOVERED:** July 1933
> **[TEXT REPRODUCED BELOW]**

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[[collapsible show=">> Access Letter" hide="<< Exit Letter"]]

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= TRANSCRIPT OF A LETTER RECOVERED ON JULY 11TH, 1933, FOLLOWING A SUCCESSFUL RAID ON CHAPPELL MANOR AND ARREST OF RICHARD CHAPPELL (NOW CLASSIFIED AS [[[big-dick-chappell|SCP-046-ARC]]]; SEE FILE FOR FURTHER INFORMATION)

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Richard,

I'm afraid this is a goodbye. A shame, really -- me and my folk could really use some of your talents. But I respect and understand your decision -- there really are few better gambles to take on than those that might end up with dead fascists. Still, if you change your mind and somehow get out -- I'm bound for Portland[[footnote]] **[RAISA NOTICE]** Further information possessed by the Foundation in regards to the entity referred to by Richard Chappell as Carroll #022 suggests it was referring not to Portland, Oregon, but rather to Three Portlands, which was at the time undergoing massive anti-fascist riots. [[/footnote]] next, and I'm sure you can still catch up with me if you decide to execute our plan.

No matter which choice you make, though, I doubt our paths will ever cross again. But if you do make it out alive and still want to talk to me -- like I said, call Hans or Ivan. You know my name. Say I sent you. They'll put me through, in their own ways. They might not look like much of phone operators, but trust me -- they'll manage.

With all of that said, all I'm left with is to wish you good hunting. Stick it up to those bastards, Chappell. Make them pay for what they are.

[[>]]
//-- Nobody//
[[/>]]

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**PS:** If I happen to fall in Portland and you still want to talk to me, reach out to whoever takes up the moniker after me. I'm sure they'll be fine folk -- we don't get bastards like Nineteen more than once in a millennium.

**PPS:** Whilst I greatly appreciate the compliment, I'm not actually one of the Yeren! I'm sure my fur, height, and your eyesight might've made a different impression than I intended, but I assure you -- I'm something else entirely.

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But then again, I'm sure that would've become blindingly apparent should you actually reach out to [[[scp-5464|my people]]].
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= **|| Carroll #022: The Last Stand || [[[fret-not-dear-heart|Fret Not, Dear Heart, Let Not Them Hear]]] >>**

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