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[[=]]
++ **Addendum 9070-5-7:** Final briefing before Operation Waywalker
[[/=]]

[[=]]
+++* 9 DAYS, 0 HOURS AND 0 MINUTES AFTER SCP-9070
[[/=]]

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The effort to establish a Way for Serpent's Hand reinforcements, coined as Operation Waywalker by Dr. Wrenna, had been deemed ready to be initialized. The following was the briefing made before the operation.

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[[div style="border:solid 3px; padding:15px; margin-bottom: 10px;"]]

//<The group of four has met in an abandoned warehouse on the docks. They are standing over a map that Dr. Wrenna made in 7 minutes and printed out from an abandoned industrial printer, refilled by ink synthesized by Weißenwrachz.>//

[[=image Dakar%20Territories.png size="medium"]]

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** You work fast. Don't think this is up to code, though.

**Weißenwrachz:** Also incredibly outdated, my people don't even hold territory anymore, I'd say.

**Dr. Wrenna:** Look, it's outdated and based on Alpha-25's intel, okay? Can we-- ignore that. The location of Gamma is the most important.

**Afrastella Maskmaker:** [[span class="demonB"]] If only we had the Mapweavers of the Highest Tower from the Dusklands. They'd succeed on establishing a proper overview of the battlefield. [[/span]]

**Dr. Wrenna:** I-- well-- fuck off, lady? I'm trying my best.

**Afrastella Maskmaker:** [[span class="demonB"]] If I must. [[/span]]

//<Afrastella Maskmaker falls quiet and bows her head.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Okay, look. We have decoy Ways. Maskmaker has been busy at work setting up traps and thaumaturgic energy signatures so that the Scarlet Society will hopefully be confused by the insane amount of magic sources. We have guns--

//<Dr. Wrenna places a hand on top of the crate full of Marshall AR-S4s.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** --a few fragments from Gamma, refined through some unknown chemical or thaumaturgic interaction--

//<Dr. Wrenna gestures to a box in a far corner that has symbolism from 18 different religions drawn onto it by Weißenwrachz.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** --and us four. We estimate that the ritual will take 20 minutes. In that time we will, hopefully, manage to fight off whatever response that we'll met with. While they might be 500 according to Alpha-25, I cannot imagine that they'd just-- respond with all 500 of them. Especially not with multiple signatures popping up at the same time.

**Afrastella Maskmaker:** [[span class="demonB"]] My chief concern is that of the caster that managed to hit Thorstein Vestergaard far out in the ocean. If they can inscribe such a spell, they can do much else, this I promise. [[/span]]

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** Alright. I'll try and take care of that. Given I'm the least impacted by a Scranton field, I'll grab the Gamma shards and see if I can't disable whatever that fellow is.

**Weißenwrachz:** I have prepared a psionic message that can be sent into the Way so that the Hand knows that we direly need reinforcements. It contains all the information we have, and it should only take 3 seconds for skilled magi to comprehend it, maybe 10 for the more novice of skill. As with all things Serpent's Hand, the exact reinforcement and, well. Type of reinforcement is unclear.

**Dr. Wrenna:** Anything works for me, come golems or dragons.

**Weißenwrachz:** ... Yeah. Golems or dragons. So what now?

**Dr. Wrenna:** I suppose-- are there any questions?

//<3 seconds of silence passes.>//

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** You did amazing, man. Well done.

//<Dr. Wrenna blinks and looks to Sgt. Vestergaard. They exchange a grin.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Alright then, let's get into position.

**Weißenwrachz:** With honor.

**Afrastella Maskmaker:** [[span class="demonB"]] With //power// [[/span]].

**<END LOG>**

[[/div]]

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[[=]]
++ **Addendum 9070-5-8:** The Rome Incident
[[/=]]

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The following describes a comprehensive timeline of The Rome Incident as known by the Special Containment Procedures Foundation. Investigations are ongoing regarding the inciting factors and continued outcome.
[[/=]]

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**A message regarding the Rome Incident.**

[[/div]]

[[div style="font-size: 10px; margin-top: -30px"]]

From: [[span style="color: #C1292E"]] __@@admin@scip.net@@__ [[/span]]
To: [[span style="color: #C1292E"]] __All@scip__ [[/span]]

[[/div]]

I understand that many are, as I am, shocked regarding the situation in Rome. We are working on amnesticizing the population while working through our grief at the losses.

The loss of life and history in the heart of Rome is one that will haunt our organization for many years to come. It also remains an example of why the Foundation must continue to operate as it has, less the anomalous get out of control under our ignorance.

Today, those we protect died in the dark. That is typically the burden that we must carry. But this makes the fallen heroes in my eyes, and I think it is the same situation in your eyes as well.

We are working on a solution regarding the loss of the Vatican. Our resources remain strained in the wake of SCP-9070. I promise that I will find a path through this catastrophe regardless of that.

We will continue to guard this world against tragedies like these. And I will do my best to stand besides the brave men and women of the Foundation.

[[=]]

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//Secure. Contain. Protect.//

[[/div]]

-//**The Administrator**//
[[/=]]
[[=image SCP-Logo.png size="small" style="margin-top: -20px"]]
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**[The following document has been redacted by order of the OVERSEER COUNCIL. It is strictly classified and may only be accessed by personnel with CLEARANCE LEVEL 5 AND ABOVE.]**

**JULY 5TH, 2025**

Time stamps describe events as they happened in the local timezone.

**01:02** - A sinkhole measuring 43 meters in diameter appears underneath SCP-9070-EPSILON as part of the approved mission by [[span class="o5 o5-5" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-5[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Shadow[[/span]][[/span]], [[span class="o5 o5-6" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-6[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Singularity[[/span]][[/span]] and MTF ALPHA-01 "Red Right Hand" to relocate EPSILON away from GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION and HORIZON INITIATIVE control. Casualties caused by this are considered acceptable, even if an on oversight made by [[span class="o5 o5-5" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-5[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Shadow[[/span]][[/span]] caused the sinkhole's size to grow by approximately 30 meters in diameter.

**01:03** - An exchange regarding the outcome of the operation was started between [[span class="o5 o5-5" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-5[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Shadow[[/span]][[/span]] and [[span class="o5 o5-6" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-6[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Singularity[[/span]][[/span]]. The exact contents of this exchange remain unknown.

**01:03** - A collection of small explosions goes off at the same time throughout ROME. The source of these remain unknown, but a collection of hostile MALUM-class anomalies (colloquially regarded as entities such as demons) appear afterwards throughout the city. Serpent's Hand sleeper constructs concealed as gargoyles scramble to engage these entities.

**01:05** - The casualties of the operation includes three (3) ALPHA-01 operatives, four (4) SARKIC cultists and one (1) member of MTF ALPHA-26 "Cybercrawler Couriers". As this is discovered, [[span class="o5 o5-6" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-6[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Singularity[[/span]][[/span]] confronts [[span class="o5 o5-5" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-5[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Shadow[[/span]][[/span]] regarding the operation to reprimand him. This is considered inappropriate conduct by [[span class="o5 o5-6" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-6[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Singularity[[/span]][[/span]], which [[span class="o5 o5-5" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-5[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Shadow[[/span]][[/span]] informs [[span class="o5 o5-6" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-6[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Singularity[[/span]][[/span]] of.

**01:06** - The sinkhole is slowly repaired by KARCIST BELLUS, causing EPSILON to be inaccessible from aboveground. What happens inside the spatial anomaly that THE FREE ORDER OF NADOX occupies remains unknown at this time.

**01:11** - GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION operatives arrives on the scene of the former location of EPSILON. They begin evacuation of civilian forces a 500 meter radius from the established zone of control that EPSILON was formerly located in.

**01:12** - A large electric sink centered near the former location of the sinkhole causes most of Rome to lose power. An earthquake measuring 4.3 on the Ricther scale, with an hypocenter below EPSILON's former location, causes alarms to trigger enmasse. Most inhabitants of Rome are at this point aware of the disturbances.

**01:14** - MOBILE TASK FORCE ALPHA-31 "JACKED RIPPERS" launch an attack on the zone of control established around EPSILON's former location. Their presence was completely unknown to the wider Foundation at this point, including the Overseer Council. Anti-CHAOS INSURGENCY protocols causes analytic .AIC units to automatically attempt to establish contact with the commander of MTF ALPHA-31 without success.

**01:16** - Three (3) operatives from MTF ALPHA-26 emerge from the spatial anomaly. They carry KARCIST BELLUS, who activates another entrance near the original spatial anomaly's entrance. This second entrance was unknown to the Foundation until this point.

**01:16** - The electric grid surrounding ROME experiences excessive fluctuations. The Italian government immediately start investigative efforts and releases a statement urging civilians to turn off their power.

**01:17** - Indistinct shouting and gunfire can be heard from the entrance of the first spatial anomaly. A wounded MTF ALPHA-26 operative crawls out of the entrance and expires six (6) seconds later. [[span class="o5 o5-6" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-6[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Singularity[[/span]][[/span]] stumbles out of the entrance shortly after and tosses a grenade armament into the entrance of the spatial anomaly. The ensuing explosion causes the entrance to become blocked. [[span class="o5 o5-6" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-6[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Singularity[[/span]][[/span]] grabs the expired MTF ALPHA-26 operative and enters the second spatial anomaly, closing the entrance behind her with a nanotechnical barrier. This remains the last observation of [[span class="o5 o5-6" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-6[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Singularity[[/span]][[/span]] as of this incident.

**01:19** - A large explosion measuring roughly 5 kilotons in yield originating from EPSILON's former location occurs, causing an estimated 21,550 casualties and 54,570 injuries in Rome from the damages caused.

**01:20** - CHAOS INSURGENCY combatants, seemingly inexperienced in combat with inadequate weapons, engages both FOUNDATION forces as well as the MALUM-class entities still at large.

**01:23** - The INTERNATIONAL ATOMIC ENERGY AGENCY (IAEA) attempts to contact several governments regarding a potential nuclear explosion in ROME. Foundation protcols intercepts these attempts successfully. An .AIC unit automatically spreads COVER STORY H43: "MAGNITUDE 9.0-9.9 EARTHQUAKE" throughout news cycles, online forums and social media. UNUSUAL INCIDENTS UNIT immediately launches an investigation into the incident by request of the United States of America government.

**01:25** - GOC EXACRATUS-class specialist, PANGAEA, arrives in ROME alongside operatives ALABASTER and SEPTEMBER through teleportation and cites a curse that covers the city in a thick, dark fog. MALUM-class entities remained visible due to being surrounded by a purple outline through the fog. 

**01:28** - THE ADMINISTRATOR flags [[span class="o5 o5-6" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-6[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Singularity[[/span]][[/span]] as being potentially compromised and revokes [[span class="o5 o5-6" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-6[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Singularity[[/span]][[/span]]'s CLEARANCE LEVEL effective immediately. [[span class="o5 o5-5" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-5[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Shadow[[/span]][[/span]] is considered KILLED IN ACTION and is automatically rewarded the OVERSEER'S MEDAL OF HONOR for his service to NORMALCY.

**01:30** - THE HORIZON INITIATIVE's leadership congregates in ISTANBUL, TÜRKIYE.

**O1:33** - An emergency meeting is called for the 05 Council. The contents of this meeting are at this time unavailable due to suspected compromise of loyalty among the OVERSEERS.

**O1:36** - GOC operative ALABASTER engages Foundation EXACRATUS-class thaumaturge PROFESSOR ALECA VON LEISERE. Engagement resulted in a standstill and cooperation effort with PROFESSOR ALECA VON LEISERE and GOC operatives ALABASTER, PANGAEA and SEPTEMBER to engage MALUM-class entities. This operation has since been approved, and PROFESSOR ALECA VON LEISERE has been granted the Foundation "Hell-Breaker" medal for their efforts in quelling the MALUM-class threat preying on civilians in ROME.

**01:49** - THE HORIZON INITIATIVE declares the SCP Foundation a hostile entity and informs them that they are to vacate Rome immediately. This demand is automatically discarded by Initial_Response.AIC.

**01:56** - MARSHALL, CARTER & DARK LTD. releases a statement over anomalous sub-frequencies that they condemn the vile actions taken against Overveil ROME and demand the responsible actions stand forwards at once.

**02:01** - EISENFREMDER "Ted" units arrive in Rome dressed in civilian clothing and start aiding evacuation efforts, breaking standing agreements with the Foundation. Due to the circumstances, this would later be excused as charity under extreme circumstances. EISENFREMDER REAL ESTATE were rewarded 16,300 pigeon corpses for their efforts.

**02:05** - Upon being informed of FOUNDATION presence, MARSHALL, CARTER & DARK LTD. retracted their statement.

**02:06** - Pentagram demands live updates on the situation in ROME from the FOUNDATION. Their request is immediately and formally denied by Initial_Response.AIC.

**02:08** - Skirmishes emerge throughout ROME between FOUNDATION, SERPENT'S HAND, GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION, CHURCH OF THE BROKEN GOD and THE HORIZON INITIATIVE. Roughly 2,000 fatalities occur from the fighting, no clear factions were established cross-GoI.

**02:12** - The last present MALUM-class entity, "THI'ZAAR TYRANTBLADE", is neutralized by PROFESSOR ALECA VON LEISERE and GOC operatives ALABASTER, PANGAEA and SEPTEMBER. PROFESSOR ALECA VON LEISERE exfiltrates from ROME.

**02:15** - Extreme measures for maintaining the veil, such as amnestic sounds played at harmful frequencies, were permitted. The damages caused by these measures remain unclear.

**02:38** - The Vatican declares a state of emergency and deploys elite combat personnel. Skirmishes are broken up by their presence, but continue for roughly 2 hours after this.

**02:44** - THE GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION informs the FOUNDATION of hostile intent on sight.

**02:49** - Mobile Task Force Alpha-24 "Four Hands" is spotted by Foundation surveillance ROME alongside O5-4. They immediately enter a church and remain out of sight for the remaining part of THE ROME INCIDENT.

**02:50** - The Underpope uses a thaumaturgic ritual to put an estimated 40,000 individuals to sleep.

**03:22** - GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION forces lose ground in ROME and exfiltrate from the city.

**03:43** - In a united operation, SERPENT'S HAND and CHURCH OF THE BROKEN GOD operatives effectively decimate HORIZON INITIATIVE presence, the elite combat personnel deployed by the Underpope exfiltrate back to The Vatican City.

**04:21** - Skirmishes and hostility effectively cease. ROME falls under the control of THE CHURCH OF THE BROKEN GOD, THE FOUNDATION and THE SERPENT'S HAND. A week-long ceasefire is brokered by [[span class="o5 o5-11" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-11[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Butcher[[/span]][[/span]] between the three groups.

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**AFTERWORD:** SCP-9070-EPSILON is to be considered contained at this time. MTF ALPHA-31 have been flagged for investigation and are to be considered compromised at this time. [[span class="o5 o5-6" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-6[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Singularity[[/span]][[/span]] is to be apprehended by any means necessary. Lethal force is authorized. Secure. Contain. Protect.

[[/div]]

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[[=]]
++ **Addendum 9070-5-9:** Operation Waywalker
[[/=]]

[[=]]
+++* 9 DAYS, 1 HOUR AND 12 MINUTES AFTER SCP-9070
[[/=]]

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[[=]]

Dr. Wrenna and his task force commences Operation Waywalker.

[[/=]]

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//<Dr. Wrenna, Sgt. Vestergaard, Afrastella Maskmaker and Weißenwrachz are standing around the circle drawn by Weißenwrachz. Dr. Wrenna is rolling his shoulders and is smiling confidently. Sgt. Vestergaard sighs and stares off. Afrastella Maskmaker has disguised herself as a GOC operative and Weißenwrachz is adjusting his combat parka. Eight wands are placed in holsters on his chest, belt and thighs.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Alright! This is it. Let's begin when you're able, Jas.

//<Weißenwrachz nods. He crosses his wands and starts citing a phrase in an unidentified language. Afrastella Maskmaker eyes the AR-S4 she is holding with a quizzical expression. She checks the chamber with a raised eyebrow.>//

**Afrastella Maskmaker:** [[span class="demonB"]] Typically I try to disguise myself as entities I'd know about. I must admit I am fairly unfamiliar with your mortal firearms. They seem a lot more subtle than //Tarak// weaponry. [[/span]]

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** You probably know more than the average GOC soldier anyways. They typically see something they shouldn't have on duty and then gets pulled into the Coalition. So they're about as smart as your average soldier, really. Besides, whatever happened in Rome has them distracted. You can probably excuse any odd behavior as being stressed, really.

**Afrastella Maskmaker:** [[span class="demonB"]] Hrm. If that is your wisdom, I'd be a fool to disregard it. Very well. [[/span]]

//<Dr. Wrenna pulls the bolt back on his rifle, inspecting the chamber. He nods satisfied at something. His leg is quaking.>//

**Weißenwrachz:** Alright. By Serpent of Knowledge and Worm of Oblivion, grant us passage through Your Grand Library, O Serpent.

//<Weißenwrachz states a word that cannot be heard. The Way starts glowing in a golden hue. Afrastella Maskmaker snaps her fingers, causing the decoy signatures to activate across the city.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** And now--

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** --we wait.

//<Afrastella Maskmaker sighs. She walks off to take a decoy position out of sight to intercept approaching Coalition and Scarlet operatives.>//

//<Weißenwrachz cants his head from side to side, causing two pops to sound.>//

//<Dr. Wrenna looks around impatiently, the magazines and his sidearm rustling in his bandolier.>//

//<Sgt. Vestergaard is looking down at his sidearm. He seems to inspect the side of it and runs a thumb over the barrel. An unclear engraving is visible. Sgt. Vestergaard averts his eyes and moves the pistol to his side. He frowns.>//

//<A minute has passed.>//

//<Weißenwrachz twirls a wand around his hand. He drops it on the ground and picks it up with a grumble.>//

//<Dr. Wrenna shifts his weight from leg to leg. He has started sweating. He unbuttons the top button on his Hawai'ian shirt.>//

//<Sgt. Vestergaard stares ahead.>//

//<A couple minutes have passed.>//

//<Weißenwrachz glances around. He frowns at a raven that has landed on a roof overlooking the group. It has seven eyes on each side.>//

**Weißenwrachz:** They've spotted us as of now.

**Dr. Wrenna:** Wonderful.

//<Sgt. Vestergaard eyes the bird and fires a round at it. It explodes into a red smoke that collapses in on itself.>//

//<Three minutes have passed. The forming Way lets out a discordant song played by chimes.>//

//<Weißenwrachz takes a deep breath. He exhales just as deeply. He rotates the wand in his right hand anxiously.>//

//<Dr. Wrenna hops in place. He checks the locations of his magazines and sidearm and nods to himself.>//

//<Sgt. Vestergaard looks down at the scar on his palm. He runs his pistol over it and frowns.>//

//<Four minutes have passed. The song hastens slightly in pace.>//

//<Weißenwrachz leans his head back and sniffs the air. He frowns.>//

**Weißenwrachz:** Something is approaching, I think. I smell... something.

//<Weißenwrachz points both of his wands straight ahead down the T section they're standing it.>//

//<Dr. Wrenna raises his rifle to his shoulder. He aims it down the left of the T section.>//

//<Sgt. Vestergaard half-heartedly points his pistol down the right of the T section. He uses one hand for it and keeps the other in his pocket, fiddling with something.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Do you-- hear that? Birds quieted down, do you think--

**Weißenwrachz:** I absolutely think that. Let us cut the chatter.

//<Sgt. Vestergaard sighs and looks the ironsight.>//

//<Footsteps can be heard from all directions.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** ... Dozens, I think? Yeah.

**Weißenwrachz:** I believe I sense 50.

//<Sgt. Vestergaard squints.>//

//<The footsteps stop.>//

//<Silence. Nothing.>//

//<A raven caws.>//

//<Sgt. Vestergaard discharges his pistol five times, hitting the barrier of a Scarlet cultist. He hits the same spot with all of the bullets, causing the barrier to shatter and the Scarlet cultist to exclaim and retreat back around the corner, blocking the way for other personnel to rush in.>//

//<Dr. Wrenna fires at the first person coming into view, a Coalition agent in civilian outfit armed with an AR-S4. The bullet pierces the agent's skull before he realises that the trio is present.>//

//<Weißenwrachz flings five thaumaturgic bolts down the alley, hitting an Anderson Robotics combat unit's chest. It seems undeterred by this and starts running down the alley, causing Weißenwrachz to flick his left wand, conjuring invisible thread in front of the combat unit that it trips over.>//

**Weißenwrachz:** Got robots!

**Dr. Wrenna:** I can take those!

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** Jas, you're handling the sorcerers! Let me deal with the GOC.

//<The three alternates positions, Sgt. Vestergaard sprints down the alley where the dead Coalition agent lies. He ducks behind a pile of discarded packages and aims his pistol at head height. He inhales and keeps his breath. A few seconds later, as a grenade is thrown into the alley, he shoots it out of the air 0.42 seconds after it came into view. Several individuals are hit by shrapnel and lets out panicked yelling. Sgt. Vestergaard reloads his sidearm, draws a second and sprints down the remaining alley, falls to his knees in a slide and discharges both pistols to the side repeatedly as he emerges into the clearing. Eight combatants are neutralized.>//

//<Dr. Wrenna starts charging up his rifle by pumping the lever-action repeatedly. A trio of robots emerge from around the corner, each holding a large metal shield in front of them. Dr. Wrenna fires a fully charged shot at the centerpoint of one of the shields. The metal yields significantly, but is not pierced. Dr. Wrenna charges another shot and fires to the same result. He frowns and looks around the alley in slight panic. He mutters a phrase under his breath and closes his eyes. The drone is only able to pick up on "show" and "off" being spoken. He sprints down the alley and runs shoulder first into the shield. His anomaly activates and causes the shield to start glowing orange momentarily before it explodes, causing all of the robotic combatants to have their joints melt together and become inoperative, while Dr. Wrenna is unharmed. He starts laughing.>//

//<Weißenwrachz spots a large person wearing a large suit of medieval Iberian armor with a red hue walk around the corner, causing him to show the person a perplexed expression. The cultist is carrying a large halberd about 2.5 meters long that they plant in the ground. Three dark red orbs manifest and rotates around the weapon. After a brief delay, they fire at Weißenwrachz who manages to dispel two of the orbs but is hit with the final one. He is flung a meter back and lands on his back. He lets out a burst of wandfire that seem to be absorbed by the armor. A woman laughs from within the armor mockingly.>//

**Cultist:** [Spanish] Is that all you can muster, legendary wand master? Pathetic. Let me show you //real// evocation.

//<Weißenwrachz rolls his eyes as the cultist starts to circle her halberd around in a rhythmic ritual. He attaches a spectral tether around the bottom of the halberd with a wand and pulls it towards himself, causing the blade to hit into the woman's helmet and interrupting the spell. Weißenwrachz stands up as the cultist seems to stumble, attaching another tether around her foot. He pulls it and causes her to fall over. Weißenwrachz walks closer and starts chanting a spell for a few seconds, ending it with pointing his wand at the woman and causing a green sigil to appear under her. After a second, she is launched violently into the air and seems to fly further inland.>//

**Weißenwrachz:** Do you reckon that was the one Maskmaker was afraid of!?

**Dr. Wrenna:** Doubt it if they went down that easily!

//<Sgt. Vestergaard jogs back to the pair and discards his sidearms. He pulls out an AR-S4 from a crate.>//

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** GOC are off their game.

//<Dr. Wrenna seems to spot the bullet wound in Sgt. Vestergaard's temple which seems to be rapidly closing. Before he can comment on this, a burst of gunfire from assault rifles fills the alley, causing Sgt. Vestergaard to take cover and return fire towards the five Global Occult Coalition agents firing at them. Dr. Wrenna's anomaly and Weißenwrachz' thaumaturgic shield absorbs the gunfire.>//

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** How's the portal looking?!

**Weißenwrachz:** The //Way// is halfway done!

**Dr. Wrenna:** Response is only going to intensify from here!

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** Let them come, then! I need to make my presence known in this decade anyways!

//<Sgt. Vestergaard jumps out of cover and sprays a group of bullets at the incoming suppression fire. He is notably shot thrice doing this and goes limb. A second later he returns to function and reloads. Dr. Wrenna notices this and frowns.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** How do you--

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** No time to explain! Need you on those robots, man!

//<Dr. Wrenna blinks and eyes the combat units moving down the alley with shields once more. A grenade is tossed by one of them, causing Dr. Wrenan to yelp in surprise and run towards the robots. He drops the rifle behind him and catches the grenade. Right before it explodes he jumps at the robots, causing their shields to bend and dent due to the shrapnel hitting them, their velocity enhanced from Dr. Wrenna's anomaly accelerating them away from him. He inhales sharply and slams a shoulder into their shields again, causing the robots to be suddenly accelerated out of the alley and into a building across the street. As the three robots crash into it, the building roof collapses on top of them, causing Dr. Wrenna to suck air through his teeth.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Shit, think I just ruined someone's home!

**Weißenwrachz:** They're evacuated!

//<Dr. Wrenna frowns at the response and jogs back to his rifle. He starts charging it up with a worried expression.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** It feels like-- they're relenting?

//<Weißenwrachz fires off three orbs of fire towards the end of his alley, causing a large explosion that audibly breaks several defensive barriers.>//

**Weißenwrachz:** These morons don't know the first thing about barriers! They might not be as strong as we expected!

**Dr. Wrenna:** Or they're-- focusing their strength somewhere else? Why?

//<Sgt. Vestergaard reloads his assault rifle and shrugs.>//

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** Higher chance of getting the Way up and running.

//<Several explosions can be heard in the distance, causing every combatant to halt and look towards it.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Huh?

**Weißenwrachz:** Reckon that isn't us!?

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** Huh, suppose not?

//<Sgt. Vestergaard fires a few bullets at the distracted combatants and looks over his shoulder to Dr. Wrenna.>//

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** That isn't one of your schemes, right?!

**Dr. Wrenna:** I don't-- think so?

**Weißenwrachz:** Way's almost done! Let's-- clear out the rest and go check it out when the Way is stable!

//<The trio blast and fire combatants away. Sgt. Vestergaard spends an excessive amount of ammunition decapitating a Coalition operative by a disrespectful salvo. Dr. Wrenna reinforces his presence by quite literally removing others' presence, three people are sent skyward and never seen again by the Foundation. Weißenwrachz wields spells of power that twist, turn, tinker, terrify, torpedo, trash, trespass, trample, topple, torture, torment, try, trouble, take and throw several Scarlet Society members. The red they wear becomes redder with the marrow of their broken bones, sticking out of their flesh to serve as lattice back chairs for scavenger birds seeking fine dining.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** I think-- I think I'm out of robots?! Status?

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** Coalition seems less brave-- well, they're never quite brave in the first place without excessive weaponry!

**Weißenwrachz:** Fairly certain that I need to meditate on the things I've done today, but Scarlets seems to be thinning out! What's status on Maskmaker?!

**Afrastella Maskmaker:** [Distant] [[span class="demonB"]] I am disenchanting golems! [[/span]]

**Dr. Wrenna:** She is disenchanting golems.

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** That's a necessity, I suppose! Should we let the Way form on its own and go check those explosions out?!

**Dr. Wrenna:** We can do that when we have an army of wizards behind us! This takes priority!

//<Sgt. Vestergaard lets out an annoyed exhale and looks to his palm. He fires off a three bullet burst at a Coalition agent poking his head around the corner. The agent unceremoniously collapses as he expires from having his skull pierced.>//

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** I just thi--

**Dr. Wrenna:** What's status on the Way?!

**Weißenwrachz:** We're talking a minute or two!

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** ...

//<Sgt. Vestergaard forces his eyes shut in a frustrated manner. A Coalition agent rounds the corner and fires five bullets at Sgt. Vestergaard, causing him to expire. Before he can collapse, he is immediately resurrected. Once he is operational again, he returns fire on the agent.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Almost there! Maskmaker, what does it look like out there?!

**Afrastella Maskmaker:** [Distant] [[span class="demonB"]] Victory is in our grasp, as the Star-Counted Prophecies foretold! [[/span]]

//<A large, blue-tined fireball is seen over the horizon, followed by Afrastella Maskmaker laughing in what in a presumed manic state. It is followed by several appearances of red lightning striking the area in rapid succession>//

**Weißenwrachz:** Keep forgetting that The Summoner knows how to control demons pretty well!

//<Sgt. Vestergaard looks around the alley, seemingly in a state of desperation. He reaches into his pocket and turns to face the Way. He looks to the corner where the wall turns into roof and sighs. He presses something in his pocket, causing an audible click. Weißenwrachz lets out a pained groan as shards of SCP-9070-Gamma are pushed down into the alley from the roof. Dr. Wrenna looks around in confusion and looks up towards the roof.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Shit-- I think they--

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** No, George. They're not.

//<The Way flickers. Weißenwrachz stumbles away from the five shards lying in front of the Way. The chime music it emits seems to lower in pitch until it becomes inaudible. The Way's golden glow fades, leaving behind the circle that Weißenwrachz drew. Dr. Wrenna blinks a few times. Sgt. Vestergaard slowly walks towards the Way and reloads his firearm. Weißenwrachz stumbles out of the alley while swearing. Dr. Wrenna blinks at Sgt. Vestergaard in a confused manner.>//

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** They are not behind us. They are not on the roofs. I took care to ensure such.

//<Sgt. Vestergaard positions himself in from of the Way and rolls his shoulders. He looks to Dr. Wrenna with empty eyes only given a hint of personality by a slight frown.>//

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** It's just me, man.

//<Dr. Wrenna slowly lowers his rifle and looks around. No footsteps, yelling or gunfire is audible.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** But--

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** The Way can't form.

**Dr. Wrenna:** But we need-- we need to stop the Coalition and the Society?

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** They almost have the right idea.

//<Dr. Wrenna stutters for 5 seconds. Sgt. Vestergaard briefly averts his eyes.>//

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** Go.

//<Sgt. Vestergaard removes some keys from his pocket and tosses it to Dr. Wrenna. The keys reflects off Dr. Wrenna's anomaly and lands on the dirt below. The sound is hollow.>//

**Sgt. Vestergaard:** Car's around the corner. Drive to the harbor, there's a Carter container ship there. It'll take off when you show up, bring you to New York.

//<Dr. Wrenna looks down at the key and back up at the Vestergaard. Dr. Wrenna forms a disgusted expression.>//

**Vestergaard:** Go home.

//<The conversation is silent for 8 seconds. Vestergaard fidgets with the grip on his assault rifle.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Why?

**Vestergaard:** Go home, George.

**Dr. Wrenna:** Why would you-- what the fuck? //No//? Are you stupid?

**Vestergaard:** I'd wish so.

**Dr. Wrenna:** If they maintain control of Gamma, they will-- quite literally kill the Underveil and all it's built on?

//<Vestergaard doesn't respond. He tightens his grip around the handguard.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Do you know how many peoples there are out there? Religions, sub-countries, children, families, causes, schools, libraries, //dreams//. There are underwater continents, cavernous systems, clouds, shadows, trees, blimps, dimensions, pocket realms, //worlds// full of people that are going to die if this comes to pass.

//<Vestergaard slightly shifts his weight so he is not directly facing Dr. Wrenna. He tightens his grip around his weapon.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Did you know that we're currently sustaining 4% of the population of Sweden through anomalous chemicals in their drinking water? They'd die from a thaumaturgic disease if they don't drink the water. I know this quite well, I bloody made it.

//<Vestergaard twitches an eye.>//

**Vestergaard:** Where did the disease come from.

**Dr. Wrenna:** What?

**Vestergaard:** The disease. Where did it come from.

**Dr. Wrenna:** It-- I don't know--

**Vestergaard:** Of course not. Let me answer that for you.

//<Vestergaard holds his assault rifle by his side in one hand.>//

**Vestergaard:** A tyrannical, power-hungry sorcerer. You said it was thaumaturgic. So, someone //cast// it. That's always the bloody issue with these examples. They flawed by merit of them being //caused by the anomalous//.

**Dr. Wrenna:** Well, not all anoma--

**Vestergaard:** Do you know how Maximillian Carter took control of New York?

//<Dr. Wrenna frowns.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** It was-- I believe a radio broadca--

**Vestergaard:** A radio broadcast tuned to a specific sub-frequency that technology at the time couldn't detect, because why could they? It is non-sensical. It required precision that we cannot achieve in this reality. On a false frequency requiring false, profane equipment to hear, he had taken the-- fucking vocal cords of Dr. Wondertainment's daughter, yeah? He had it animated to continously make the screams she made when Carter ripped it out of her throat. It was constant. The broadcast had a thaumaturgic sink to it, so if you would tune a radio anywhere near the sub-frequency, like an entire section between two frequencies we can measure with mundane equipment, it'd tune to that screaming. It wouldn't stop.

//<Vestergaard stares off with teary eyes.>//

**Vestergaard:** I don't even think Wondertainment did anything. I don't even think Wondertainment had even //spoken// to Carter. I don't even think //Wondertainment// knew of Carter. But he was a whimsical force of nature with a weakness - a daughter. We gave her one of those show-biz rooms, right? Makeup mirrors and all manners of glitter and gold you can make yourself pretty with. She thought she was going to send a recording to her father for ransom. So she applied the most stunning eyeliner I'd ever seen. It looked like fairy wings, right? Like her eyes were one-winged, purple and glittery fairies from one of those fairy tales. And the way she'd sing, so divinely beautiful. It was like I was truly faced with an otherworldly being I didn't deserve to see. I think that is the truth, too.

//<Dr. Wrenna furrows his eyebrows.>//

**Vestergaard:** So when she looked the best she could, the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, the way she seemed to bend light to make her the center of the stage itself. And then Carter just walked up to her, grabbed hold of her throat and pulled. The blood covered all of us-- we each had finely pressed suits, and each one of them had at least a fingertip's width worth of blood on it. Even the guard standing outside. She stumbled around in a panic, those beautiful wings started to smear and run and fade and blood took their place. She collapsed shortly after, but Carter wouldn't let her die. He had captured a necromancer, right? Forced him to keep the poor girl alive until they could perform surgery on her-- to keep her alive.

//<Vestergaard's eyes are glazed over.>//

**Vestergaard:** I don't think she died. I think they gave her back, without her being able to sing. I-- I don't know if she'd ever smile again. I--... all I know is that Carter forced all of New York to cower. It was his in a minute after we put up the broadcast.

//<Vestergaard stares off. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens his eyes, they are bloodshot. He stares Dr. Wrenna down.>//

**Vestergaard:** It's the same. The anomalous are used by warlords. Whenever something exists, it will be weaponized. Tyrants are part of normalcy-- we can't remove them. Fucking-- 2000, right? Yellowstone. It's an open secret at this point. They used it to give us empathy. Why do I get the sense it missed a few spots in paradise? Why do we D-Class? Why does the GOC doubletap toddlers they presume anomalous? Why does the fucking-- Scarlet Society worship a deity that wants nothing but death and blood? Why does the Black Moon howl forevermore?

//<Vestergaard spits onto the ground.>//

**Vestergaard:** This is how humans operate. We are evolved to abuse the powers that are around us, from the very first rock we picked up to the very last star we'll drain to fuel our entertainment. It has to stop, man. Without anomalies, we wouldn't have a reason to go to war. We'd have no incentive to be such-- monsters.

//<Silence falls. Dr. Wrenna shakes his head idly.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** I can't let you do this, man. Please don't force my hand.

**Vestergaard:** Leave, man. I even got you the captain's quarters on that ship. One of those stupid typewriters you loved using back in Goldpoint. What else do you want? Money? Women? 

//<Dr. Wrenna forces his eyes shut and tilts his head backwards. After 11 seconds, he opens his eyes and stares Sgt. Vestergaard down.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** ... You know what I want?

//<Vestergaard disables the safety on his assault rifle with a pained expression.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** I can't articulate the utter-- insanity and hopelessness you are blinded by. There are people you're about to erase, genocide isn't the response to-- tyranny. So you know what?

//<Vestergaard crouches down and raises his assault rifle slightly.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** I don't want typewriters, I don't want money, I don't want women.

//<Dr. Wrenna charges the rifle to maximum capacity.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** I want to flaunt a bit.

**<END LOG>**

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++ **Addendum 9070-5-10:** .AIC Command Center Log
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+++* 9 DAYS, 1 HOUR AND 15 MINUTES AFTER SCP-9070
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[14:21:06] **Watchdog.AIC**: <CRITICAL> Potential EKHI-Class anomaly detected. Reason: LARGE ILLUMINATION OVER DAKAR, SENEGAL
[14:21:09] **Grand_Archivist.AIC**: Potentially relevant context: DAKAR, SENEGAL is the location of SCP-9070-Gamma
[14:21:14] **Secretary.AIC**: Pinging Overseer Council through Sub-Frequency Morse Code...
[14:21:18] **Secretary.AIC**: Attempt failed, retrying (1/3)...
[14:21:23] **Secretary.AIC**: Attempt failed, retrying (2/3)...
[14:21:29] **Secretary.AIC**: Attempt failed, retrying (3/3)...
[14:21:30] **Secretary.AIC**: <CRITICAL> Transmission of Sub-Frequency Morse Code failed. Attempting to call THE_ADMINISTRATOR...
[14:21:50] **Secretary.AIC**: Attempt failed, retrying (1/3)...
[14:22:20] **Secretary.AIC**: Attempt failed, retrying (2/3)...
[14:22:50] **Secretary.AIC**: Attempt failed, retrying (3/3)...
[14:22:52] **Secretary.AIC**: <CRITICAL> Attempts to call THE_ADMINISTRATOR failed. Attempting to call O5-01...
[14:22:55] **[SYSTEM]**: O5-01 CONNECTED. Voice to text transcript is activated.
[14:22:58] **TempUser_O5-01**: What is this? Why are you not talking to the Administrator?
[14:23:01] **Secretary.AIC**: Attempts to call THE_ADMINISTRATOR failed.
[14:23:02] **TempUser_O5-01**: I see. Explain the situation.
[14:23:04] **Secretary.AIC**: Forwarding message by **Watchdog.AIC**: <CRITICAL> Potential EKHI-Class anomaly detected. Reason: LARGE ILLUMINATION OVER DAKAR, SENEGAL
[14:23:06] **TempUser_O5-01**: Wonderful. Give me the status on the local operatives.
[14:23:08] **Secretary.AIC**: Searching for relevant information...
[14:23:15] **TempUser_O5-01**: Why are you so slow?
[14:23:17] **Secretary.AIC**: Reason: UNKNOWN. Run diagnostics check? Y/N
[14:23:19] **TempUser_O5-01**: Run it. Send the report to Thirteen.
[14:23:21] **Secretary.AIC**: Please confirm: O5-13? Y/N
[14:23:23] **TempUser_O5-01**: Yeah.
[14:23:25] **Secretary.AIC**: Running diagnostics...
[14:23:32] **Watchdog.AIC**: <CRITICAL> Reported EKHI-Class anomaly pending promotion to AMIDA-Class. Reason: INTENSIFYING ILLUMINATION. ILLUMINATION COLORED RED.
[14:23:34] **Grand_Archivist.AIC**: Potentially relevant context: Given red illumination, alongside local Group of Interest presence, the likelihood of Scarlet Society thaumaturgy is high.
[14:23:36] **TempUser_O5-01**: [PRESUMED EXHALE]
[14:23:23] **TempUser_O5-01**: I'm en route. Figure out what's wrong with whatever bot that was, forward the results to Thirteen. In fact, dial them up and have them forward any important updates to me. One out.
[14:23:48] **[SYSTEM]**: O5-01 DISCONNECTED.
[14:26:23] **Secretary.AIC**: Diagnostics complete: SUSPECTED MALWARE DETECTED.
[14:26:24] **Secretary.AIC**: Attempting to call O5-13...
[14:26:39] **[SYSTEM]**: O5-13 CONNECTED. Voice to text transcript is activated.
[14:26:40] **TempUser_O5-13**: This is Thirteen. Is this critical?
[14:26:41] **[SYSTEM]**: O5-11 CONNECTED. Voice to text transcript is activated.
[14:26:43] **TempUser_O5-11**: Hello, Thirteen. I have something I must admit to you.
[14:26:45] **TempUser_O5-13**: What could that possibly be?
[14:26:48] **TempUser_O5-11**: I think I did this. All of this. 
[14:26:55] **TempUser_O5-13**: I'm not quite sure I understand?
[14:26:59] **TempUser_O5-11**: SCP-9070. If I hadn't pulled those resources from Canada to divert them to Taiwan, maybe we'd have found the thaumaturge before this would've escalated.
[14:27:05] **TempUser_O5-13**: Statistically if we hadn't found it anyways, a few assets going from one place to another wouldn't have impacted our scouting capability.
[14:27:09] **TempUser_O5-11**: I suppose we won't know. I'm going to make this right. I've already brokered peace in Rome. I just... Wanted to let you know that you and Six were right, okay?
[14:27:14] **TempUser_O5-11**: Maybe what I prioritize is wrong.
[14:27:16] **TempUser_O5-13**: All, any actions have outcomes. Outcomes with different likelihoods.
[14:27:19] **TempUser_O5-13**: You aren't perfect. You may even be foolish. I still don't think that you, and Five for that matter, are suited for the Council.
[14:27:22] **TempUser_O5-13**: The Mission requires us to be careful. I would ask that you simply learn from this scenario. And please report to One. I can't promise you safety, but I can tell you he's more amendable to those who kneel before him.
[14:27:27] **TempUser_O5-11**: Yeah. You're right. Thanks, Thirteen.
[14:27:30] **TempUser_O5-13**: Of course. I don't mean to be pushy, but I need the room. You know how confused .AICs get when we chatter idly here.
[14:27:33] **TempUser_O5-11**: Yeah, of course. See you.
[14:27:35] **[SYSTEM]**: O5-11 DISCONNECTED.

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[14:27:36] **TempUser_O5-13**: @**Secretary.AIC** disengage "Fallen Empire" protocol from Rome. Clear cache. Wipe this command, answers to it and clarifications about it. Wipe administrative action logs.
[14:27:38] **Secretary.AIC**: Processing...
[14:27:41] **Secretary.AIC**: Please confirm: Are you certain? Y/N
[14:27:42] **TempUser_O5-13**: Yes. God damn it, yes. Finally.
[14:27:43] **Secretary.AIC**: Disengaging "Fallen Empire" protocol from Location: ROME, ITALY...
[14:27:48] **Secretary.AIC**: Deleting and overwriting cache...
[14:27:49] **Secretary.AIC**: Deleting and overwriting history of current conversation...
[14:27:50] **Secretary.AIC**: Deleting administrative actions log...
[14:27:51] **Secretary.AIC**: COMMAND SUCCESSFUL. Is there anything else you'd like?
[14:27:53] **TempUser_O5-13**: No. Thank you. To a better world.

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[14:27:48] **[SYSTEM]**: O5-13 DISCONNECTED.
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++ **Addendum 9070-5-11:** SCP-9070-Gamma Zone of Control
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+++* 9 DAYS, 1 HOUR AND 16 MINUTES AFTER SCP-9070
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"I vow whole-heartedly to dedicate myself to the defense of humanity. With this vow, I promise to achieve understanding of that which cloaks itself in indeterminate factors. I will protect those at my side. I will be protected by those by my side. I accept that I will die in the dark so that others may live in the Light. Secure, Contain, Protect."

-Special Containment Procedures Foundation's Vow of Initiation

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//<Dr. Wrenna pulls the trigger, shooting a bullet through Vestergaard's chest. For a brief moment, his eyes lose focus before they light up in a bright blue and he is resurrected before he hits the ground. Vestergaard growls and slides behind cover. He goes through his pockets with an annoyed expression.>//

**Vestergaard:** Don't know what the hell they put in that head of yours, but I preferred the George that DIDN'T stand in the way of a better world!

**Dr. Wrenna:** You're-- you've got to be fucking--

//<Vestergaard tosses a small shard of SCP-9070-Gamma out from his cover, hitting Dr. Wrenna. Temporarily, Dr. Wrenna's anomaly seems to fade as the rock that Vestergaard tosses at him hits him in the stomach. Vestergaard breaks into a sprint and runs towards SCP-9070-Gamma's zone of control. Several panicked civilians runs past the two, away from the zone of control. Dr. Wrenna swears under his breath and follows Vestergaard, yet the former is not in as good athletic condition as the latter.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Just-- holy shit--

//<Vestergaard makes it out of view. He groans and looks around.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Maskmaker, need help here!

//<Afrastella Maskmaker flies past. She crashes into a building, followed by a humanoid entity completely wrapped in bandages. She stumbles out of the building and launches five projectiles at the entity, which returns them in equal measure. Dr. Wrenna sprints past the scene.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** God-- THORSTEIN.

//<Dr. Wrenna tries to keep pace. As the crowd thins out closer to the zone of control, Dr. Wrenna charges his rifle while yelling in frustration. When he gets a clear line of sight to Vestergaard, he takes aim and fires at Vestergaard's leg, causing him to fall over.>//

**Vestergaard:** Why do lapdogs always get lucky shots!?

//<Vestergaard places his sidearm against his temple and discharges it. A second later he resurrects and rolls into a standing position. He ducks and weaves in between people and obstacles, removing the opportunity for Dr. Wrenna to fire again. Vestergaard vaults over a concrete barrier that the Coalition has placed to mark the beginning of the zone of control.>//

**Vestergaard:** Last chance to stop being that same old cowardly dog eager to please his owner, George! If you continue in here I WILL stop playing around! I do know how to kill you!

**Dr. Wrenna:** Oh, shut up. I know from experience-- you won't shut up when you don't have any other options, man. Really-- think I didn't notice that shit at Vavar's hideout?

**Vestergaard:** Suit yourself! You'd have died in a few decades anyways!

**Dr. Wrenna:** Yeah, speaking of that, how come you get back to fast anyways?!

**Vestergaard:** Found a brand new purpose-- you could stand to do the same!

//<Dr. Wrenna reaches the concrete barrier and hops over. As he does, he notices a grenade and a shard of SCP-9070-Gamma, causing him to exclaim loudly as the grenade is disturbed and blows up. The anomaly partly reduces the blast and launches Dr. Wrenna into the air. He lands roughly a bit ahead with a groan. He stands back up with a huff and runs a hand over his abdomen. His clenches his fist around the rifle which has taken significant damage and tosses it aside. He continues to walk straight ahead, after Vestergaard who is still sprinting towards SCP-9070-Gamma.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Too much-- time in the lab--...

//<SCP-9070-Gamma is visible in the distance. It is made of a dark grey, metallic material. It is a 6 meter tall trapezoid that has large chunks carved out of it. It stands in the middle of a mundane residential area, far away from tourist attractions. It has started to gain an ominous red hue. Far above, almost imperceptible to those looking at things in eye height, a large red circle is present, much like a second moon. It is slowly expanding. Vestergaard reloads his sidearm and stands in front of a woman chanting ritualistically in front of the pillar -- Adaline Carpenter.>//

**Vestergaard:** Does that annoying nullification shield make you too sheltered to know of the real world or something?!

**Dr. Wrenna**: Thorstein, I'm-- begging you here, like-- you have a CULTIST working for you?! Stop this!

**Vestergaard:** You're quite a dense asshole, aren't you?!

//<Dr. Wrenna lets out a short whimper. When he nears 10 meters of SCP-9070-Gamma, he flinches and comes to a halt. He sits himself down on the ground and grabs handful of gravel.>//

**Carpenter:** Remove-- him--

**Vestergaard:** You just focus on all that and I'll take care of this, yeah?

**Dr. Wrenna:** I think you're full of shit, Thorstein. I don't think the way the world functions is the only thing on your mind here.

//<Dr. Wrenna inhales raggedly.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** I think your agenda is something different.

//<Vestergaard scoffs.>//

**Vestergaard:** Oh, here we go. Mr. University is about to tell us //exactly// what's wrong with me.

**Dr. Wrenna:** Do you think I haven't noticed that you've taken a break from trying dated dating tactics? Keep looking at your hand, at this-- scar I absolutely know you didn't have when you recruited me into the Foundation.

//<Vestergaard rolls his eyes.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** I don't think this is some-- need to correct "what is wrong". You'd have found something else. Something that wouldn't require you to doom whole ethnic, religious and anomalous groups of people. You're not-- dumb enough to throw away all of that. Dumb, but not that dumb.

//<Vestergaard grimaces.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** You're trying to kill yourself, moron. That's what this is. You can't treat people like-- people. I don't know what makes me stand out, for you to pretend that you're my friend, only to do this. You kill men because it's fun. You try to sleep with every woman because that's all you can see people as-- empty shells that you can impose your wants on.

//<Sgt. Vestergaard twitches his eye. Dr. Wrenna gestures to the pillar, then Carpenter.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** Don't know what the fuck your deal with her is, either. Frankly, first time I've seen you be on a woman's side without trying to court her, or whatever you people said in the medieval times.

**Vestergaard:** Ah, here we are. The young, enlightened and perfect little guy loving to point out his idea of problematic behavior. You're awfully quiet about what it means to be a targeted minority in a globe-spanning goose chase to understand what isn't meant to be understood by any means necessary.

//<Dr. Wrenna furrows his eyebrows.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** You don't get to pull that card against me when you're in the middle of-- unprecedented genocide.

**Vestergaard:** Oh, how lucky that the situation absolves you of your sins, eh? Somehow that's always the case with henchmen.

**Dr. Wrenna:** Just-- please just stop, Thorstein. We can-- go to that ship you talked about, get off at NYC, you show me all the sights to see, we eat some pizza, you try to explain that Denmark is actually a different country from Sweden for the 17th time. We go home.

//<Vestergaard remains quiet. He seems to look into the distance.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** I just want my friend back, man. My friend from before-- Antarctica, demons and obelisks.

//<Vestergaard sniffs. Carpenter continues to chant, but looks over her shoulder at the two.>//

**Vestergaard:** I can't let go of this opportunity.

//<Vestergaard unfocuses his eyes.>//

**Vestergaard:** I can't imagine a world with purpose anymore.

**Dr. Wrenna:** I understand.

//<Dr. Wrenna clenches his fist around the gravel he had been transmuting using his anomaly. The energy released by the forceful fusing of atoms creates a small explosion. Vestergaard is launched into the pillar, causing him to expire before he falls on top of Carpenter.>//

**Carpenter:** Damnable, I told you to handle it!

//<Carpenter is saved from the explosion by her thaumaturgic barrier. She lets out an annoyed grunt and returns to channeling as Vestergaard gets back up, his weapons broken. He sighs and starts sprinting towards the standing Wrenna, also unarmed.>//

//<Vestergaard tries to tackle Dr. Wrenna, but as the former approaches, Dr. Wrenna clenches his fist around the gravel in his hand, forcefully activating his anomaly to create a blast of heat that catches Vestergaard by surprise. Dr. Wrenna follows this up by slamming his elbow into Vestergaard's face, breaking his nose.>//

**Vestergaard:** You--

//<Vestergaard stumbles backwards and sets his nose. He eyes Dr. Wrenna, who is already holding more gravel in his hand. Vestergaard charges at Dr. Wrenna but immediately turns away and rolls to the side, the prepared blast of shrapnel-gravel missing Vestergaard who reaches Dr. Wrenna and tackles him.>//

//<Now lying on the ground, Vestergaard starts punching Dr. Wrenna's ribs. Due to the limitations of the latter's anomaly, the blows are not negated, causing Dr. Wrenna to inhale sharply. He starts kicking Vestergaard repeatedly, exchanging blows until Vestergaard breaks away after having sustained significant damage to Vestergaard's arm.>//

**Vestergaard:** If you could always do this, why were you such a pussy before now!?

**Dr. Wrenna:** People change!

//<Dr. Wrenna stumbles to his feet, and Vestergaard struggles to stand with his broken arm. However, the latter takes a deep breath and reaches for something in his pocket. Dr. Wrenna runs at Vestergaard this time, while Vestergaard doesn't move. As Dr. Wrenna gets close enough, Vestergaard pulls out a sharpened shard of SCP-9070 Gamma and stabs it into Dr. Wrenna's stomach. He lets out a pained yelp.>//

//<The two stop moving. Carpenter continues to chant. The area suddenly becomes flooded in a harsh red glow. Dr. Wrenna looks down to the shard embedded in him.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** You...

**Vestergaard:** You wanted to play. Don't blame me for this.

//<Dr. Wrenna widens his eyes. He takes a few steps back, seemingly in shock. He pats the area around the wound.>//

**Vestergaard:** You just-- had to fuck off. I paid hundreds of thousands for that favor. But, oh no. George had to find his spine after decades of searching for it, didn't he? He couldn't just have taken this in stride, accept that sometimes we lose and learn from it, oh no.

//<Vestergaard closes his eyes.>//

**Vestergaard:** Just had to take a stand in that one moment I needed you to falter the most.

//<Vestergaard sobs. Dr. Wrenna collapses.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** I-- oh-- my...

**Vestergaard:** Good job! You made me flinch! You did it! Why did you have to throw away your life doing that?

//<Carpenter stops chanting.>//

**Vestergaard:** Just had to--

**Carpenter:** Idiot.

//<Vestergaard spins around and stares Carpenter down with his eyes glossed over. His voice breaks.>//

**Vestergaard:** What the hell do--

//<Vestergaard spots the hundred dozen Serpent's Hand agents, each wearing a green parka. Each with a hand surrounded by an ouroboros on their outfit. Humans, inhumans. Mortals, immortals. Remembered heroes, forgotten tyrants. Those born of gods, those born of blood. Those who wield wands, those who wield firearms. Those who are bound by fate and those who have broken it. The literal eyeless and those with too many. The rebellion force against normalcy. The warriors of the Wanderer's Library. Defeat for Thorstein Vestergaard.>//

**Carpenter:** It's over.

//<Dr. Wrenna collapses. Weißenwrachz jogs towards him and drops to his knees. The red hue of the area slowly fades. Vestergaard stares blankly into the pillar. His mouth is agape.>//

**Vestergaard:** But--

**Weißenwrachz:** We obviously had decoys I could run to, man. It wasn't the only Way we set up.

//<Vestergaard slowly looks to stare at Weißenwrachz. Tears are streaming down his face. He slowly moves his head to eye the people staring him down, as well as those who are not people doing the same. Weißenwrachz hovers his hand over the shard in Dr. Wrenna's abdomen, casting a thaumaturgic spell. Afrastella Maskmaker approaches Vestergaard in her true form. Carpenter's shoulders sink.>//

**Afrastella Maskmaker:** [[span class="demonB"]] Well. A situation I am not sure that the contract covers, but I am going to choose the interpretation that lets me stay in this realm longer. [[/span]]

//<Afrastella Maskmaker casts a binding spell on Vestergaard's wrists, causing a bright blue ring to levitate around his forearms. The same happens for Carpenter.>//

**Afrastella Maskmaker:** [[span class="demonB"]] We'll hand over these two to the Hand, I don't think we have quite enough power to secure them for the Foundation anywa-- [[/span]]

//<[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]] lands on top of Afrastella Maskmaker from above, causing her to immediately expire. Her spell remain. The Serpent's Hand all collectively raise their foci, weapons, claws and miscellaneous appendages at him. [[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]] slowly stands up, looking around the area.>//

[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]]: It seems like you made me come here just in time to deal a proper blow to the Hand. The ritual appears...

//<[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]] looks to Vestergaard and Carpenter.>//

[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]]: Interrupted.

//<For a long moment, everyone doesn't move. Everyone shows their respective idea of fear as [[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]] slowly paces around the Pillar, eyeing the surroundings. Grips are tightened. Breaths are held. It is as if there is only one sure way to survive this encounter with this force of nature, and that is incredibly simple: Nothing. Weißenwrachz stops channeling his spell out of fear, but doesn't seem to notice it. Dr. Wrenna eyes the Overseer wearily. Only the wind is allowed to speak.>//

[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]]: I'm not in the mood for... Tempered reactions. I have to go deal with Rome. So why don't you abominations scatter so I--

**Dr. Wrenna:** They-- were promised Dakar, S-Sir.

//<[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]] slowly turns to face Dr. Wrenna. His helmet hides the Overseer's expression completely.>//

[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]]: What?

**Dr. Wrenna:** We were--

//<Dr. Wrenna inhales sharply and points to SCP-9070-Gamma.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** We were to ensure-- that //they// didn't get Gamma. By any-- means necessary.

//<[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]] tilts his head slightly.>//

**Dr. Wrenna:** So I offered them-- Dakar.

//<[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]] stares at Dr. Wrenna. 8 seconds pass without anyone daring to speak. Then 8 more.>//

**[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]]:** They were promised this?

**Dr. Wrenna:** Y-Yes. I'm-- sorry, sir.

//<[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]] leans his head back. He looks into the air, at the plane which he had leapt from.>//

**[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]]:** Very well. So it is.

//<[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]] approaches Dr. Wrenna. Out of the Overseer's sleeve, rust-colored particles forms into a flat square underneath Dr. Wrenna. He is slowly lifted off the ground as the platform follows [[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]] as he begins to leave the area.>//

**Weißenwrachz:** You're just--

**[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]]:** I honor oaths. You could stand to do the same, miscreant.

//<[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]] and Dr. Wrenna departs the area. The latter passes out. The drone follows along.>//

**Vestergaard:** //Kujon//.

**[REMOVING SECONDARY OBSERVATION PRIORITY FROM: VESTERGAARD, THORSTEIN.]**

**[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]]:** //Degenerates//.

//<[[span class="o5 o5-1" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-1[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Anomaly[[/span]][[/span]] and Dr. Wrenna departs the zone of control. They depart Dakar, and soon Senegal.>//

**<END LOG>**

**AFTERWORD:** Following his extraction from Dakar, Senegal, Dr. Wrenna was offered a standardized complaint form to fill out regarding his recent activities due to the extreme circumstances outside his position. The form wasn't filled out and even if it had been, an excess of water, salts, antibodies and lysozymes made the form unable to be processed.

[[/div]]

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+ Report and Analysis

[[/=]]

SCP-9070 was caused by PoI-Z43 "Contranumen" following a ritual that was suspended for around 2,000 years. Following his release, the ritual was completed and caused a thaumaturgic curse to manifest five pillars emitting Scranton Radiation Waves that could be enhanced and stabilized to the point where baseline reality is reinforced absolutely.

The inciting incident was Contranumen's disembodied hand, which up until this point had been kept by [[span class="o5 o5-4" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-4[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Warlock[[/span]][[/span]], weakened Contranumen's thaumaturgic containment and allowed him to cause SCP-9070.

[[span class="o5 o5-6" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-6[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Singularity[[/span]][[/span]] is suspected of high treason against Normalcy. [[span class="o5 o5-11" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-11[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Butcher[[/span]][[/span]] is pending disciplinary action due to acting recklessly and independently of the O5 Council during The Rome Incident of 2025. 

As it stands, SCP-9070's child instances, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta and Epsilon are to be controlled by Groups of Interest that are anomalist-aligned. Examples of these include the Serpent's Hand, Chaos Insurgency, various Sarkic Cult subfactions, various Church of the Broken God subfactions and Marshall, Carter & Dark Ltd. On the other hand, normist-aligned Groups of Interest, such as the Global Occult Coalition, Children of the Scarlet King, the Horizon Initiative and various Church of the Broken God subfactions, are to be prevented access to any SCP-9070 child instances by **any means necessary**, even if control of these child instances are relinquished to anomalist organizations. 

The following note was provided by [[span class="o5 o5-4" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]O5-4[[/span]][[span class="alt"]]The Warlock[[/span]][[/span]] following the SCP-9070 crisis. He has been flagged for disciplinary review by the Administrator.

[[div class="blockquote" style="background-color: #B1A994; color: #1D201F; border-color: #C1292E; border-width: 3px; border-radius: 1px; font-size: 16px"]]

As part of a trial for new potential Red Right Hand recruits, I sent a dozen agents with potential to Greenland roughly a week before the SCP-9070 catastrophe. One of my hands had gone missing, and had managed to stowaway to Greenland where it seemed to be moving towards a specific location. This is the first flag I failed to notice.

As it is known, the hand caused the individual responsible for SCP-9070 to break free of his cage and cast his spell. We haven't tracked PoI-Z43 down, though efforts are ongoing to contain this individual.

Many would claim that my carelessness caused SCP-9070. 

I would agree. 

However, it is shameful that this ticking bomb was simply idling in Greenland-- for the entire duration of our organization's lifespan-- without us knowing. This is obviously a horrifying thought, and one that lends weight to the idea that this isn't the first time that this will happen with our lax conduct.

If more individuals like this are kept beneath the ground, I shudder to imagine what else there could be hiding. It is therefore I suggest we honor Six's proposal to redirect our assets towards ensuring that these snakes in the grass cannot be unseen for long.

There is an aspect that I am ignorant of, much to my dissatisfaction. In order for my hand to be severed, a powerful anti-thaumaturgical effect must've done so. I had not left any Foundation sites in several months prior to this incident. It is my recommendation we scan for a malevolent actor within the Foundation with a talent for dispelling the anomalous so that we may question them.

I will restate that this event was most likely caused by my ignorance. I humbly request for the Council to allow me to right what I have wronged.

**-Four**

[[/div]]

By order of the O5 Council, the Global Occult Coalition are to be declared a hostile belligerent. All agreements are hereby considered null. Due to malicious behavior in their attempt to cease the anomalous, they are considered a radical normist Group of Interest and are to be engaged on sight. We will not negotiate with terrorists.

For his efforts, Dr. Wrenna is currently being processed for a promotion. He has shown excellent agency, willpower and independence. As per his request, the retrieval of the D-6575 from Serpent's Hand imprisonment has become a priority after ensuring complete control of SCP-9070's child instances.

SCP-9070-Gamma and SCP-9070-Delta are currently under the control of The Serpent's Hand and the Chaos Insurgency respectively. This is considered acceptable for the next year, until Foundation infrastructure can be rebuilt. Should these organizations prove to handle the child instances improperly, all available Foundation resources will be dispatched to ensure their complete annihilation.

The crisis caused by SCP-9070 is to be considered lowered in intensity. For their efforts in the defense of the Veil, all Foundation personnel, including D-Class, are to be awarded the SCP-9070 "Protector" Medal. Our appreciation for your efforts cannot be stated with words alone.

[[=]]

[[span class="o5" tabindex="0"]][[span class="main"]]Secure. Contain. Protect.[[/span]][[span class="alt"]][[span style="color: #0b0b0c;"]]And thus, the patterns repeat anew. As they always have. As they always will. It is a Fool who would seek to conquer the world. It is a maniac that knows the impossibility of it and yet tries. It is a hero who does it despite of the former while keeping hope in their heart. But even a hero must reckon with the foundations of tyranny they benefit from.[[/span]][[/span]][[/span]]

-The Administrator

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Dr. Alto Clef sighs. The ruins of Rome seems to stretch on beyond the horizon, even if that might only be partially true. Despite being early July, the coat and Hawai'ian shirt he wore seemed to be pierced by a chill.

He looks down at the aged file he swiped from Site-14. He tosses the binoculars off the roof and opens it, flipping through it. He frowns at the contents, the personnel file of Dr. George William Wrenna. This too, he tosses out. He eyes the Eisenfremder anomalies that seem to eagerly work at uncovering the buried pillar. They seem to slow down as he does. If he kept staring, perhaps he could make one of them completely collapse.

But he couldn't. His eyes couldn't really focus these days, they had a longing for unfocusing, to step aside to let the thoughts run wild. So he pulled out that old polaroid. There he was, his face covered by a different animal's head every time. And there she was, his daughter.

Only this focused his eyes.

Only that was the goal.

"The world for her," he thought. "The world for her."

  
 
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