Chapter 8

Ira has had it for days he's been sitting in a tree in the hot-ass jungle doing nothing he's had he just can't take it.

I'm out of here you know what after many days of review I concluded fuck the foundation fuck the O5 fuck everything I don't care anymore if I stay here any longer I'm gonna kill myself this place sucks ass I'm bored out of my mind.

Ira jumped down from the tree landing on the ground hard the muscles in his legs bulged he then jumped soaring into the air the place he was in was the rain forest but the country he was closet to was Brazil so Ira is gonna go and have some fun you know what let's go to Rio de Janeiro maybe he could get in on this Carnival thing that it's famous for.

After a while, he reached a place called Foz do Iguacu he stole some guy's map and found out he was far from Rio he was in I think this country's version of a state called Parana he'd have to go through Sao Paulo into Rio de Janeiro the state then to the City of Rio you know I never realized how big Brazil was until now.

Also, the people here call states Estados which means states so just gonna keep calling them so that he could reach that place in about two days maybe three it's gonna take a while shit maybe I shouldn't go too much effort.

Ira was pretty lazy nowadays he just couldn't be bothered Ira was lost in thought when he suddenly noticed something was off here there were fewer people on the streets which was strange this city is the 7th largest in the state with lots of tourists but it's eerily empty something is not right here oh shit its an ambush.

Ira realized this too late gas filled the streets and Ira felt like shit this gas wasn't Halothane vapor it was something else wait a minute this color it's yellow holy fucking shit this was mustard gas are they crazy spraying mustard gas in a large city like this.

Ira coughed violently this was burning his throat and eyes his lungs were on fire but how mustard gas takes a few hours to kill this must be highly concentrated the gas was a dark yellow the darker the gas the more concentrated and the faster it kills.

Any normal person would be dead by now this wouldn't kill Ira but it really hurt his eyes were bloodshot he struggled to breathe and his throat felt like he was breathing in fire Ira couldn't take it anymore he was pissed off Now Ira raised his left leg and focused a large amount of beast force into it until the skin turned beet red and the muscles expanded until it was thicker than a tree trunk.

His left pant leg tore apart exposing his massive left leg he then stomped the ground with as much force as he could muster the ground splintered apart as the ground shook violently it was as if there was an earthquake taking place many buildings toppled to the ground in the aftermath everything in a 20-mile radius was flattened by Ira.

The force created a small gale that blew away the gas Ira was free of the itchy burning nightmare but as he looked around he noticed he went overboard oh God he destroyed a lot of houses many people must have died this isn't good Ira looked around and noticed a drone flying overhead shit they saw that he's screwed if they weren't too interested in capturing me before they are now.

Ira had to leave if any MTFs were in those buildings there dead now but they will send reinforcements gotta leave but fate once again decided to fuck him over Ira hadn't noticed that the drone was armed with missiles so he got hit with four in the back and since he had his guard down the force of the blast knocked him out cold.

"Target acquired moving in for capture prepare containment unit don't want him escaping again," said a man with a gruff voice over a radio.

"Shit he killed 20 of our members and leveled a portion of the city too and the entire area of effect hadn't been cleared so there are gonna be plenty of civilian casualties too," said an angry voice as he kicked his desk this red-eyed bastard caused so much destruction this is gonna be real bitch to cover-up good thing that wasn't his job.

He was the leader of Zeta-12 the mobile task force ordered by the foundation to capture this SCP-4916 as they called it but he didn't know it was capable of this destruction maybe mustard gas wasn't the best idea All it did was piss it off and make it lash out but it didn't matter in the end it was captured no all that's left is to take it back to Site-19 this time it won't be getting out.

The MTF loaded Ira into a cargo plane and flew off they put him into a large reinforced titanium box that was bolted to the floor of the plane they locked it with a dual-controlled combination lock the type used for bank vaults but this thing broke through SCP-682's containment cell so it may not hold him they had to move fast after he was secured they took off towards the states.

Ira was going back to the foundation and this time he won't be getting out so easily.