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SCP: "The Rise of The Administrator"

Léonard Dumont, a 16-year-old French teenager and geek of the SCP Foundation's myths, one day receives a notification on his computer from the SCP Foundation Management System. His duty is to build the SCP Foundation has The Administrator of the Foundation. This story is a mix of several canons of the Foundation. Mix everything with our own real world to add a weight of realism to all this. This is my very first story, I hope you will enjoy it and I am open to all criticism and comments.

phamtom3000 · 科幻
分數不夠
73 Chs

Side Story #1: SCP-2430

Side Story #1: SCP-2430

The streets of Berlin were quiet as the Foundation's tactical team prepared to move out. Their target: SCP-2430, a Keter-class anomaly known to possess dangerous, unpredictable abilities. Unlike the Mobile Task Forces, this team wasn't specialized in anomalies but had been handpicked from the ranks of highly trained field agents, selected for their efficiency in urban operations.

The briefing had been short but intense. SCP-2430, or rather the entity it inhabited, had been tracked to an apartment complex in one of Berlin's more rundown neighborhoods. The Foundation's surveillance teams had been monitoring various social media platforms for months, sifting through thousands of posts and images until they had finally identified SCP-2430 through a series of increasingly erratic and disturbing posts. Once a low-profile target, the anomaly had started to leave a digital trail that couldn't be ignored. Its behavior was escalating, and the Foundation knew it had to act before things spiraled out of control.

The team, consisting of six operators, sat in the back of an unmarked van, checking their gear one last time as the vehicle moved through the narrow streets. The team leader, codenamed Omega-Lead, went over the plan again, his voice calm and authoritative through the earpieces of his squad.

"Alright, listen up," Omega-Lead began, his tone leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. "We're dealing with SCP-2430. Last known location: Apartment 4B, second floor. The building's layout is simple, one main stairwell, and the apartment has two exits. We move in fast and hard, secure the target, and exfil before anyone knows what happened. Remember, this thing is unpredictable. Expect resistance, but don't engage unless absolutely necessary. Our priority is containment."

The team nodded in unison, their faces hidden behind tactical helmets. Each member wore standard-issue body armor, equipped with a mix of non-lethal and lethal weaponry. They were all professionals, veterans of countless operations, but there was an underlying tension in the air. SCP-2430 was not a standard target. None of them had faced a Keter-class anomaly before, and they knew the risks.

As the van pulled up a block away from the apartment complex, the team disembarked quickly, moving with the practiced efficiency of seasoned operatives. They blended into the shadows, moving through alleyways and side streets until they reached the rear entrance of the building. The streetlights cast long, eerie shadows across the pavement, but the neighborhood was still and quiet, as if holding its breath.

Omega-Lead raised a hand, signaling the team to halt. He checked the small tablet strapped to his forearm, which displayed a live feed from a drone hovering high above the area. The drone had already done a preliminary sweep, showing no unusual activity in or around the building. Still, Omega-Lead wasn't about to take any chances.

"Drones confirm no movement on the roof or fire escapes," he whispered into his comms. "We're clear to proceed. Beta-1, you're on point."

Beta-1, a tall, wiry operative with a background in special reconnaissance, nodded and moved forward, pulling out a small, high-tech lockpick device. With a few deft movements, the lock on the rear door clicked open, and Beta-1 slowly pushed it ajar, peering inside.

"Clear," he whispered back, motioning for the others to follow.

The team entered the building, moving silently through the dimly lit corridor. The air was thick with the smell of mildew and damp plaster, the kind of stench common in neglected urban housing. Omega-Lead kept his eyes on the stairwell at the end of the hallway, knowing that their target was just two floors above.

They reached the stairwell without incident, and Omega-Lead motioned for Gamma-2, the team's breacher, to take the lead. Gamma-2 was a stocky, muscular man, known for his ability to make quick work of any obstacle. He carried a shotgun strapped to his back, but for now, he kept his sidearm in hand as he took the stairs two at a time, leading the team upwards.

When they reached the second floor, Omega-Lead held up a fist, signaling the team to stop. The hallway ahead was narrow, with doors lining either side. The light from a flickering bulb cast an unsettling glow over the peeling wallpaper, but there was no sound, no sign of movement.

"Beta-1, take the door," Omega-Lead ordered.

Beta-1 moved to the door marked 4B and crouched down, placing a small, flexible camera under the crack. He adjusted the view on his handheld monitor, scanning the room beyond the door.

"Got visual," Beta-1 reported. "It's empty… no sign of SCP-2430."

Omega-Lead frowned. "Any exits?"

"Two," Beta-1 confirmed. "One leading to a fire escape, the other into the hallway opposite."

Omega-Lead weighed his options. "Alright, we move in. Standard formation. Beta-1 and Gamma-2, take the lead. Delta-3 and I will cover the exits. Alpha-4 and Echo-5, watch the stairwell."

The team moved into position, weapons at the ready. Beta-1 silently counted down with his fingers: three, two, one. Gamma-2 kicked the door open, and the team swept into the apartment, moving with precision and speed.

The apartment was a mess, with furniture overturned and papers strewn across the floor. It looked as though someone had left in a hurry. Omega-Lead's eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in the scene. There was a half-eaten meal on the table, a television still playing static in the corner, and a window open to the fire escape.

"Clear!" Gamma-2 called out as he secured the far end of the apartment.

Omega-Lead cursed under his breath. "Damn it. He's on the move. Beta-1, get eyes on that fire escape."

Beta-1 was already at the window, scanning the alley below with his rifle-mounted scope. "Nothing, sir. No sign of him."

Omega-Lead's mind raced. They had been so close. SCP-2430 was a slippery target, but they couldn't afford to lose him now. He switched channels on his radio, contacting the overwatch drone.

"Echo-6, this is Omega-Lead. We've lost visual on the target. Sweep the area, focus on all possible exits."

"Copy that, Omega-Lead," came the reply, and within moments, the drone's feed appeared on Omega-Lead's tablet. The drone's camera panned across the rooftops and alleyways, searching for any sign of SCP-2430.

"There!" Omega-Lead barked, pointing at the screen. "He's heading east, towards the industrial district. Move out!"

The team was already on the move, leaving the apartment and racing down the stairwell. They burst out of the building, adrenaline pumping as they sprinted through the alleyways. The drone continued to track SCP-2430's movements, guiding them through the maze of streets.

As they neared the industrial district, the buildings grew taller and more foreboding, casting long shadows over the narrow roads. Omega-Lead's heart pounded in his chest as they closed in on their target. They couldn't let him escape, not now.

Finally, the drone's feed showed SCP-2430 disappearing into a large, dilapidated warehouse at the edge of the district. Omega-Lead called for a halt, gathering his team behind a row of rusted shipping containers.

"He's in there," Omega-Lead whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. "This could be a trap. Stay sharp."

The team moved in, flanking the warehouse and approaching from multiple angles. The building was old and crumbling, with broken windows and graffiti-covered walls. The perfect place for someone to hide.

Beta-1 reached the main entrance, pressing his back against the wall as he peered inside. The interior was dark, the only light coming from the moon filtering through the broken roof. He could make out the shapes of machinery and stacks of crates, but no sign of SCP-2430.

"Can't see much," Beta-1 reported. "But it looks clear."

"Let's not take any chances," Omega-Lead responded. "Gamma-2, you and Delta-3 take the front. Beta-1 and Echo-5, move in from the rear. Alpha-4 and I will provide cover from here."

The team split up, moving into position. Gamma-2 and Delta-3 crept through the main entrance, their eyes scanning the shadows for any movement. Meanwhile, Beta-1 and Echo-5 circled around to the back, finding a small side door that led into the warehouse.

As they entered, the silence was deafening. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the wind seemed magnified in the darkness. The team moved slowly, methodically, checking every corner, every possible hiding spot.

Then, without warning, all hell broke loose.

From the shadows, gunfire erupted, and the team was immediately under attack. Bullets ricocheted off the metal walls, and the air was filled with the sound of shattering glass and splintering wood.

"Ambush!" Omega-Lead shouted, diving for cover behind a stack of crates. "Return fire!"

The team responded instantly, their training kicking in as they fired back at their unseen attackers. The muzzle flashes illuminated the dark warehouse in brief bursts, revealing the outlines of figures moving in the shadows.

The warehouse's dim, cavernous interior was filled with the harsh staccato of gunfire. The team's initial surprise quickly turned to a focused, reactive defense as they engaged with the unknown assailants. The sound of bullets clattering against metal and the sharp bursts of return fire created a chaotic symphony of combat. Omega-Lead took cover behind a stack of rusted crates, scanning the area for any signs of the attackers.

"Stay sharp!" Omega-Lead commanded through the comms, his voice a steady anchor amidst the chaos. "We've got unknown hostiles. Maintain your positions and return fire!"

Gamma-2, positioned near the main entrance, was crouched behind a large piece of machinery. He fired his weapon methodically, each shot carefully aimed to maximize effectiveness. His eyes darted around, trying to pinpoint the source of the incoming fire. Beside him, Delta-3 was equally engaged, reloading swiftly as he continued to provide cover.

"Who the hell are these guys?" Delta-3 shouted, his voice barely audible over the din of the firefight.

"They're not Foundation," Omega-Lead replied, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Looks like we've got some uninvited guests."

Beta-1 and Echo-5, who had entered through the rear, were also under fire. They ducked behind a stack of crates, returning fire as they moved cautiously through the shadows. Beta-1's sharp eyes caught glimpses of the attackers' movements, but the darkness and the confusion made it difficult to identify them clearly.

"We need to get a better look at these guys," Beta-1 said, his voice strained but determined. "Echo-5, cover me while I try to get a visual!"

Echo-5 nodded and took up a defensive position, firing periodically to keep the attackers at bay. Beta-1 carefully moved forward, using the warehouse's broken structures for cover. His movements were deliberate, every step calculated to avoid exposure.

As Beta-1 reached a vantage point, he finally got a clear look at their adversaries. They were clad in dark, tactical gear adorned with symbols that made his blood run cold. It was unmistakable: the insignia was that of a far-right extremist group, a remnant of a violent neo-Nazi organization. 

"Contact!" Beta-1 barked into his comms. "We're dealing with neo-Nazi extremists, not some random criminal group!"

Omega-Lead's mind raced. This was an unexpected twist that complicated their mission significantly. Not only did they have to contend with SCP-2430, but now they were also facing an organized, militant group that had clearly been lying in wait.

"Understood," Omega-Lead replied. "Adjust tactics. We need to contain the threat from both sides. Watch for flanks and keep your heads on a swivel."

The Foundation team adapted quickly to the new threat. Gamma-2 and Delta-3, still engaged at the front, began coordinating with Beta-1 and Echo-5. They set up a crossfire pattern to prevent the attackers from breaching their positions. 

"Delta-3, start laying down suppressive fire!" Omega-Lead ordered. "Gamma-2, push up and see if you can locate their leader. Beta-1, Echo-5, maintain your position and keep those flanks covered."

Gamma-2, weapon in hand, moved forward with calculated aggression. His mission was to find the source of the attackers' coordination and neutralize it. The warehouse was filled with crates and old machinery, creating a labyrinth of cover and concealment.

As Gamma-2 advanced, he spotted a group of attackers huddled near a makeshift command center—a cluttered table with maps and radios. They were communicating in low, hurried tones, their eyes darting nervously as they issued orders. Gamma-2, hidden behind a pile of crates, took careful aim and eliminated the nearest threats with precise shots.

At the same time, Delta-3 provided suppressive fire, his bursts of automatic gunfire forcing the extremists to keep their heads down. His weapon roared as he engaged targets in the darkness, creating a corridor of safety for his teammates.

In the rear of the warehouse, Beta-1 and Echo-5 continued their defensive position. Echo-5, from behind cover, shouted updates on enemy movements. 

"They're regrouping near the far end!" Echo-5 reported, his voice tight with focus. "Looks like they're trying to set up an ambush!"

"Got it," Omega-Lead responded. "Beta-1, we need to flank them. Move to the side entrance and cut them off. We can't let them regroup."

Beta-1 acknowledged the order and maneuvered around to the side entrance. He moved with practiced stealth, slipping through the shadows until he reached a position where he could see the extremists' attempted ambush. He fired at key positions, disrupting their formation and preventing them from solidifying their plan.

Meanwhile, Omega-Lead and his team, still engaging with the militants, fought with relentless determination. Despite the intense combat, they remained focused on their primary objective: locating SCP-2430. The ongoing firefight was a dangerous complication, but their mission had to take precedence.

In the midst of the battle, Omega-Lead spotted a figure moving among the chaos. It was SCP-2430—clearly visible amidst the fighting. The anomaly seemed to be leveraging the confusion, manipulating the surroundings with an unsettling ease. Omega-Lead signaled to his team.

"Target sighted!" Omega-Lead shouted. "We need to secure SCP-2430 and get out of here. Focus fire on the anomaly!"

The team shifted their focus, aiming their weapons at SCP-2430. The entity appeared to be disoriented by the simultaneous assault from both sides. It flinched as bullets whizzed past, but it was not incapacitated. SCP-2430's unpredictable nature meant that even when targeted, it could react in unforeseen ways.

Suddenly, SCP-2430 emitted a high-pitched shriek, a sound that seemed to pierce through the cacophony of gunfire. The noise reverberated through the warehouse, causing both the Foundation team and the attackers to momentarily stagger. The scream was followed by a burst of energy that knocked several of the extremists off their feet.

Seizing the moment, Omega-Lead ordered a final push. "Now! Engage the target with everything we've got!"

The team coordinated their fire, aiming for SCP-2430 with synchronized precision. The entity convulsed, its form shifting and distorting as it attempted to evade the onslaught. The neo-Nazi extremists, caught in the crossfire, began to retreat, their initial advantage slipping away.

As the last of the extremists fell or fled, the Foundation team focused their attention solely on SCP-2430. The anomaly was weakening, its movements becoming more erratic as the combined force of their assault took its toll.

Finally, SCP-2430 collapsed. Omega-Lead's team closed in, cautiously approaching the fallen anomaly to ensure it was fully contained.

"Is it contained?" Omega-Lead asked, his voice steady despite the exhaustion.

"Looks like it," Beta-1 replied, checking the containment unit they had prepared. "We've got it secured. No sign of further activity."

With the immediate threat neutralized, Omega-Lead turned his attention to the aftermath. The warehouse was littered with debris and the bodies of extremists. The area was eerily quiet now, the chaos giving way to a somber silence.

Omega-Lead took a deep breath, looking around at his team. "Good work, everyone. We've got SCP-2430 contained, but we need to report this. The situation with the extremists complicates things. Make sure all evidence is collected and secure the area."

The team set to work, documenting the scene and securing any remaining threats. They knew the aftermath of this operation would involve extensive debriefing and analysis. The presence of the extremist group had been an unforeseen complication, but their primary objective had been achieved.

As the team prepared to leave, Omega-Lead glanced back at the warehouse one last time. The night was quiet now, but the memories of the battle and the unexpected challenges they had faced would linger long after they left Berlin.

With SCP-2430 secured and the immediate threats neutralized, the team's next steps would involve thorough examination and reporting. The operation was far from over, and the consequences of their encounter with both SCP-2430 and the extremist group would need to be addressed with the utmost care and attention.

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Understood. Here's the continuation from where the previous text left off, with the added complication of another attack:

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Just as the team finished securing SCP-2430 in the containment van, a new alarm blared from their comms. The driver's voice crackled urgently through the earpieces.

"Omega-Lead, we've got trouble. We're being tracked! It looks like we're not alone."

Omega-Lead's eyes widened. "What do you mean tracked?"

"Unidentified vehicle tailing us. They're closing in fast," the driver responded.

The team sprang into action, their earlier fatigue replaced by renewed urgency. They quickly checked their gear and scanned the surroundings for any signs of danger.

"Form up! We need to assess the threat and ensure SCP-2430 remains secure," Omega-Lead ordered.

As the van navigated the streets of Berlin, the team's senses were heightened. They could hear the distant rumble of engines and the occasional flash of headlights in the rearview mirrors. The van's driver swerved to avoid potential hazards, trying to shake off the pursuing vehicle.

"Beta-1, get on the roof and see if you can spot the tailing vehicle," Omega-Lead commanded.

Beta-1 climbed onto the roof of the van, taking up a defensive position. Through the optics of his rifle-mounted scope, he scanned the darkened streets behind them. He spotted a black SUV maintaining a consistent distance.

"There's definitely a vehicle trailing us," Beta-1 reported. "It's blacked out and heavily modified. No identifying marks."

Omega-Lead grimaced. "Looks like we've got another fight on our hands. Prepare for an engagement."

The team quickly devised a plan. With SCP-2430 securely contained, their priority was to eliminate the threat while ensuring the safety of their transport. Omega-Lead instructed the driver to head towards a more isolated area where they could confront the attackers without risking civilian lives.

The van raced through the streets, making sharp turns and heading into a less populated part of the city. The pursuing SUV followed relentlessly, showing no signs of slowing down.

"Prepare for engagement!" Omega-Lead shouted over the comms. "They'll be coming in hot!"

As they reached an abandoned industrial area, the van skidded to a halt. The team jumped into action, taking up defensive positions around the vehicle. The SUV pulled up, and figures emerged, their silhouettes outlined by the streetlights.

The attackers were armed and dressed in tactical gear, similar to the neo-Nazi extremists they had fought earlier. It was clear that they were not just random criminals but a coordinated group with a specific interest in their operation.

"Contact!" Omega-Lead shouted. "Engage!"

Gunfire erupted once more, filling the air with the sharp cracks of weapons discharging. The team took cover behind the van and nearby structures, returning fire as the attackers advanced.

"Stay focused!" Omega-Lead commanded. "We need to hold them off and protect SCP-2430!"

The battle was intense, with the attackers employing aggressive tactics to try and breach the team's defenses. Bullets whizzed past, ricocheting off metal and concrete. The team's training kicked in as they fought to maintain control of the situation.

Delta-3 and Gamma-2 worked together to provide suppressive fire, pinning down the attackers and preventing them from flanking. Beta-1, from his elevated position, targeted key threats, his precision fire helping to manage the advancing forces.

The firefight continued, the sounds of battle echoing through the industrial area. The attackers were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. The team fought with determination, their focus split between defending SCP-2430 and neutralizing the hostile force.

Finally, Omega-Lead spotted a familiar figure among the attackers—a leader coordinating the assault. With a swift decision, he directed Gamma-2 and Delta-3 to focus on neutralizing this figure. 

"Target their leader!" Omega-Lead ordered. "If we take him out, the rest might falter!"

Gamma-2 and Delta-3 moved with precision, pushing forward through the chaos. Their combined firepower quickly overwhelmed the attackers' leader, causing the remaining forces to hesitate.

Seeing their leader fall, the attackers began to retreat, their coordinated assault unraveling. The team pressed their advantage, pushing the remaining attackers back and securing the area.

When the battle subsided, the team regrouped, exhausted but victorious. The attackers had been repelled, and SCP-2430 remained secure.

"Is everyone alright?" Omega-Lead asked, surveying his team.

"Affirmative," came the replies. "We're holding steady."

"Good work," Omega-Lead said. "Let's get back to the van and finish this mission."

The team carefully loaded SCP-2430 into the van once more, ensuring the containment unit was secure. As they drove away, they left behind the scene of the intense confrontation, the night's chaos giving way to a tense calm.

The unexpected attacks had added significant complications, but the team's swift response and determination ensured the mission's success. They would need to report the full details of the engagement and the extremist group's involvement, but for now, the priority was to return safely and finalize their operation.

As they left Berlin, the team reflected on the night's events, knowing that their experiences would shape their future operations and preparedness. The challenges faced and overcome would be valuable lessons in their ongoing mission to secure, contain, and protect.