章 13: SCP-3288; Part 13, Debriefing.
The Wildcats landed somewhere Top did not recognise, it was not the forward operating base that had been set up to house the mission. In the darkness, Top could make out the silhouettes of the rolling hills and tree lines in the distance, but could not identify any of it. Soon the helicopter rotors wound down from a faint whirling to a low buzz. Top and Jester were both offered a hand each by the helicopter crew to assist them out of the metal belly of their slender vehicle. Top denied the hand whilst hauling himself from the metal floor. Jester on the other hand, gladly took it, "Oh, why thank you, young man! what chivalry! oh, you do know how to make the old withered cheeks blush, don't you!" he called out dramatically as he exited, The crewman quickly withdrew his hand, his arms now by his side, he walked away as stiff as a board, clearly embarrassed. Jester chuckled to himself whilst Top shook his head grinning.
The ground was soft underfoot, Top took another glance down and saw that it was simply grass. The he noticed the two teams surrounding them. Four M.T.F. members in each squad, keeping a good fifteen meter distance between themselves and Top, Jester and Needles. Top's stomach didn't feel right, not from the trauma from The Alpha, but from gut feeling of something wrong.
Ahead of them, stood three singular glass tubes with a sealable door.
They all froze.
The M.T.F.'s braced themselves, for what Top couldn't guess. They are on the same team!
"What's this?" asked Top bluntly gesturing towards the tubes.
"Decon." sat a voice flatly behind him.
Top looked back to see who, but was met with the eight weapons raising at him and the single word from one of the eight soldiers, "Move."
Needles was the first to enter the slender tube.
The decontamination tube stood about ten feet tall and four feet wide, just wide enough for a single person to get in all nice and snug. A little claustrophobic Top thought. It reminded him of a glass coffin. Jester approached his tube and paused at the open curved glass door, looked around dramatically with his arms in the air. "Oh, if only there was a strapping young helicopter crew member who could help a frail old man in to his final resting place!" he paused for a laugh, but was sorely disappointed. "Ugh. Tough crowd. How boring." he mumbled to himself. Jester climbed in and got himself comfortable, the door remained open for both him and Needles.
Top finally submitted and approached his central tube of the three. Only now, did the M.T.F.'s close in behind him, still keeping their distance. Only when Top had settled himself in to his tube, the Team's split formation and approached the doors.
Jester couldn't help himself. "Don' turn da lights off boss. Imma scared of da daaark!" he exclaimed faking a crying whimper in his voice, but the M.T.F. paid no attention, they sealed his tube, Needle's tube and Top's all at the same time. Top heard a soft hissing sound.
Depressurisation? ...no... that wouldn't make sense.
Then Top smelt it. cooking sugar, the sweetness of it almost made him gag, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he could taste the sweetness, it was so pungent he froze, he knew exactly what this was. Halothane Vapour. He had used H.V. before on missions to knock humanoid's unconscious, he had a single grenade of it in his belt. he quickly fumbled with one hand to grab his H.V. grenade to see if it had sprung a leak, and began hitting the glass tube wall with the other.
The grenade was still at 100% pressure according the readout display next to the pin.
Shit.
They're gassing us!
Top, Needles and Jester all began thrashing all at once at their tubes, hitting and punching the glass, but Needles, being the smallest of the three, went limp first. Top could feel his limbs getting heavier, more sluggish. Jester ceased to move next, his knee's buckled against the tube shell and propped him up in an awkward position, his head drooped against his shoulder. Top knew his time was soon, his eyes felt heavy, a warm cosy feeling was tempting him, he felt like his was slipping in to a warm bath filled with muscle relaxants like he often did after a mission to sooth any aches and pains he would carry after the fight.
No! it's not real!
Hmm nice bath, so nice...
No!
Yes... sleep, I'm just so tired, five minutes won't hurt.
No! fight!
No, five minutes, then I'll fight, promise, five minutes...
Top's body went limp and he lost the battle against the gas.
A figure kept in a shadow that seemed oddly darker than the nights own, approached and studied the trio of tubes. The M.T.F.'s tensed up as the figure approached near them. "The Oh-five Council will revise the cam footage. These three should be dead after that."
An explosion erupted somewhere in the distance, from the direction of the mansion. The ensuing fireball could be seen glowing in the sky from many miles away, even from the position the events were taking place, the M.T.F.'s could see it.
The shadowed figured did not turn to witness the display of destruction, they simply studied the three tubes holding Needles, Top and Jester. "Keep them sedated and move them to Site-19. We might have a bigger issue."
The M.T.F.'s nodded in compliance. "Yes, Oh-Four"
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