Capítulo 2: SCP-3288; Part 2, The Entrance:
Top, taking point was the first to reach the stream. The water was rushing down towards the direction that the team was required to advance to. Top didn't like it. Their objective was to obtain access to the crypt entrance and destroy or capture any or all SCP:3288 on site. Granted, the three 3288's could be leading them to a hidden entrance, but then again, they could just be taking the two people to be butchered in a bush and then head back to the fire for another dance, and if so, they would be an issue in their rear flank and must be taken care of before they advance into the tomb.
"Contact, I see them." Whispered Jester. pointing into the darkness, over the stream, and through some trees. Top and Iron had to readjust to see them. Both men took a second to locate them, but sure enough, they were there. The three 3288's stood by a cliffs wall. It was covered in various ivy's and bushes, giving it the look of a huge towering wall of leaf.
"Reckon they're having a breather, Top?" asked Jester as Iron got himself comfy next to them. Top grumbled as he watched the trio. He couldn't see the two civilians. The trio of 3288's rummaged the bushes again near them and walked into the leaf wall, and disappeared.
shit.
Top quietly gave the order the advance. They found a shallow in the stream to wade through to the side of the cliff. Reaching the wall of leaf, where the yokels had roughly been, it took a couple of minutes for one of the team to find the blood on the blades of grass upon the dirt floor. "Here." said Jester, moving the bushes with the most blood upon their leaves and looking behind them.
A stone wall.
shit.
Iron and Jester began cleaving at the branches and plants, clearing the walled area to get a better view, their blades glistening brightly in their green vision from the goggles. Top took a few steps back to see the bigger picture and switched his goggles to heat. he saw the blackness outline the white moving forms of Jester and Iron, but he also saw a strange white shape. starting at the base of Jesters feet, running horizontally for roughly one and a half meters, then an almost perfect ninty-degree bend vertical roughly two meters before another ninty-degree bend and running back to same parallel it had at Jesters feet. Almost as if a perfect shaped door had been cut into the stone.
Gotcha.
Top quickly moved up to the rock face and felt for the fault line. Jester and Iron moved back, unsure of what Top was doing.
"You both laughed at me for bringing by bi-visions, but look who just won the jackpot!" he said smugly as he found the fault line in the stone and pressed, unlatched the door and letting it swing open with a hiss.
"Bet you boy's are jealous now!" he said, gesturing the two men to follow.
The mouth of the passage was hewn from the very rock of the cliff. No lights of any kind could be seen upon the walls, Top switched his bi-vision back to night and watched Jester and Iron venture further down the green unevenly carved hall of rock. Blood was visible on the floor, not much, just a slight trickle, kindly showing the team of agents the direction the civilians had been dragged.
Top stopped and made a call to command. "Six Actual, This is Six-one. Assign Six-two to the tomb entrance. It would appear we have a secondary entrance here. Entering beneath a cliff, possible radio loss, we will contact you best we can and watch for friendlies once Six-two has entered."
Commands acknowledgement came quickly as they dispatched the second team to the entrance. Team three was to remain watching the local town for law enforcement activity to give the others a heads up to get out.
The gloom of the cavern was cold. Even the hulking mass of Iron shivered. Cold cutting straight to the bone, even through all of their equipment, Top checked his temperature gauge on his wrist. seven degrees centigrade, raising an eyebrow to this sudden drop from the eighteen degrees outside, he run the various anomalies that he knew of through his head, only one he knew of could cause sudden cold, but that was from minus five degrees downwards he recalled.
"It can't be 532." said Iron flatly making sure his voice didn't shake if the muscle shivers. "It's not cold enough, and 3288's need warmth to survive." he pointed out, reassuring Top and Jester alike. They had dealt with an instance of SCP:532 before; Frost Bug, it was very kindly nicknamed by the other agents. It cost the Foundation two agents to obtain that particular specimen that they were involved with. The team pressed on, taking care not to make more noise than absolutely necessary, only speaking to alert their comrades to updates from what's ahead.
A deep, raspy chuckle erupted from the darkness further ahead. The team froze, pointing their bullpop rifles down the uneven corridor. Their attention grasped by the sound, they missed the evil glowing orb eyes tucked away behind a dip in the stone wall. A dirty blade came down on Iron's shoulder, a sickening wet thump was the noise that the team spun to, Iron swivelled with ease, not even flinching from the wound in his shoulder. The team saw a fat, grotesque and swollen abomination. Sores and boils colonising most of its visible skin. Sharp and crooked teeth, too many to naturally be in a single humans jaw flashed a hungry perverted smile. The green of the night goggles flashed a single and quick blinding light as Iron fired his silenced rifle, the rubber bullet hitting the thing in its right eye. The bulbous organ erupted in a fountain of blood as the abomination fell limply to the ground.
"Jesus christ, Iron, only you could kill something with a rubber bloody bullet! Six Actual, Mandrakes chalk another kill, 3288."
"Copy Six-one. Please use rubber ammunition from here on out." Came the crackle deep voice of command.
"Iron, please try keep the next one subdued.... are you alright? you're bleeding."
Iron checked his shoulder and took a sharp intake of breath as he touched the wound. Jester took a moment to check out his team members shoulder.
"hmm.... gunna need stitches, but the equipment stopped the brunt. You're radio wire is cut, here take a spare." said Jesture, handing a spiralled wire end to Iron and plugged it other end in to Iron's radio before he pinched the three inch cut together and applied temporary butterfly adhesive stitches to it and dressed the wound with a pad.
Top stood waiting, "So, ladies. are we ready to go deeper?"
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