The SCP Files
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				Title: <strong>The SCP Files</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 16:29:44</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/190/2/a/dry_valley_farm_by_theman268-d56lyfi.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>50 miles west of Fayetteville, Arkansas<br>09:30, 1 Sept. 2012</strong></span><br>The sound of gasping and moaning could be heard even outside the barn as Jacob Redmond approached, shotgun casually slung over his shoulder.&nbsp; It was mostly for shock value, since he knew it was most likely kids from the nearby college sneaking away and finding a secluded spot to have a little fun.&nbsp; He hadn't seen any cars, which was unusual, but that didn't mean anything.&nbsp; They might be staying nearby and ran off for somewhere private and a bit kinky.&nbsp; He'd scare the daylights out of them, tell them to get dressed and be on their way.&nbsp; He chuckled, remembering when he was younger and he'd done the same with his new bride, Mary.&nbsp; <br><br>He grabbed the latch and pulled the barn door open, yelling, "Alright, you kids better..." he fell silent as he saw what was located inside.<br><br>Hanging from hooks from every rafter were bodies.&nbsp; Some were clearly dead, others were still in agony, speared through the wrists and left to dangle naked mere inches above the floor.&nbsp; Some looked desperately to Jacob, as if begging for help, while others were horrified and trying to say something, but each had a thick glob of amber covering their mouths.<br><br>Before Jacob could even process the scene, behind him he heard the dust move.&nbsp; He spun around, leveling his shotgun, only to feel a sharp pain in the back of his neck.&nbsp; He fell to his knees, grabbing the back of his head, only to have the sun obscured.&nbsp; He looked up and spotted a nightmare, before passing out in the dirt.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>SCP US Midwest Regional Headquarters<br>08:40, 2 Sept. 2012</strong></span><br>"No no no, I'm supposed to be here.&nbsp; Look, my papers were faxed here and received or else my office in London wouldn't have sent me on that bloody plane!"<br><br>"Now uh, sir.&nbsp; Just relax, I'm sure everything will be taken care of... just uh..." the receptionist looked nervous and was frantically looking up information, "Just uh, stay right there."<br><br>"Right, like I'm gonna listen to an order you give a bloody dog," said the feline sitting on the counter, tail swishing in agitation.<br><br>The receptionist got back on the phone and the cat sighed, taking a moment to groom his fur.&nbsp; He'd been on a plane in the cargo bay, a scary prospect for him due to his claustrophobia.&nbsp; He'd managed to make it but now the Foundation had lost his paperwork and he was stuck waiting for a ditz to get the papers sorted so he could link up with Mobile Task Force Gamma.<br><br>"Oh uh, here it is.&nbsp; I'm so sorry sir.&nbsp; Let me get you your ID," the receptionist said, printing off a pass.&nbsp; She handed it to him and then said, "Uh, I think the meeting for Gamma was moved to conference room 4, so if you want to meet them there..."<br><br>Walton nodded, "Right, thanks luv."&nbsp; He took the ID in his mouth and hopped down, trotting across the lobby much to the confusion of the receptionist and not many others, having seen far, far stranger.&nbsp; He continued through the building until he spotted conference room 4 and used the lower keycard reader to scan his badge, having to stand on his hind feet to hold the card with his paws.&nbsp; After that, he went inside and hopped up on the table where he wanted to sit, waiting for the others.&nbsp; While he waited, he took a moment to groom his fur.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The SCP Files</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 21:34:54</strong>
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				Though Halden wasn't new to secret agencies, he was new to the SCP Foundation. One thing that bugged him already was the non smoking policy indoors. Casually he took a last hit from his cigarette, before he discarded it on the floor, and extinguished the burning fag with the heel of his shoe. That last hit of nicotine was all he needed to feel his tranquility return and embolden him on this new career. <br><br>He had been nervous as hell for his first work day to start, and he felt like a rookie all over again, despite the seven years of service as a special agent for the FBI, where he had worked on the infamous X Files. At least his previous job had prepared him for all sorts of oddities, and it took quite something to surprise him.<br><br>Halden had received his ID card only a day earlier, and now swooshed the card past the card reader, allowing him entry to the building. For a moment, he glanced up at the security camera. He was sure they were watching him. It always felt like somebody, somewhere was watching him. Part of the reasons he had originally wanted to join the FBI was so he could watch the watchers, but then again, would still somebody else be watching him?<br><br>Being paranoid wasn't an easy thing to be.<br><br>He saw cat a proudly strutting away from the receptionist desk. Though he had seen quite something, it did make him arch an eyebrow. He didn't want to look stupid, however, and choose not to comment on it.<br><br>Instead, he stepped up to the receptionist desk, and introduced himself to the receptionist, “Hello, I'm Halden Amsheim, and I was recently assigned to Mobile Task Force Gamma.”<br><br>“Could you show me your ID card please, Mister Amsheim?” The friendly receptionist asked him.<br><br>Halden showed the card to her, and she scanned it with a simple looking device. He could see her screen change in the reflection of her glasses, and noticed several screens whiz by at an amazing speed.<br><br>At least they have fast computers here, Halden thought. Not unlike the crap we had to work with at the Bureau. The government cuts hit us real hard last year, and faster computers would have definitely been a nice thing to have.<br><br>“Ah, yes your ID is confirmed Agent Amsheim. The meeting for Gamma takes place in conference room four. It's down the hall to your left.”<br><br>Halden nodded in reply, and said, “Thank you, Miss...?”<br><br>“Dorothy, Dorothy Simmons,” the receptionist said, while smiling at him.<br><br>“Thank you, Dorothy. How about a cup of coffee after our work day is over?” Halden asked, as he sat with one leg on her desk, and looked her straight in the eye.<br><br>The poor woman couldn't help but blush, before she replied, “I'm not sure that would be a very wise idea, Agent Amsheim.”<br><br>She nervously glanced from side to side, before she added with a whispering tone, “You might want to familiarize yourself with office protocol first.”<br><br>“I see...” Halden replied in a thoughtful voice, “Very well, in that case I bid you farewell, for now.”<br><br>With that he got up and walked to conference room four in a much similar way like he had seen the cat walk away.<br><br>After he held his ID card to the card reader and his identity was confirmed, he entered the room and took a seat. To his surprise the only thing he saw was the cat he had seen earlier. He had expected at least some other people present. The creature seemed busy grooming himself.<br><br>Being a cat lover, he couldn't help but say, “Here kitty kitty,” while he made a luring movement with his fingers. 
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