- Big brother, this
is Echo Romeo Alpha, target is secure. R-T-B. - This is Inspector Arlia, beginning session five
of the investigation of incident 096
dash one dash alpha. I am here with Dr. Daniels. Hello doctor. - Have you caught it yet? - Yes, you'll be pleased to hear containment
has been attained. - Oh thank god. - We do have some
questions, obviously. It's been very difficult
to get a clear picture of the case. We hope you can help us. - Yes, yes of course. - Good. Now, Doctor, for the record, where were you when
containment was broken? - I was on an excavation
in the mountains, comparing lab samples
with local geology. - And, in your absence, who was in charge of the lab? - Dr. Oleksei. - And how was 096 being held? - As per protocol. 096 is being kept in a
class 13 containment cube. No windows, no cameras,
no one that is possible to see its face. Any instrumentation or
life support system is in strict compliance.
- Thank you. And when exactly was
containment broken? - I haven't been informed
of the exact time yet. - Yes, of course. Apologies Doctor, we're a
bit disorganized ourselves. Doctor? - Are they watching us? - You must be more
specific, Doctor. - The 05, are they watching us? - Yes.
- Well then, maybe now they'll listen to me when I say, we need to kill it! This could have
been a catastrophe. - Unfortunately,
it's a bit too late for could-have-beens Doctor. - What do you mean? - Let's start from the
beginning, shall we? Relax Doctor, all protocols
have been followed. All personnel inside stage
two containment saw its face, unfortunately, that
was just the start. - Recording. - Okay, this is
researcher, Michael Allen. - And researcher Daryl Landry. - Reporting an event with 096. - At approximately 15:57
audio blips were picked up by sensors alpha
one and alpha two. There it is again. The readings are showing 096
on the North wall, stationary. We should get Oleksei down here. - It should hold right? - Just get a hold of Oleksei. - Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit . - It rapidly became
clear that 096's target which we've labeled 096-1
was nowhere close by. - Wait, wait, wait. In the event of a
stage one breach, the automated protocols insure
that a sleeping agent is-- - The automated protocols
failed to start. In the event of an
automation failure, it would be up to
the operations chief. In this case, Dr. Oleksei. - Well, where the hell was he? - He was found hiding
in the janitorial closet in division three, dead. - Dead? - Indeed. - Oleksei, you idiot. - I'm sorry for
your loss, Doctor but we do have a
lot more to cover. After breaching the base, 096 moved in a straight
vector towards the mountains. - Big Brother, this is Hog One. approaching estimated
target location, over. - Copy Hog One, maintain vector. - I think I've got something. Target visual. - Clear for strafing
round, over. - You're clear. - Ineffective on target. - Copy, going hot
on two mavericks. Three, two, one, fire. - Direct hit. - No effect, I repeat,
no effect on target. - Copy Hog One, return to base. Retrieval team, maintain vector. - 096 proved difficult
to keep track of. It doesn't show up on satellite thermal
imaging, often times. We were only able to track it by the path of
destruction it left. About two hours into pursuit,
it crossed a state highway. We were lucky it was lightly
traveled at the time. But 12 people
still saw its face. - We needed more
preparation for when, not if, but when
there was a breach. - You did have a
considerable budget, Doctor but it seems that
most of your focus was on the SCRAMBLE Goggles? - Yes, I've said time and again that the SCRAMBLE Program was
the only achievable technology to give us a fighting chance. Especially when you
assholes wouldn't let me do proper research. As I said, it has
always been a when! - Doctor, please. We have a lot more to cover. Finally, 096 reached victim 096-1, a young man who lived on a small farm at
the foot of the mountains. With his wife and newborn child. - Ian? Ian? - Are you bothered by
something, Dr. Daniels? - Why didn't you let me kill it? - For the record, Doctor, you
don't know how to kill it. Much of the research
you've requested equates to torturing 096 which is inhumane. - Inhumane, inhumane? There's nothing human
about that thing. This is insane! People are dying!
- Yes, Doctor. People have died. Isn't that a tragedy? - You people are a bunch
of goddamned psychopaths. - Our only concern is to
secure, contain and protect. Which brings us
to our next point. Your SCRAMBLE Goggles. Tell me, how do they work? Just for the record, Doctor. - They're mixed reality goggles. Each eye is fed a video feed and an AI detects and
scrubs out 096's face from the image. - Brilliant solution to a
very complicated problem. Expensive too. It's a shame they didn't work. - What?
- Let's continue. - Tau One be advised, you're approaching the compound. - One bravo, clearing
structure line. - One alpha, nearing target. Target confirmed. - Copy, marker placed. Proceed with bagging. - Moving to you, alpha. Initiate bagging What was that? Shit! Something's wrong,
SCRAMBLE is ineffective. Fuck! Engage. - Alpha and bravo, fall back. - The entire team of MTF
Tau One was terminated. Eight of the best mobile
task force we have. - They should have worked. All my tests, they
were supposed to work. - All of this brings
us to the source of this tragedy. Open it. - What am I looking at? - I believe the
important part is still in the envelope, Doctor. - Is this?
- Yes. What was an original
photograph of 096 in the wild. - Someone photographed it? - We dated the
photograph to the 1980s. It seems the
original photographer and all of its subsequent
viewers were completely unaware of 096's presence
until our young man at the farmhouse, that is. - This has been
scratched out by hand. By who, how? - Your SCRAMBLE Goggles proved to be somewhat useful after all. - Echo Romeo Alpha One? What's wrong? - Nothing. Holy shit! Bag in place. - Copy, Echo Romeo Alpha. Move to extraction. - I found something. Big Brother, target
is triggered. - Apparently 096's
face was so small in the image, it took up
less than four pixels. - Four pixels
caused all of this? Four fucking pixels? I'm sorry. - What are you
sorry for, Doctor? - Everything. They were supposed to work. All my plans, the goggles, they were supposed
to save lives. What was the final
casualty count? - 15 civilians, 48 foundation
members, 63 deaths in total. - So, that's what
all this is about? So much death and you want
someone to pin it on, eh? Someone to punish. - Doctor, in here you will
find the clearances necessary to begin termination
trials on SCP 096. The 05 Council has
come to your side. - Do you mean, I'm allowed to kill it? - You're allowed to try. All we ask is that in
your termination attempts, you solidify the research and create a more
effective solution to our containment needs. Dr. Daniels is there
anything else you'd like to say on record? - No, no I think
that's everything. - Very well then, this concludes session five of the SCP 096 dash one
dash alpha investigation. Doctor again, my condolences
to you for the loss of your colleagues. - Oleksei, we did it. - Good work.
- He's smart, I'll give him that.
- Yeah. - Are the 05's still online?
- We're still here and Inspector Everette is right, well done Arlia. - Thank you madam. It was short of a confession,
but I believe we have enough. - It's a shame, Daniels
really is brilliant. If he were more motivated, perhaps he could have
unlocked the secrets to 096's uncanny
sensory abilities. - Easy two, he's
proven his point. - The only thing he's proven is that he is as much of a
monster as he considers us. - That's enough. Inspector Arlia, after
everything you just saw, has your hunch been confirmed? - I believe so . The way he handled
the photograph, he's definitely
familiar with it. I suspect he's been holding
onto it for a stunt like this. - But still, how could
he have warned Oleksei? His absence in the control
room was our first lead. - Outside help. Has Oleksei given
us anything new? - No, he's staying loyal. Although his initial
discrepancies are
damning enough. - Get what we can out of him. Then he's to be terminated. Quickly and quietly. Remember, he's
officially already dead. - Yes, madam. When do we inform Daniels that we know he
orchestrated the breach? - Only after he kills it.
