The night was eerily still. The Foundation Personnel Carriers raced to the scene of a small, rural zone in the middle of the [REDACTED] Valley. Mobile Support Wing Tau-99 had already dropped down the initial reconnaissance unit MTF-Delta-4 "The Minutemen" who had already established a wide perimeter around the small hut, the only structure located in the middle of the valley.
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A UH-60X passes overhead and and reports in to the team below:[Delta-61-4 Hawk] >> "Delta-4 be advised - we have thermal signature of the target. Inside the hut. Can't make out any other details due to the anomolous micro-ripples, returning to base for refuel, good hunting, over."
The MTF Lead "Sigurd" leading Delta-4 dismounts the personnel carrier and lowers his nods, squeezing his eyes at the small hut. He grips his foundation issue E11-SR in a steel-rigid low-ready position.
[Delta-4-1 Sigurd] >> "Understood, Hawk, over."
He approaches a squad leader kneeling by a rock with binoculars staring down at the hut. "Queen, report in for any on-field observations, what can you tell me about this thing."
Delta-4-12 Queen lowers her binos and shakes her head. "Nothing, captain. The thing is yet to move. The anomalous reading units are spitting out pure static I've never seen before. Can't make out jack." She resumes her observation, "Still yet to move from the hut. Possibly an inanimate object, but the signature almost has a humanoid shape. For now, I've got nothing."
The Lead squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. It's up to him to take the initiative or to keep observing. He mutters out his command into his radio:
[Delta-4-1 Sigurd] >> "Delta-4-5 through Delta-4-9, advance. Do not engage unless threatened, we're just trying to stir this thing. Everyone else, support, and cleared to engage if the object shows any sign of hostility. Over and out, and good luck."
It doesn't even take a second. The Minutemen are already on their spots, every single one has their rifles trained on the pathethic little hut as the cursed five squadmates descend down towards the hut with careful and calculated steps, each gripping their rifle tightly.
This is why they're professionals. And they're now coming straight at you.
SCP OBJECT: [TBD]
OBJECT CLASS:[UNASSIGNED]
ACCESS LEVEL [TBD]
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: [TBD]
DESCRIPTION: [TBD]