BOOM!
Flames exploded violently down the hallway.
Site-17 was under attack.
Explosions weren't rare here—it was the SCP Foundation, after all—but this one felt different. Uncontrolled, wild, and spreading. Something was terribly wrong.
Site-17 wasn't just another containment facility. It housed anomalies ranging from the kind and cooperative, like SCP-105 (Iris), to the dangerously unstable, like SCP-239, a reality bender. And even a literal god. So, for the site to be in chaos? That was beyond alarming.
What puzzled everyone was how such a secure site was breached. Its security measures were known to be ironclad. So how did this containment failure happen so suddenly?
Meanwhile, on a monitor, the containment room of SCP-105 was shown being opened by an agent.
"105, wake up. We need to move you," the agent said.
James, watching the live feed, immediately knew this was a rookie mistake. Most people who worked with her called her by her real name—Iris. Psychologists said it helped keep her calm.
In the footage, Iris looked nervous but far more composed than she had been years ago. "Should I bring anything with me?"
"No time. We'll have someone get it later," the agent said, urging her into the hallway. He didn't even bother closing the containment door.
That alone told everyone: the situation was out of control.
Gunshots rang out in the distance.
The agent pulled his firearm. "Stay close."
They stepped over bodies lying in the corridor, blood soaking the floors. Two were Foundation guards—but the third was wearing an unfamiliar black uniform.
"Are these… intruders?" James muttered, stunned.
At S.H.I.E.L.D., Natasha Romanoff squinted at the screen. "Intruders? Inside a Foundation site?"
Nick Fury's face darkened. "Don't underestimate rival organizations. Groups like the Serpent's Hand, the Chaos Insurgency… even former Foundation breakaways."
Then something worse happened.
As the agent passed through a door—bang!
A bullet exploded the back of his head.
He dropped instantly, dead.
Iris froze in shock, quickly ducked into a wall groove, and held her breath. She could hear footsteps approaching... then turning away.
When it was safe, she slowly picked up the agent's fallen pistol.
Watching this, Dr. Lois frowned. "She's not authorized to hold weapons. That's against protocol."
Then he paused. "But the first rule is survival. Regulations don't matter if you're dead."
Iris moved quietly, passing opened containment cells. She avoided them all.
She didn't know what had escaped… and didn't want to find out.
Then she saw something horrifying.
A massive ogre-like figure, eight feet tall, hunched over black-clad corpses, tearing into their flesh. It had a bulbous nose, a grotesque face, and glistening teeth stained red.
He looked at her and grinned.
"Ah, my dear," he said cheerfully, in a thick accent. "Joining the party?"
The audience watching the live broadcast was stunned.
"Is that thing human?!"
"He's EATING them?!"
"What the hell is the Foundation keeping in there?!"
Iris clenched her pistol tighter but stayed calm. "Hello, Fernande."
"Shall we dine together?" the creature offered, blood dripping from his mouth.
"No thanks," she said firmly, walking past without running. Predators chased runners.
"Well then," Fernande chuckled, "maybe next time! A romantic dinner, yes?"
She suppressed a shudder.
Then, around the next corner, she saw something even stranger.
A pitch-black cow-like shape. The air around it shimmered unnaturally.
James leaned closer to the screen. "Another breach?"
Iris didn't wait to find out. She turned and ran. She'd rather deal with the gunmen. At least she knew what bullets were for.
She slipped through a door and slammed it shut behind her.
Gunfire rattled the walls.
She dove to the floor, cursed under her breath, and looked up.
Five men in black were exchanging gunfire with Foundation guards down the hallway.
The attackers were using an overturned table as cover. Their gunfire was relentless.
From where she crouched, Iris couldn't see who they were shooting at, but the Foundation's return fire was weak and sparse.
At Stark Tower, Tony watched, arms folded. "Looks like the Foundation's losing this one."
Colonel Rhodes raised an eyebrow. "These intruders are well-equipped. I want to know who they are."
"What do you think Iris will do?" Stark asked.
"Wait for backup," Rhodes guessed.
Tony shook his head. "Not a stable plan. These guys likely have a clean exit strategy. They're not amateurs."
"Maybe she can pretend to be dead?" Rhodes added.
But right then, one of the gunmen shot a corpse on the ground just to make sure.
Rhodes' expression darkened. "Forget I said that."
Stark's eyes narrowed. "Only one choice left then…"
Back in the footage—
Iris took action.
She knelt, aimed her gun, and fired at the closest gunman.
Bang! One down.
Bang! Another fell.
Bang! A third slumped.
Three bullets, three kills.
It was fast. Too fast. That's what she hated.
Then—click.
Her gun jammed.
"Damn it!" she hissed, slapping the magazine and pulling the slide.
Snap! The stuck round ejected.
She fired again—bang!—taking down a fourth man.
The fifth noticed and retaliated—almost hitting her.
Before he could line up another shot, a bullet from down the hall struck him.
Dead.
Iris gasped. Her hands shook. She felt nauseous.
"It's me!" she yelled. "SCP-105! They're all down!"
She tossed the gun forward, knelt, and placed her hands behind her head in surrender.
Classic surrender pose.
The broadcast audience exhaled.
Then, the screen darkened.
James turned to Zyn beside him. "Who saved her in the end?"
Zyn's answer shocked everyone.
"The Red Right Hand."
James blinked. "Them?"
The Red Right Hand wasn't just any squad. If Mobile Task Forces were elite, then Red Right Hand was beyond elite. They answered directly to the O5 Council.
But that raised questions.
Why would O5's personal team rescue a Safe-class anomaly like SCP-105?
Then Lois muttered something that made everything click for James:
"They follow the orders of O5-12."
O5-12… the new Overseer aligned with O5-10.
James whispered: "The Rebirth Plan."
That single phrase shook the live broadcast audience.
"Wait—are they… restarting Pandora's Box?!"
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Natasha stood up. "You're saying they're bringing back the Pandora team?"
Nick Fury crossed his arms. "That's the only explanation."
O5-10 was known to hold records of every version of Earth's timeline, including resets.
She was also the newest O5 member—and the only one still passionately trying to rebuild.
She wasn't just after doctors like Clef and Gears.
She was reactivating humanoid anomalies… and reassembling Pandora's Box.
Nick Fury frowned deeply. He remembered the Yellowstone disaster that wiped out the original Mobile Task Force.
The Foundation blamed Abel (SCP-076-2) and disbanded the entire unit.
But now?
The Rebirth Plan was real.
And it was bold.
The screen brightened again.
James stood face to face with O5-10.
"You were right," she told him. "They're all part of the Rebirth Plan now."
Everyone watching held their breath.
"No one expected that even discarded anomalies were now being recalled."
O5-10's voice turned cold. "Nine years ago, the Foundation was different. Back then, with the Bowe Commission backing us, we pursued weaponization of SCPs. Experiments were everywhere."
"Mobile Task Force Omega-7—Pandora's Box—used SCP-105 and SCP-076 on missions."
"High-ranking staff had enormous freedom. So long as results were delivered, nobody cared about regulations."
Then she looked directly at James.
"The O5 Council approved this."
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