I opened my eyes and pulled myself off the floor. The system panel was still open in front of me, displaying a list of notifications in front of me.
[Notifications
---You have contained SCP-053 and set up effective containment procedures for it. Please select an option below
Containment - 750 points per week
research and experimentation - 1500 points per week
--- you have unlocked daily missions, every day at midnight 1 mission will be issued with a 24-hour time limit, more mission slots can be unlocked, and missions and rewards are completely random.
-- Daily Mission
Walk 10 Miles (Accumulative)
Reward-100 System Points
-- You have contained your first Euclid anomaly! Future Research and Containment of Euclid Anomalies will be 10% easier and 5% faster
-- You have acquired a Hydra standard-issue Tactical Knife, weapons successfully scanned and design uploaded, upon the construction of
--You have taken your first life for the greater good (hopefully). in battle, negative emotions produced from the host killing a fellow human will be reduced. Note will not be fully suppressed, only reduced]
I sat there thinking for a moment before immediately setting 053 to containment only. it just didn't feel right to subject a three year old to expiramentation for something they couldn't control. the bonuses to Euclid research were nice, but I was worried about the decrease in bonuses from the safe class bonus as that means that Keter and Thaumiel were gunna to be even lower. I also was earning points better now as I was making over three thousand more points a month than my current upkeep costs. this meant I could have an MTF up and running soon as well as some improvements to the compound, as I was making larger strides in the world I needed to be prepared if one of the many hostile organizations took notice and found this place, we weren't exactly hidden as it was still a giant vault door in the sewer that anyone could stumble on, was exactly secure.
I finally went out into the hallway, but as I walked, i found the knife I had taken from the agent had suddenly gained a sheath and was strapped to my shoulder in the same place I had taken it from the other man. the straps were a bit uncomfortable going over my clothes. I shifted it around until I was comfortable with it, after all gear needed to be comfortable and effective.
I puked out my phone, where countless calls had been missed from everyone's favorite director, I put the phone away, he wasn't my boss and I wasn't at his beck and call.
[Due to Extreme Training Commander Jones has Leveled up and is now Level 5, due to his excessive work he has attained the perks Determined Improvement Loyalty Unending
Determined Improvment
-Jones has reached a humans physical peak but is determined to improve further, through sheer anomalous willpower the first extreme unnatural improvement has a 100% success rate and further improvements have a 50% increased chance to have no negative side effects
Loyalty Unending
-Jones has reached levels of loyalty thought to be impossible, gaining immunity to brainwashing and psychic effects that would knowingly turn him against the Foundation and their allies]
an idea struck me. "Hey system, how much would it be to establish an MTF with current members of the foundation?"
[The establishment of an MTF is free. The price of MTFs in the shop is cost for the generation of staff to be in the Mobile Task Force and the cost of new equipment fitting the Task Force. if the host promotes already existing staff members, he will only have to pay for the new equipment, reducing cost by approximately 90%
Note: MTFs can only be promoted from level 3 or higher Combat Personnel]
a small smile lit up my face, "system, establish a new Mobile Task Force code named Alpha-1 'The Red Right Hand' and promote Commander Jones to its head"
[Affirmative, Alpha-1 established, Commander Jones Promoted to Field Commander, No Specialized equipment is set for Alpha-1, cosmetic changes being implemented, please confirm changes for 1 member at 20 points]
immediately, two images appeared in my head, on one the light grey with black accents with the SCP Foundation logo adorned in various places across the uniform. the other was a much darker near black uniform with red trim, it wasn't adorned with any new equipment or weapons but instead of the Foundation logo and bright red symbol of a spear laid across an open hand stood out on the shoulder. "Confirm," I spoke with giddiness.
[Alpha-1 has been established, pre-existing name had been found in system database, bonuses have been applied based on pre-existing name. members of Alpha-1 will receive the title "Red Right Hand," granting a double stats when on a mission directly issued by the 05 council]
that's amazing, so if I named an MTF after one that existed before the Multiversal Collapse, the members of that squad would gain benefits based on the specialized jobs of the previous Task Force. A small knock was heard on the door, before in walked in Jones, dressed in his new gear he offered a salute. "Field Commander Jones of Alpha-1 reporting for duty, sir." he said stiffly. I smiled, "Until given otherwise, you are to be my Bodyguard, now get dressed, we don't want to draw that much attention." I said handing him a suit that I had bought from the system, it looked much like the suits worn by the Secret Service, but it was laced with Kevlar by the system, giving it resistance to small arms as well as two hidden holsters and a sheath for weapons, although nothing too big, on its shoulder was the same symbol as Jones uniform, marking him as a member of Alpha-1. Jones nodded as he left with it. When he came back, he simply stood in the corner without saying anything, scanning the room for possible threats as if the shadows themselves may try to leap out and take my head off.
"Come on, Jones, we're going for a walk," I said, eyeing my daily mission.
"Of course, sir, where to," he said in that same stiff voice
"To see an old and half blind friend"