[WP] One morning, you woke up with the ability to see true and false when written down. If it glows a golden color then it is true, but if it glows a dark color, then it is false. Out of curiosity, you go to the library and walk into the History section, and to your horror, all you see is darkness.
*****
Incognito sat in front of the Television, his mouth agape as the Breaking News report came in. He'd been on this spinning ball for over 67 years, and he had not seen anything as devastating as what he was seeing now.
According to the reporter, they had received an anonymous tipoff with credible information, in such a large volume. Videos, dates, documents, reports, names, locations of hideouts - confirming the existence of individuals among the general population who had suddenly developed supernatural abilities. It highlighted a few incidents which were alluded to unexplained circumstances and freak storms, and revelaed them to be battles between the SCP foundation, a group that was interested in the abduction and harnessing of these powers, and Justice, a group that fought to protect the rights and safety of people with the abilities.
Among the incidents highlighted was the battle between Flames and the SCP deadly duo, Meek and Mill.
That was a problem.
The whole dynamic was going to change, and right now, he needed people like Flames back at base.
Pickinf uonhis phone, he called her.
"Professor? I know. It's kinda hard to miss something like this, especially considering what it involves. The news hasn't made much mention of Justice, so I'm guessing it was someone from their end that leaked it?"
"That does not matter. You were identified there, and I'm not going to be surprised if pictures start circulating soon. Your name was also mentioned, and I think the people at Child Protection Services will remember their Flamethrower, don't you?"
"I understand. I'm on my way."
Incognito sighed. He was so close to retirement, and now it felt like he was going to be putting his powers to the ultimate test I'd he was to survive this onslaught.
*****
Flames enjoyed the quiet drive, immersing herself in her thoughts.
It was impossible that this was the job of external hackers. Someone who was in the know did this, but the question was who? Why would someone from their own camp endanger themselves by putting everyone under the spotlight?
A personal vendetta?
If so, was there anyone who had a vendetta against both the Foundation and herself?
Only two people came to mind, and they were supposed to be dead.
Or at least Meek was dead.
As the wheels in her head turned, she raced back to the base, realizing that she needed to put a call across to Harmonia as soon as she could.
*****
PointGuard sat in the chair facing the Director of the Foundation, who had a furious aura around him.masked by his smile. His eyes pierced through all the division chiefs who were seated, particularly fixed on PointGuard, who was the Chief of the division from which the current dilemma arose.
"And what is your progress with the mission of capturing Agent Mill?"
"Our best efforts and the bulk of our agents have been channeled into that operation, Sir. It is our belief that he is still within the area, and is using this release as a mere smokescreen to achieve his final goal, which we're uncertain of at the moment."
The smile grew wider and more sinister. "Mere, you said? Mere smokescreen? You never fail to amuse me, Chief PointGuard. You are responsible in a way for this situation, and now you're calling it a mere smokescreen-"
"I'm not saying that it is a minor case. I'm just saying that to Agent Mill-"
He was cut off by the sudden onset of a headache. Them, when he felt the pressure in his head increase until his arteries were bear explosion, they were released rapidly and he fell to his knees.
"It seems my absence had you forgetting your place in life and what you were supposed to do, but here's a iick reminder," the Director said, looking at the bloody, crumpled mess before him that was struggling to stand up. "I'm not to be interrupted. Let this be the first and last time that anybody will do this. If we respect ourselves, maybe we can all celebrate at the end of the day when we get this situation under wraps."
The tension in the room was palpable now, and everyone remained silent so as not to anger the 31-year-old Director, who could use his telekinetic powers to attract, repel, and squeeze objects, as he'd just done.
"This isn't something that just happened today. They've been planning it for months, maybe even years. Their escape in a blaze of glory. I'm sure Mill for a lot of money for this reveal, but then I actually believe PointGuard here. That's a distraction, and Mill is going to use it as a smokescreen to do.what he really wants to do. It is impossible to find out what it is, so you all have one instruction, find him, subdue him, capture him and send him to bagon. The unit that gets him first gets a reward.
And while there was a little bubbling discussion, the Director dismissed them.
It was time for the hunt.
