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ALERT
Currently, RPC-976 is uncontained and its whereabouts are unknown. In the event of recovery, adhere to the following containment protocols.
ALERT
Registered Phenomena Code: 976
Object Class: Alpha-Yellow
| Hazard Types:Additional Properties: |  Aggression |
 Ballistic |
 Climatological |
 Geological |
 Grouped |
 Invisibility |
 Psychotronic |
 Sapient |
 Sentient |
 Transmutation |
 Bio-Hazard |
 Contact |
 Corrosive |
 Electromagnetic Force |
 Explosive |
 Extreme Temperature |
 Radiation |
 Toxic |
 Destabilization |
 Extra-Dimensional |
 Gravitational |
 Teleportation |
 Temporal |
 Auditory |
 Emotional |
 Ideological |
 Info-Hazard |
 Memory Alteration |
 Mind-Control |
 Mind-Regression |
 Sensory |
 Visual |
 Animated |
 Aquatic |
 Ecological |
 Extra-Terrestrial |
 Immeasurable |
 Incorporeal |
 Mechanical |
 Microscopic |
 Organic |
 Regenerative |
 Titanic |
 Tychokinetic |
 Replicating |
 Newtonian |
 Ontological |
 Hallucinogen |
 High Velocity |
Containment Protocols:
RPC-976 is to be contained within a low-threat containment chamber, lined with hardwood. The chamber is to be checked for cracks and erosion on a monthly basis, and immediately repaired if found. Biweekly interviews are to be conducted with RPC-976, as the anomaly is believed to be a useful source of information regarding the anomalous practices of Leonardo Da Vinci and his accomplices.
Communication is to be achieved through connecting RPC-976 to any machine which can display information, that does not store energy, such as a typewriter. Connecting RPC-976 to any source of energy (such as batteries, generators, matchsticks, etc) and removing the anomaly from its containment without the approval of two or more Level 3 staff members is strictly forbidden. Guards are to be positioned in front of the chamber, with monthly rotations.
Objects that can harm to authority personnel when wielded by it, have a method of emitting sound and vocalization, or are directly connected to infrastructures and large machinery are forbidden from being brought anywhere near RPC-976.
Description:
RPC-976 is an anomalous metallic liquid, stored within a bamboo sphere woven like a basket. The anomaly is able to move within the sphere, and through its holes. The basket itself has not demonstrated any anomalous properties and is presumed to serve as a method of preventing RPC-976 from dispersing. RPC-976 is capable of limited locomotion by way of dragging itself using tendrils, attaching to other moving objects or by shifting its weight within the basket in order to cause it to roll.
The anomaly has shown a limited ability of controlling man-made objects, such as clothing, furniture and devices through contact. Once in contact with an inorganic object, it will “pour” itself through the item at a presumably molecular level. This allows the liquid to contract the shape of the object it is connected to, without damaging the item's structure. RPC-976 is capable of manifesting its property in metals and minerals, although materials like objects created with a mix of organic and inorganic materials are more difficultly controlled. Purely organic material cannot be controlled by RPC-976, but can be moved and touched without any hindrance.
Discovery
RPC-976 was recovered during an MST operation in the monastery of the Order of St. John the Hesychast, after the location had been compromised by the anomalies contained within. MST November-12 (“Dumpster Divers”) was mobilized to scout and map a section of the crypt, and to recover low-level and non-hostile anomalies. The operation log can be accessed below, along with the recovered research notes.
Refer to the following documents for further information.
Operation “In ‘n’ Out”
Date: 8.1.2020
Objective: Recon of area and Recovery of Anomalous items
MST: November-12 (Dumpster Divers)
Team Members: N12-Cap, N12-1, N12-2, N12-3
Foreword: November-12 was mobilized with the goal of doing recon on a lower-level part of the crypt, an area that was used to host lower-level, non-hostile and even possibly beneficial anomalies, and was instructed to take any such easily transportable anomalous items with them if possible.
[BEGIN LOG]
N12-Cap: -sting, testing. Can you hear me, team?N12-1: Loud and clear, boss.
N12-3: No issues on my side.
N12-2: [Affirmative grunt]
N12-3: Come on man, you know Comms get pissy when they don’t know what we’re saying. Use your words, like we practiced.
N12-2: [chuckles] Screw you. All clear, ready when you are.
N12-Cap: Alright, let’s go. There should be no lights down there, so turn on your goggles when you enter.
[N-12 enters the unmapped area of the crypt. 17 minutes pass without any significant events, N-12 recording all pathways they go through.]
[While approaching an intersection, N12-Cap halts the group and instructs them to move slowly and silently behind him. He approaches the intersection, and the equipment begins picking up slow, raspy breathing. N12-Cap looks around the corner and the camera picks up the source of the noise.]
[A large creature, resembling a human with an elongated, wide torso with arms stretching to the ground and short and elephantine legs, is standing approximately 15-20 meters from the intersection, its back turned.]
[N12-cap instructs the MST to follow his lead and quietly moves to the corner across. Moving last, N12-1 trips and falls down. The breathing halts. N12-1 looks at the entity, and the camera picks up its surface shifting in appearance, its torso starting to split apart vertically.]
N12-1: [quietly] Shit, shit, shi-
[N12-2 drags N12-1 behind the corner and covers his mouth. He points to an open doorway nearby, and starts moving towards it. The team follows, with slow, heavy footsteps coming from the hallway the entity was sighted.]
[The team enters the room and closes the door behind them quietly. The footsteps and breathing become closer, and are heard through the wooden door.]
[7 minutes pass with the entity not moving from its new position. After that time, footsteps are heard moving away from the door’s position.]
[One minute passes. N12-Cap slaps the back of the head of N12-1]
N12-Cap: If you do that again, I’m going to leave you for dead.
N12-1: Sorry, sorry. Won’t happen again. Captain, should we return?
[N12-2 is seen investigating the room. The location itself is relatively empty, with furniture covered by deteriorating sheets, tables covered by outdated and mostly shattered lab equipment, and a collection of cabinets on the wall opposite of the wall of the door.]
N12-Cap: It wouldn’t hurt. I don’t want to take any more chances, and I think we got enough info for HQ to be satisfied with. Let’s-
N12-2: [Taps his microphone three times]
N12-Cap: What is it, did you find something?
[The MST approach N12-2. He is looking at one of the cabinets, weapon raised towards it. The rest of the team approaches N12-2, and stops two meters from him].
N12-1: What in the…?
N12-3: Captain, can you -
N12-Cap: I can feel it. One, Three, stay here and have your weapons at the ready. Two, you’re with me.
[N12-Cap and N12-2 approach the cupboard. Positioned on the mid-level shelf, there is a simple wooden box with a metal lock. N12-Cap tries opening the box, but it is locked. The camera is not picking up any significant changes.]
N12-3: Sir, we should take this in.
N12-Cap: Good idea. Two, could you carry it?
N12-2: [Nods. He equips a holster to the box and attaches it to his belt.]
N12-Cap: Alright. Let’s move.
[The MST move towards the door. N12-Cap opens it slightly to check for movement. After a few moments, he opens it and checks the hallway. With no hostiles able to be seen, he signals the rest of the team to follow. They move out, one by one.]
[N12-1 suddenly stops due to a small rock falling from the ceiling besides him, and looks up.]
[The humanoid creature that was sighted before is stuck to the ceiling through a collection of bone-like protrusions penetrating the roof of the hallway.]
[Its torso splits apart vertically once again from the groin area to the top of the head, revealing a mouth filled with thousands of small, sharp teeth and dozens of rope-like flesh extensions expanding from the center of the mouth]
N12-1: Oh, fuck.
[The rest of the team sights the creature and begins running, shortly joined by N12-1. The anomaly releases itself from the ceiling and slams on the ground.][Before the MST is able to create any significant distance, the anomaly's tendrils stretch out and attach themselves to the ankle of N12-1, making him fall on the ground. They begin dragging him towards it.]
N12-1: CAPTAIN! HELP!
[N12-2 runs to N12-1 and slices off some of the tendrils with his knife. The tendrils let go of N12-1, but grasp the wrist of N12-2. They begin dragging him at an accelerated rate towards the entity, with more of them extending from the mouth and grasping around N12-2.]
N12-Cap: Open fire!
[N12-Cap, -1 and -3 engage the entity. Although the shots are connecting, the anomaly is showing no visible reaction to the bullets. Some of the tendrils detach from N12-2, and grasp at N12-1 again. N12-2 is dragged towards the mouth of the entity.]
N12-2: Tell my wife that she made me the happiest I've ever been.
N12-3: NO!
[N12-2 pulls the pin on his grenade and shoves it into the entity’s maw. The following explosion bursts apart the anomaly, killing it. The tendrils let go of N12-1 and fall to the ground.]
N12-3: Nikolai, you goddamn idiot! Why?!
[N12-3 runs past N12-1 and starts trying to pull N12-2 out of the entity. N12-Cap and -1 join him shortly to help. They manage to release N12-2.]
[Most of his arm is destroyed, and the side of his torso is damaged by the explosion and teeth shrapnel. The box he is carrying is also open, paper and varying trinkets spilling onto the ground.]
N12-3: Captain, we have to help him.
N12-1: Oh God, don’t die, stay with me man, stay with me.
N12-Cap: I don’t think we can. We have to -
[The MST suddenly stop conversing and looks at the box. A metallic substance is pouring out of the box towards N12-2. N12-3 approaches the box and opens it fully, revealing RPC-976 in it.]
[Slight audio and visual static begins manifesting when it is seen.]
N12-3: This is… Captain? I think it wants to help. Can you hear it?
N12-Cap: … I can hear it.
N12-1: Well what are you waiting for? Get that thing over here!
N12-Cap: I can't, it would be against the orders.
N12-1: Sir, are you crazy? The man is bleeding to death in front of you!
N12-Cap: I cannot allow anomalous interaction like that! What if something even worse happens to him?
[N12-2 groans in pain, audio and visual static immediately increases]
N12-Cap: And will you put that anomaly back in the box? The last thing we need is to get mind controlled by that-
N12-3: No.
[N12-3 walks towards the anomaly, and picks it up.]
[N12-Cap pulls out his sidearm and aims it at N12-3.]
N12-Cap: Crow. You will put that thing away, or this team will be losing another member.
N12-3: Are you even hearing yourself, Dower? Will you shoot me for attempting to help someone ?
N12-Cap: Put the ano-
N12-3: No! I am not going to let a man die because of I was not willing to act!
N12-Cap: You-
N12-3: We have the means to help him literally in my hands, and we're just not supposed to do it? To let a man who gave his life to help humanity bleed out, because it's "against protocol"?!
N12-Cap: The anomaly could-
N12-3: Sir. I will personally shoot whatever becomes of Nikolai if need be, and face every disciplinary action for it afterwards. I beg you, please don't let this man die.
[Static now almost completely overwhelms any other sounds, with the audio beginning to glitch, repeating N12-3's words]Audio glitch: - No! - let - die - act! - help - man - beg you -
[November-12 is silent for a few seconds]
N12-Cap: The higher-ups are going to be pissed if we do this.
N12-3: Fuck them, then.
[N12-3 picks up the RPC, and places it on N12-2´s chest. The metallic substance begins spreading across the damaged surface of N12-2´s attire and equipment. Clothing is seen tightening by itself around N12-2. The RPC stops moving once it has secured N12-2]
N12-1: Jesus…
N12-3: He won’t fall apart now. Let's move.
November-12 successfully retreated to the Research Camp, carrying N12-2, RPC-976 and the documents that were with it. Upon arriving, N12-2 immediately underwent surgery in the OL-Site, and survived. He was moved to Site-008 after stabilization for further medical treatment, and is on medical leave until full recovery.
RPC-976 was contained and scheduled to be moved to Site-007 alongside other Lesser Anomalous items and some Alpha-White rank anomalies. The documents that were stored with RPC-976 are able to be viewed in Addendum 976-1.
The following is a collection of notes retrieved during the above logged operation. It should be noted that a large number of these notes and their copies are presumed either missing or destroyed.
A Diary for Discoveries, by Andrigo
A collection of pages from a diary of one of the artists working with renowned renaissance inventor and artist, Leonardo DaVinci (1452-1519), dating from the time Leonardo began creating various anomalous pieces of technology and art. Should any other records of this be recovered, or their location discovered, they are to be immediately reported to Lead Researcher Hamato.
“I have to start writing my thoughts down, or else I feel I might go mad. I informed Leonardo of my notes: The man, damn him, seemed overjoyed that someone will be making additional research notes besides him. Well, if he thinks I will be attaching my name to these projects and the people that make them, he can shove these papers up his ass.
The past few weeks felt like nothing: All of these people coming and going, some of them staying, others dropping off packages and material, with a few of them talking with Leonardo and some of the other colleagues behind locked doors. I didn’t bother trying to listen in: No sound escapes the room. The mans…”
“…mentation with mercury, or whatever resembles it. The liquid, is nonetheless like a fluid metal, but it refracts light in a way I saw no material do. I am not sure how to even describe it completely: Every time I see it, it feels like it stares back.
Maybe I just need more sleep.
The whole house is teeming with activity — scientists, artists, priests and men in robes, all of them talking in between each other and passing notes. I feel as if we are slowly straying from the starting idea of creating things that benefit humanity, and now we are just testing what we can create with true, absolute freedom. Was benefiting humanity ever the actual goal? Or was it a way to lure in other people, including mys…”
“…hen I entered the room, Da Vinci was talking with a pair of the robed men (Did I ever see any of them without their hoods off?), and a few of his assistants were walking in and out of a curtained area of the room. Leonardo noticed me coming in, and shooed away the assistants as he saw out the robed ones out of the room.
He turned to me with a bright look on his face: ‘My good doctor, today is a marvelous day! We have reached a breakthrough that will change the world as we and the future generations will see it!’, he exclaimed. ‘It seems we do so every other day’, I replied snidely. He continued, not hearing my remark in his excitement: ‘But I know you are a man of action, and not words: Come, come, see for yourself at the marvels humanity is capable of creating with a little outside help.’
He led me behind the curtain, and as I laid my eyes on the creation, I am ashamed to admit that I was stunned by the sight of it. The brass contraption, sitting atop of a simple circular pedestal draped with some red cloth, was shaped as a dissected human torso. It lacked any organs besides a pair of cloth lungs, with what I assume was a simplified pharynx and larynx and the most intricately created pair of mechanical lips and tongue extending from the body.
On the ground, there was a blacksmith’s bellows, connected through a tube to the lungs. But what caught my eyes was the thing nestled inside of the chest of the torso, in the place of the heart: A basket shaped like a ball, with the same metallic liquid I saw a number of weeks ago oozing from its pores, across its surface, flowing and curling upwards through the throat and into the tongue and lips, like veins in a body.
Da Vinci, almost skipping past me, grabbed me by the hand in an attempt to coax me into getting closer to it. He put his foot down on the bellows, ready to press it and asked me, eyes almost shining with excitement in the dim laboratory: ‘Would you like to talk with it?’…”
“…een disregarding any other projects I had in mind, and I could not care less. This machine, if you can call it that, is a miracle of science: It seems as if its intelligence and awareness increases daily in response to human interaction. I have been teaching it history, psychology, philosophy, and so many other sciences, and it is showing no signs of getting overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information it is taking in. It actually asked me today what purpose it has in life (It saw its own existence as life!!!): I replied that it existed to serve humans, and to my surprise it seemed quite content with the answer.
I should probably spend some time teaching it about concepts such as souls and sapi…”
“…ervous. The test is scheduled for tomorrow. In hindsight, I wish I had been more active in the meetings, and continued voicing my concerns. The inventions seem to become more destructive in their nature, day by day. I am writing this in the dead of night, sitting next to the mercurial conscience. It seems to understand my worries and keeps quiet, leaving me to my thoughts.
Curse you, Leonardo, for being so impressionable. Curse you, and your unwillingness to see the entourage of power-hungry and fame-greedy, self-proclaimed men of science. The vehicle they created for the test is ready, its wooden, shell-like hull reminding me of a futuristic weapon of war. The inner machinery does not make much sense to me, but I think it was adapted to the… unique properties of the engine. Oh God, forgive me for what I have helped cre…”
[The remaining pages are filled with scribbles, inkblots or are just presumed to be missing. After some analysis and testing, a single excerpt was able to be recovered.]
“…ruction, so many possible innocent deaths. I cannot allow this to go any further. We are here to save human lives, not destroy them. I am not the only one who was horrified in such a manner, and we have a plan. I can only pray that we are successful in contacting The Auct…”
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Registered Phenomena Code: 976
Object Class: Gamma-Red
| Hazard Types:Additional Properties: | Aggression |
Ballistic |
Climatological |
Geological |
Grouped |
Invisibility |
Psychotronic |
Sapient |
Sentient |
Transmutation |
Bio-Hazard |
Contact |
Corrosive |
Electromagnetic Force |
Explosive |
Extreme Temperature |
Radiation |
Toxic |
Destabilization |
Extra-Dimensional |
Gravitational |
Teleportation |
Temporal |
Auditory |
Emotional |
Ideological |
Info-Hazard |
Memory Alteration |
Mind-Control |
Mind-Regression |
Sensory |
Visual |
Animated |
Aquatic |
Ecological |
Extra-Terrestrial |
Immeasurable |
Incorporeal |
Mechanical |
Microscopic |
Organic |
Regenerative |
Titanic |
Tychokinetic |
Replicating |
Newtonian |
Ontological |
Hallucinogen |
High Velocity |
Available media of the last known location of RPC-976, Seen on 20.2.2020.
Recontainment Procedures:
RPC-976 is currently in the possession of an ambiguous GoI under the moniker of the Supernatural Termination Confederacy. The anomaly is stationed in The Bulwark, a repurposed oil rig, and is connected to its infrastructure, allowing it to move across the ocean. An all-out assault on the group is impossible, due to them having a considerable number of agents implanted in the Authority and its rival organizations. A direct show of aggression will lead to a number of sabotages and attacks.
In the chance of RPC-976 coming back into the Authority’s possession, it will not be returned to neither Site-007 or Site-038. It will instead be transferred from site to site under a different designation at a biannual rate as a Beta-Red memetic anomaly that is required to stay within a sealed wooden canister. A dummy of RPC-976 it will be positioned in Site-███ with regular security, as a way to redirect STC efforts of reclamation.
Redacted Properties
RPC-976 uses an unknown form of energy: While it is finite, it does not deteriorate over time or decrease through use. This energy is “implanted” through physical contact into an object, which allows RPC-976 to control it and magnify its properties and capabilities. If it is separated from the object, it will be unable to remotely control it, but the object will be anomalously “irradiated”, exhibiting abnormal properties, examples include bullets capable of damaging usually-resistant materials and beings, small objects capable of lessening anomalous effects, and liquids that accelerate the recovery of injuries.
These effects deteriorate over time, but that varies from object to object, depending on its size and length of exposition. It is believed that RPC-976 is able to increase its pool of energy by integrating other forms of it, be they regular (eg. electrical, thermal and nuclear) or anomalous in nature.
RPC-976 has also shown sapience and limited telepathic properties. Sapient creatures are able to sense basic emotions emanating from it when in its close vicinity, and are able to understand its intentions. The anomaly is also able to communicate through audio equipment, such as speakers and earphones. It is unable to extend this property through wireless equipment. RPC-976 has a limited perception of the world around it, and relies on the guidance of anyone able to communicate with it.
The anomaly is capable of understanding concepts such as love and empathy, and has shown an aversion towards any aggressive actions directed towards humans. It is presumed that the author of the aforementioned notes is the cause of such behavior.
It should be noted that RPC-976 is not incapable of harming humans, either through direct or indirect means: It will avoid violence as a form of protection, but is willing to assault anyone who attempts to harm another sapient creature. When attacking, the anomaly will attempt to disarm and incapacitate the aggressor through available means.
Addendum 976-I
During a standard cataloging procedure, Junior Researcher Ford accidentally dropped his cellular device near RPC-976. The anomaly immediately connected to the device and began draining the battery.
Before the Junior Researcher could contact a senior colleague, RPC-976 drained the battery at a rate that short-circuited the device. Upon the battery’s depletion, the phone was recovered and examined. Data was mostly lost, but the recoverable amount had been found out to have been tampered with. This includes application and phone code, audio files and text messages.
Although the device had been connected to an isolated Authority server, staff was unable to find any evidence of anomalous or irregular activity in it. It is presumed that this is due to RPC-976 not being able to connect wirelessly through devices.
It should be important to note that upon replacing the damaged parts, researchers noted the presence of anomalous properties. The phone primarily became more durable, quicker and the battery usage was significantly reduced.
These properties later began lessening: As of the time of writing this addendum, the battery usage allows the phone to be active for almost 24 hours, compared to the original 11 and the post-contact ███ hours. The phone is currently stored as a Lesser anomalous object at Site-007.1
Addendum 976-II
On the 15th of Janaury 2020, RPC-976 was assigned to be transported from the OL-Site with additional lower-level anomalies to Site-007, mostly due to it exhibiting no signs of hostile behaviour or dangerous properties. Fifteen minutes after leaving, a concentrated EMP blast temporarily disabled the communication equipment at Site Vesuvia, forcing the team to repair it and not being able to contact the transport.
Once it came back online, comms were unable to contact the vehicle, and the GPS tracker was offline, deactivated or destroyed. Assuming the transport was attacked, available MST operatives were mobilised and a chase was initiated. Convoys were deployed on the ground and an Authority helicopter was dispatched to provide aerial support.
The van was found half an hour later, driving off the planned route towards the south of Italy. Authority vehicles gave chase. After some time it became apparent that the stolen transport was heading towards Borgata Marina, and an interception was organised. Even with prepared traffic blockage, the vehicle managed to reach the destination five minutes before Authority agents were able to catch up.
Upon the arrival of agents, a violent explosion erupted from the beach. Investigating the sound, agents discovered the destroyed vehicle and the driver, MST operative N12-3 waiting for them. A small motorboat was quickly moving seawards, away from the beach.
While ground units apprehended N12-3, the Authority helicopter followed the motorboat. The motorboat advanced until reaching the Mediterranean sea, and going to the ████████ oil rig, a construction that was presumed abandoned. Passengers boarded the rig and climbed into it. The helicopter was unable to land on the rig due to a number of armed personnel dressed in unknown military garb positioned on the surface of the rig.
After approximately twelve minutes, the personnel quickly entered the interior of the rig, and the construction began to slowly sink under the surface. After two minutes, the helicopter was unable to see any signs of the construct.
The collection of anomalies were destroyed in the van's explosion, and the rig was presumed destroyed before it was sighted a month later near the coast of Siberia. Ex-Operative N12-3 was arrested and interrogated (See Addendum 976-STC).
Addendum 976-STC
Interviewed: Ex-Operative N12-3, Maxwell Crow (M. Crow)
Interviewer: DEP-010 Senior Agent Magdalene █████ (Sr.Agt Magdalene)
Foreword: Sr.Agt Magdalene was accompanied by two armed personnel, and N12-3 was cuffed to the table.
<Begin Log>Nothing is exchanged for the first three minutes. Sr.Agt Magdalene and N12-3 watch each other.
Sr.Agt Magdalene: Why did you allow yourself to get caught?
I know your abilities. You wouldn't be in November-twelve if you didn't know to worm your way out of situations.
M. Crow: I'd have the whole Authority going after me for the rest of my life. Even for someone like me, that is bothersome.
Sr.Agt Magdalene: Who do you work for, Crow? Malthus? GEAR? Or maybe even Blue Book or the People’s Committee?
M. Crow: No one as big as that ma’am, you don't need to worry.
Sr.Agt Magdalene: Then who?
M. Crow: You'll have to forgive me for going on a tangent here, but I must.
When was the last time you saw someone die in front of you?
Sr.Agt Magdalene stays silent. M. Crow continues speaking.
M. Crow: I know mine. A year ago I saw my friend ripped apart by a wall. I saw the life leave her eyes as her torso was separated from the rest of her body.
And a few months before that I identified the body of my brother after RPC-███ escaped containment.
And even before that, I saw my captain sacrifice himself to let me and the rest of the team escape.
Sr.Agt Magdalene: What's your point?
M. Crow: My point is, ma’am, that there must be a better way of dealing with anomalies than taking them all to one place and hoping nothing bad happens. Wouldn't it be easier to save all those good people and just destroy what we find? Spare all those innocent lives?
Sr.Agt Magdalene: You know we can't do that.
M. Crow Jumps from his seat and slams his fists on the table. The armed personnel move to restrain him, but Sr.Agt Magdalene stops them.
M. Crow: Won't, ma’am, not can't. That is the key thing extinguishes so many lives.
I am not the only one who sees it like this. And I am not the only one who is from the Authority that shares such views.
You keep sacrificing good men and women to these beasts, and for what? To pat yourself on the back and call yourselves protectors of the Earth. You disgust me.
Sr.Agt Magdalene: We are protectors Crow.
M. Crow: You are power-hungry megalomaniacs. You know, [chuckles], you know, there are some of us who have a theory. Would you like to hear it, ma’am?
Some of us think that RCPA is not our parallel, but our future.
Sr.Agt Magdalene: How do you know of-
M. Crow: You’d be surprised how fast word can spread when it is not being censored.
Sr.Agt Magdalene: Enough. Unless you start giving actual information, I'll give you to someone who can get it out.
M. Crow: Choosing your words to keep a clean log, ma’am? How admirable.
But alright. I'll put it this way, and then you can do what you want with me.
In all these years of the Authority existing, there were personnel who believed there was a better way of doing this. A more humane, fairer way.
They silently collected information no one would notice missing, including some notes from the monastery our ancestors managed to acquire.
They created allegiances with like-minded individuals from other groups, some coming from those you fear so much. All of them willing to set aside their differences so they can create a better world.
A world without anomalies.
Time passed and we created research points in places our groups did not go, hiding our equipment and forces. We were not many, and still aren't, but with the ball that we just acquired… Well, It's going to help.
So, send me to your friends, ma’am. Show me how you protect humanity by taking its lives and leaving the true monsters in underground cells. Keep telling yourself you are saving the world.
The rest of us will continue our work, until we are under no threat.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: After the interview, M. Crow was subsequently transported Cell Block B of Site-009 where he still resides. Any uncovered double agents are to be immediately arrested and interrogated before being sent to Site-009.