"My head hurts, cant you just like let me sleep or something. I already gave you my report didn't I?" Last night was kind of crazy. I got a little drunk, gambled, and sold some merchandise.
After getting the information from the bar, I had went out and gambled like no tomorrow. Which had me winning 2.6 million dollars in total from my 13k budget. After that I got more drinks, talked around with some succubus and incubus. They were nice, had to beat the crap out of some of the wrath demon though.
After that I went around talking to merchant demons to sell my stuff. I sold the tobacco from 'otherworld', which I had a whole warehouse full of the stuff. I also sold alcohol that was in the library. I was going to sell more, but thought better of it for now.
The tobacco was something that had been created, grown, and whatever else by the 'workers' in the library. Their orders were to always keep the stocks full, and they did. For the alcohol it was the same thing. I didn't know this, but wizards were like nobles. They loved expensive wine, not for drinking but for the taste of it. The wine still got you drunk off your ass, but it tasted really good.
When I finally got back, I had a lot of money and contracts in most circles of hell. I honestly don't know how much money I have, I should count it later. I gave my report, went to bed. So, why are these people bugging me?
"Your report? You mean this one that reads and I quote 'did stuff. Blah, blah, blah. Some demons good, some bad. No invasion. Place bought, figure it out. Pluto be at that place with the sign figure it out. Fix fast.' End quote."
"Sounds like a good report to me. What is wrong with it?"
The man looked like he wanted to yell, but stop and took a breath. It was a few seconds later that he said.
"Max. You cant just…we need more information than this. I cant understand."
"Fine, but you guys do realize I am like 11 right? That was the best report, it was short and simple."
"THAT'S NOT!...Please, more DIRECT and CLEAR information would be fantastic."
"Fine, do you want me to rewrite it or?"
"No. We are will be going to the briefing room."
"Son of a-
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MEMBERS:
Applied Force Liaison Joseph KurtzOccultic Sciences Sr. Researcher Randall HouseHMCL Supervisor Lee ThompsonLarge-Scale Containment Specialist Yusuf AliSpecial SCP humanoid unit SCP-8937
«BEGIN LOG»
SCP-8937: Oh come on do I have to be here? Cant I go to sleep now, you guys have me running around like an overworked slave.
THOMPSON: No. If I have to be here in this stupid meeting, then you do too.
KURTZ: Both of you knock it off. This is an official recording so be professional. Now, lets continue. SCP-8937 tells us what you have found out about this situation
SCP-8937: I can tell by the look in your eyes that you DON'T want me talking about the report I sent to you. I will be nice cause this is all official.
SCP-8937: have learned that Paradise was officially bought by demons. So, however you want to tell the US government that. I have no clue. Next not all demons are bad, some of them are just here doing business. There are demons that are bad though, killing and whatnot. Second, I found out that this whole thing is due to Pluto trying to do something. Not sure what exactly, but word on the street is he is paying or atleast bring demons here. Paradise was fine, until he showed up bring more and more demons here. My guess is that he is trying to bring Paradise and Las Vegas into hell with him.
THOMPSON: Fuck that aint good.
House: Hell. You mean he as in the roman god, is trying to bring this place into literal hell.
SCP-8937: Yes, as far as I am aware. That is what I gathered.
Thompson: Great.
ALI: What MTFs can we deployed?
KURTZ: We could combine Hammer Down, Dust Devils, Holy Men, and Patriots into two provisional task forces - Kappa Twelve "High Rollers" and Omega thirty-three "Ocean's Three-hundred".
THOMPSON: Well, that is fast acting. Doesn't this usually take some time to make it all official like?
KURTZ: Apparently if we don't fix this soon, the US is gonna call in the Gocks.
HOUSE: SCP-8937, can you tell us more about these demons. Weakness? What we need to look out for?
THOMPSON: .Where did they all fucking come from?
HOUSE: Precisely
SCP-8937: I don't know. I was only given 24 hours to find out about this shit. Look demons come from hell, and they are somehow being transported here. We need to kill the bad demons to stabilize this reality. Weakness? The usual demon weakness shit should work fine.
KURTZ: Spray 'n pray works fine on demons.
HOUSE: You're gonna use live ammo in the city full of civilians. That'll end well.
KURTZ: Never said anything about bullets. Skip over here said the usual demon weakness works fine, so holy water should work fine.
HOUSE: So you're gonna arm an MTF with super soakers. I don't know if that's better or worse.
THOMPSON: Our primary mission is to reestablish normalcy — establishing containment comes second.
HOUSE: I think you're all underestimating the sheer amount of demons in that city.
KURTZ: Then we'll get more men. For now, everyone keep their pagers on for further developments.
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"Max, we need you to go with that combine task force. Help our boys getting rid of those demons. The more we can get rid of the better we can get our reality stabilized."
"I said it before, and I will say it again, you guys are a bunch of slave drivers. You know that." I could already tell this was going to be a long week. Or however long it takes to get this whole thing figured out. I couldn't even sleep or get some rest before leaving to get information, then going into a meeting, and now being deployed to fight demons.
It was 4am in the morning, that I found myself in a single transport vehicle. I spent the last few hours, not sleeping but discussing demonology with Foundation members and making holy water. The original plan was to have me with the MTF unit, but was changed due to my ability to fight demons solo. The MTF team would push their way into the Vegas Strip, and while doing so I would be pushing from the back. Our teams would meet up at the epicenter location.
Along the way I was to either banish, kill, seal or ask nicely for the demons to leave. My goal was simple, to get as many demons off earth as possible. I was also task with setting up reality anchors, that would help keep our reality from collapsing.
While all this was happening, the Foundation would be dropping holy water throughout the city. The priest assigned to making the holy water had come up with the idea. The overall idea was to and quote 'clean the place of its demonic and terrible energy'. The priest was a religious lunatic. He hated me, then loved me because I could make holy water, and then said that I was a religious symbol. I officially requested to NEVER see that man again ever in my life.
There was a buzzing in my ear, before I heard.
"Comms check. This is Patriot lead 1, how copy?"
I pressed the ear piece, and said.
"Lead 1, this is witch doctor. I read you loud and clear. Over."
"Witch doctor, be advised we are showing your ETA is 5 mikes. How copy?"
"Lead, that is correct. I will be starting operation when I am at ETA, Over."
"Witch doctor. That is a negative. Patriot needs to get their equipment ready. You are order to only start operation when given the command. How copy."
"Lead, this is witch doctor I hear you. Waiting for command, over."
"Witch doctor, Command wants to advise you. You are to maintain current equipment at all times Your path of operation has been designated. You are to not deviate from your course. Patriot will meet up with you at the MGM Grand hotel. Once contact is made you are to assist Patriot in taking Caesar's Palace."
"Lead, I thought I was to meet Patriot at Caesar's Palace?"
"Negative. Change of plans Witch Doctor."
"Roger. Lead rely to command. Am I allow full autonomy in using my abilities? I want to verify that I have a full go ahead."
"Stay by."
I couldn't believe we had a last minute change of plans. Who changes plans this fucking late in the game. My driver, poor guy just wanted to get this shit done and over with. I could tell by the way he looked at me from his rear mirror. We got through into a parking lot. The place was crawling with people and demons everywhere.
I couldn't leave until I had the go ahead, and my driver couldn't leave because he was my driver. I couldn't start a conversation with him, because I didn't know when lead would get back to me. So, there we were a grown ass man and a child sitting in a car in a parking lot. If people weren't so fucked up, they would see something wrong here. Thankfully people were fucked up and didn't bother looking inside the car.
"Witch doctor, this is lead 1. You have the go ahead for full use of your abilities. Command has stated that a total memory wipe of this event will take place after operation has been concluded. This does not mean veil breach. Keep abilities at a minimum. Keep your tracker, audio and visual recorder and communication open at all times."
"Copy that lead."
"Witch doctor you may begin operation"
"Copy."
With that I opened the car open, and made my way to the nearest demon hotspot. It was a casino, big neon color sign. Flashing lights saying 'win big here' and women with little to no clothing at the front door.
The two women at the front of the door, were confused when they saw me. One of them came up to me and asked
"Hey..hmm. Where are your parents? Are you lost?"
"Mary what are you doing."
"Look Julie I might be fu-I mean messed up but I am not doing this in front a kid. I am not doing it."
"Look mary, we both-"
"Ahem. You two should go Home, rethink your life choice. Maybe try getting out of Vegas"
They both looked at me with blank faces and walked off. Not bothering to speak or say anything to anyone. They just left.
With no one blocking my path, I continued inside the Casino. Walk right to the front desk, like I own the place. The front desk staff was just as confused, but after using voice on him he left too.
Now with access to the desk, I found what I was looking for. It was the Intercom system, for public announcements in the casino. I grabbed it, and spoke.
"All humans leave, go to your homes and sleep."
The faces of the humans throughout the casino, suddenly had blank facial expressions and left. There was no shouting, yelling or cursing from them. The humans simply got up and left. It didn't matter if they were winning, getting money or in the bathroom. They got up and left.
The place only had demons, which was my next target audience.
"Good Morning Ladies, Gentleman and others. My name is Max Carter. It has come to the attention of the human government for whom I work for that this place is being sent to the inner circle of hell. That being said, I would like to formally request that you all return to your respective homes, while the human government and myself fix this reality. Failure to do so, will lead to following; Death, Banishment, or devourment. I hope you all have a pleasant day, thank you."
"WHAT THE FUCK!"