Chapter 9

(A/N: I wrote this pretty late. Don't expect much.)

Lyman Shaw looked nervously at the Elevator, his stubbed metal P90 aiming towards the bowels of the beast, in a sense. He was part of the Nine-Tailed Fox, a rookie of sorts who was on his first-ever mission. Staring down the sights, he concentrated on the red dot, waiting for the elevator to open. Around him, his fellow MTF members aimed their guns, ready to pull the trigger. They knew that the other agents down below had been compromised and most likely killed by SCP-173.

The red lasers trailed upon the elevator door, flickering and blinking. There were thirty men here, all waiting for the D-Classes or any SCP's to make it up here. If they did, the orders were that they would be mercilessly cut down.

"Losers. Bunch of orange dimwits."

"Kill 'em dead. Waste of space."

"Disposable idiots."

"Heh. Trevor, wanna see who can kill more of them?"

"Sure thing man, last time I got twenty-five. Wonder if I can up it a notch~"

"Remember, we have to save the Scientists. Not just waste them D-Boys."

"Yessir~"

"Hope we get a damn pay raise for this sh*t."

At least, the D-Class. As for the Anomalies….. Cutting them down would be no easy feat.

"Ding!"

With a rumble, the heavy elevator door slid open and the MTF braced themselves. Pressure and "bracing themselves" were a big part of being in the SCP Foundation. You never knew what would happen. You never knew how you would die. You never knew what would come out of that elevator.

Nothing happened for a split second as all the Nine-Tails aimed down their sights. Then, something rolled out of the elevator. It was small and purple, walking on eight mechanized feet. Was it an SCP? The soldiers were confused. What the hell was this thing? A squid?

And then, something happened. The "squid" stared about, before looking up at the MTF. It was extremely eerie.

"Umm…. What do we do?"

"Permission to terminate?"

"May we shoot?"

"Can we retreat?"

Lyman clenched the trigger, waiting for any commands. Though this seemed extremely creepy and such, he was a loyal disciplined soldier after all. He wasn't supposed to work off his own judgment. It was up to the higher command to decide.

It was silent for a while, above, the Moon glowed dimly, bathing the area in dim white light. The Elevator was situated on a perch next to a secretive road, with a long tunnel leading out of it and into Michigan. On the surrounding roofs, MTF snipers stared down, their rifles aimed towards the "Squid" thing.

Then, one brave soldier approached the machine, with the robot looking up at him. The MTF gulped in response, pointing his pistol down at the "Squid".

"I believe we are clear…. It's probably just some random Safe or Euclid-Class, but don't get to com-" He yelled back to the rest of them before something happened.

*BAM!*

He halted in the middle of his sentence, collapsing to the ground. Where most of his chest had been, was now a giant gaping hole, exposing his burnt bones and smoldering flesh.

The rest of the MTF immediately opened fire, bullets raining down upon the "Squid" with much malice. It was wiser to shoot first and ask questions later when it came to most anomalies. Excluding a few…. More peculiar ones. But too bad for them, they had no idea what the hell was going on.

*Ratatatatatata!*

*Bang! Bang!*

The bullets shot down, whether it be from the Snipers or the ground soldiers, they all pressed their triggers, emptying their magazines within seconds. The elevator was a sea of sparks, with bullets flying constantly towards the Octopus robot.

Of course, the bullets simply scattered about, deflecting off the mechanical creature's tough exoskeleton. This was, something created by a genius after all. If it were to break so easily, then wouldn't that be such a waste?

"Confirmed anomaly! We don't know what the hell this squid thing is, but its gotta be at least Keter!"

"Code Red! F*ck."

"I need ammo! Kill the squid!"

"Need healing!"

For a few seconds, this "confirmed anomaly" just sat there, devoid of any movement. It was as if it was mocking the Nine-Tailed Fox for their display. Truly though. The screams and echoes of those terrified soldiers, as they shot at the small supposed "squid-anomaly". And it wasn't even a squid.

It was a f*cking Octopus. What a bunch of losers, really. Not knowing the difference between a squid and an octopus? Pathetic.

Then again, they are technically both Cephelapods and also marine creatures. But then again, these MTF were complete landlubbers, who probably couldn't tell the difference between algae and seaweed.

Not that many around here really went out to sea or anything anyway.

And then, the Octopus made its move, slowly waddling forwards on its eight legs, the robot's barrel glowing a subtle orange.

*Bam!*

*Bam!*

*Bam!*

The Octopus shot consecutively in less than what seemed to be a second, orange flashes shooting out and ripping through the MTF with ease. The corpses of his comrades littered the ground, their bodies filled with holes, the armor not helping in the slightest.

Lyman stepped back, his gun blazing away. As the bullets flew, and magazines emptied, he watched in horror as the "squid" tore through the soldiers in front of him. He jerked his head, flinching as the man next to him fell to the ground, a smoking hole where his brain used to be.

"Aw, sh-" Lyman cursed, and that was the last thing, he ever said.

Pretty anti-climactic.