Pen 22

Fuck, I need to write something here. Come on, write something!

"You found anything?"

"No, you?"

"Nothing"

They had been searching for hours now, if not days. A set of events, a pattern, anything that would at least give them a lead to follow, but nothing came up. Every event was completely random, no set time frame, no specific targets, no nothing. The only thing they knew was the fact winter was the more active season, and the specifics on how to activate SCP-3502.

Agent Partner looked up from the piles of papers he had arranged into a map of the area, with red circles corresponding to locations of Kangaroos signs, each infected with SCP-3502. Dr. Bishop swore at the computer screen and punched the table.

"Why did the file have to corrupt now?" He groaned.

Partner took a look at the screen, which displayed a mocking message of file corruption and a reference to an obscure film from the 1930s.

"You tried turning it off and on again?" Partner didn't have a single hint of sarcasm.

Bishop kept a straight face as he grit his teeth.

"Turning it off and on wouldn't change anything, corrupted files can't be recovered."

A moment of silence.

"Oh."

With no other words, the agent returned to the map and began to circle more areas, this time in a green pen, with lines connecting the red and green together.

With another fist to the table, effectively rattling the computer free of it's power cord, Bishop decided to gather files on 3502 and head over to Partner. Without looking at the doctor, Partner stood up straight and took a paper from Bishop.

"I can't read this."

No sign of emotion to be seen. Was Bishop sure this person before him was human?

"You can't read it?"

A moment of silence.

"I do not understand the sceintific words used."

Bishop mentally slapped the slow witted agent.

"Oh, uh, it's just documents of tests. No need to read them, they end the same."

The agent cocked his head.

"Do they?"

The doctor choked a bit, and then coughed.

"What? Of course they do! The vehicles get stolen by the kangaroos, nothing else!"

The agent stroked his chin for a second, and then grabbed a purple pen. He scribbled circles around the green and red, as if it was an art project. A stupidly made art project, but an art project nonetheless.

Does he just have a infinite supply of pens or something?

"Take a look at this."

The doctor looked at the map, which was covered in colours and map typography. Nothing made sense, even with the arrows connecting each other. Perhaps if he took a look at the papers again…

"It's all the information we have on SCP-3502 and it's instances. The red circles represent the locations of the signs infected with SCP-3502, the green circles represent the last signals the GPS gave before giving out, and the purple circles represent the test vehicles that were found."

Bishop still didn't understand, not until Agent Partner explained a second time, using the exact same words as before, in the exact same tone.

God give me strength.

With a long hard sigh, Bishop racked his brains for connections. If there was any connection, it would be that all the signs were around Yaraka, the literal caravan parks of the Outback. But the town had nothing in it, just 12 people who maintain its image as a defunct train station! And even then, the GPS circles were just random, either 45 kays away from the signs, or not even 100 metres from their sign.

"I found a connection."

Agent Partner's words snapped Bishop out of his thoughts. The agent took out a blue pen and scratched lines between some of the green circles, forming a polygon. And then using the corner as a math table, he wrote out a sum, and then drew a circle in the centre, crossing it for good measure.

"The cars would lead there, an outpost. We can investigate it for signs of activity, and then report to Isabel."

Bishop looked at the circles size and gasped.

"Jesus, 8 kilometres squared!? How are we gonna cover that!?"

The agent took off his sunglasses and stared into the doctor's eye.

"I own an off road vehicle."

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