The SCP Hunter

SCP-805

Agent Riot: H-004
-Entry Log # 38-

So the foundation has investors. That explains so much, like how they can afford all the latest technology, weaponry, and building. I know buildings are a weird thing to add to the list but the foundation has to have more than one containment site. They have more than 20 with site 19 containing the most dangerous SCPs. It's also where I take most of the SCPs I found.

Anyways, back at the topic at hand. An investor was trying to keep an SCP from us. This kind of situation only had two endings and they both end with a single bullet. The only difference is where that bullet lands.

-Flashback-

Olivia and I are both in the storage container of the truck, waiting for the right time. Why you may ask? Simple. Waiting for the twelve snipers to lower their guards. As soon as they do, they are going to regret even thinking of pointing the wrong end of a barrel at me.

Olivia: "So... umm... are we really... going to be doing this?"

She is currently sitting on the end of the bed, which I am lying on, treating my legs to the best of her ability. Yes, I can walk but when it comes to running, not so much.

Riot: "Of course. It's our job and if people are preventing that then they are going to regret it."

As usual, Olivia looks uncertain of everything. I think she is more concerned for me than the actual mission. After all, she has not even thought of mentioning a plan for the mission or starting to prepare for it. She should though cause her weapons do not look to be in the best of shape. They must be some of the MTFs armouries. They are pathetic. 

Riot: "Olivia, I think you have done all you can for my legs. You should focus more on preparing your weapons, they don't look to be in the best shape."

She looks over to the guns that look to be in a mess. Olivia then adopts a look of confusion as she stares at the guns. It leads me to think that those are not even hers or her preferred weapons. If they are not hers then what is hers?

Riot: "...What is yours then?"

Olivia: "Well, I was trained as a sharpshooter so I can make these work but I prefer this."

To my surprise, she has a custom weapon in a draw stuffed with cushioning foam. In the centre is a large, grey Barrett M82A1 with a Vortex Optics Viper HS-T 6-24×50 SFP Scope. Yes, I know my guns. It is so large that it is a full head taller than Oliver herself. How would she even be able to carry that thing? Also, how would she be able to handle the kickback of that gun? She doesn't have a big frame and I have shot these kinds of guns before. And yes, they kick like a bitch. With their 50 cal bullets that, judging by the multitude of boxes in the back of the draw, can be in customs rounds.

Riot: "Okay then, here's the plan."

The plan was really simple. Three clean, silent shots from Olivia and a causal walk for me with a bloody knife. I'm sure you got the just of it. The only things left to do were find the SCP and have a... stern conversation with Seth.

-timeskip-

One hour has passed and there is still no sign of the SCP nor any sign of Seth. Where could they be? Why is he hiding the anomaly? Questions will soon be answered when Olivia and I hear another man begging for his life. We are walking in the horse fields when the begging starts and, thanks to the lack of a moon, almost impossible to see with our matching black armour. The only thing that could give us away is the trail of blood. Oh, and of course the bodies of most of the guards.
Using the night as our cover, Olivia and I both follow the sound of pleading to a large barn. The barn looks old with peeling red paint and plants growing over it like cancer. The barn also looks relatively small compared to the ones you see nowadays.