The SCP Foundation

Chapter 129: SCP-190-DE

A small Foundation team was monitoring a food truck in the distance, with its owner currently selling kebabs to customers in a picnic spot.

The food truck itself was nothing out of the ordinary, it had a menu on the outside, and all the essentials for cooking kebabs inside. It had two back wheels, at the front were two domesticated goats tied to it, currently eating the nearby grass, and it had the sign above it reading: "Türkisches Walhalla".

As for the owner, he is a man appearing to be about forty years old, had long blonde hair, a full beard, and looked to be very tall.

"He... doesn't look like he's doing anything weird..." Drista spoke up, looking through her binoculars. "I mean, he's just selling food..."

"Looks can be deceiving, so we can't be too sure..." Riley replied. "Besides, don't you think that the food itself could be weird?"

"Uhh... no?" the tomboy answered, putting her binoculars away. "All I can see is just the guy selling food, that's it."

"Right..." the sergeant responded. "Whatever the case, we're here and we need to know what he's been doing."

"Alright..."

The two walked back to regroup with the rest of the team, currently preparing for further instructions.

"Hey, did you two find anything?" Freddie asked the two, noticing them.

"No... nothing." the tomboy shook her head. "The guy was just selling food to people, that's pretty much it."

"That doesn't sound too out of place..." the peacekeeper replied. "However, I don't think we can be too sure."

"That's what I've been saying..." the sergeant sighed, then turned to the tomboy. "See? He gets it, and you should too."

"Alright..." the tomboy understood. "So what do we do now?"

"I'll report to the captain, then she'll decide our next move." the sergeant responded. "Come on, let's move."

The two followed the sergeant towards their temporary outpost, where two vans and several Foundation agents guarding the area. To avoid suspicion, the three were currently wearing civilian clothing, and the other personnel acting as German Schutzpolizei, closing down the road.

"You two, guard the area with the rest." the sergeant commanded the two. "I don't want anyone coming here accidentally."

"Got it." the peacekeeper nodded, then turned to the tomboy. "Drista, stay close."

"Yeah, gotcha."

The two walked over to one side of the blocked off road, making sure that no ordinary civilian walked by or accidentally finds their location.

"Ma'am, we've surveyed the SCP." the sergeant said to his radio.

"Sergeant, report." the captain immediately responded. "Has anything happened yet?"

"Ma'am, we found nothing so far..." the sergeant reported. "The food truck owner was just selling food to the German populace, and nothing else was happening."

"Hmm... there has to be something about him which would make him suspicious. After all, he has goats pulling his food truck, but he hasn't been arrested by the local law yet." the captain mused. "Why don't you buy some food for examination?"

"Right, that's a good idea, ma'am..." the sergeant agreed with the plan. "Alright, we'll handle it, I'll report to you when we get some information."

"Da, go ahead..."

With that final message, the radio deactivated. The sergeant went inside one of the vans, then looked inside a cabinet near the door. He grabbed a small wallet inside, filled with varying amounts of Euros, then closed the cabinet and walked outside.