The breach between realities (SCP OC x creepypasta universe)

Mission Log: Segment Eight

*Mike's POV*
New Orleans was a pretty lively city.  Good food, good people, and best of all, nobody thought twice about us when we walked by. Turns out we had arrived right around Halloween, and by now, people were dressing up in cheap, dollar store costumes and flimsy plastic masks.  A group of kids laughed as they ran by and I stepped out of their path to avoid bumping into them. 
"There are more anomalous beings than we previously thought,"  Able said darkly as he reached into his pocket dimension.
"Easy Able."  I eased "They're just people in costumes.  Unless, on the very off chance we've got a three-foot-tall Optimus Prime in containment somewhere."
"I have always enjoyed this holiday!"  Soul exclaimed, "The Catholics were so kind to their saints, so they gave this holiday to those who didn't have one!"
"That's seriously how Halloween got started?"  Jack asked, "I always thought it had something to do with the Salem Witch Trials."
"Ah!  Another splendid display of Halloween spirit!"
"Soul, the Trials, and Halloween had nothing to do with each other,"  I explained.
"Really?  I always thought differently."
"Well, the more you know, I guess."
I chuckled softly to myself as I imagined a shooting star flying over my head until I noticed a telephone pole across the street; the entire base covered in missing person flyers.  I walked over to it and pulled down one of the flyers.  It was a kid, no older than ten according to the description. 
"How could so many people just disappear like this?"  Jane asked as she and the others gathered around the pole.
"Because they're not missing."  I scowled "They're dead."
"How can you be sure?" 
"Because this kid vanished last year.  *sighs* I think I'm gonna go visit the local precinct.  See what we're dealing with.  Jane, you're with me.  You've worked for the government, so you might have a little insight into this.  In the meantime, why don't the rest of you go talk to the families?  See if there's anything out of the ordinary.  Stay in pairs.  If my hunch is right, all of New Orleans is up shit's creek without a paddle."
We split up and went to tackle our specified assignments.  Jane looked at me for a second, then looked ahead and reminded silent.
"Something you want to ask me, Jane?"  I huffed.
"You said you had a hunch."  Jane said, "Who do you think is behind this?"
"Did you notice anything off about those flyers?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The missing people.  They were all young."
"So?"
"So, there's only one person that has a particular fondness for young people, and that's the Old Man."
"I don't mean to question the expert, but how can you be sure it's him?  Didn't you say there were hundreds of them?"
"Thousands.  And you're right.  Until we know for sure, all we have is speculation."
"Yeah.  But why go to the police?  Why don't we do our own investigation like we usually do?"
"Because he's taken the lives of children.  I can only imagine how terrified their parents are.  Besides, I've secretly always wanted to be a detective.  We've already got a prime suspect, now we just need the right evidence to prove it's him."
'Then there's the issue of The Doctor and that Telekinetic.' I added mentally.
In all my years of working for the Foundation, there had always been one constant. One Keter: Call an MTF. Two Keters: Call in Nine-Tailed Fox. Three Keters: Announce an XK. There have never been three Keters in the same place at the same time, which is why no one knows about the Foundation. What made the situation that much worse was that the Keters were some of the most infamous inmates in Foundation history.
"Hey, Mike." Jane said, tapping my shoulder "You okay?"
"Huh?"  I gasped "Oh, yeah.  I'm fine."
"Well, anyway, we're here."
I looked forward and laid eyes on the one-story station, with its faded brick walls and recently polished windows. I opened the door for Jane and walked in behind her.
"They're not just going to let us look at the case files." I whispered "Keep the guard distracted while I sneak in. If we're found, get out and meet me in the alley to the right."
"Got it," Jane whispered back.
She walked over to the officer sitting behind the desk, purposely shaking her hips to get his attention. She started chatting him up and I left for the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and gave it a subtle pull before I pulled my hood over my face and jumped into the vent. Finding the evidence room was easy, and getting in was effortless. As my feet touched the floor, I mapped out three security cameras set up in different corners of the room. Keeping my head down, I scanned the numerous cardboard boxes for one of the missing people. None of the boxes were linked to the recent disappearances, but I did find something else. A single box, with no name, no date, just sanitization lines. I opened the box and looked inside. All that was inside were files, tagged, sealed, and numbered. I pulled out a random file, labeled: No. 13, and opened it. On the first page was a picture of a person with their eyes blacked out. Regardless, I automatically recognized the person in the picture as the child from the flyer. I closed the file and looked at the front, which was stamped with the emblem of the United States Central Intelligence Agency. Everything in the file had been sanitized, except for the photographs. One looked like it had been taken inside a house, with a human-sized black stain on a wall. That image was all I needed. I closed the file and returned it to the box, then walked back to the vent. Just as I was about to jump inside, the alarm went off and the room's fluorescent white lights turned red. I didn't hesitate as I dashed through the vents and landed in the men's bathroom. The door had been forced open and I could see police officers scurrying around, most likely looking for me. I snuck past them and slipped out the door.
"What'd you find?" Jane asked from the shadows of the alleyway.
"More proof that the Old Man's behind the disappearances." I huffed.
"I'll call the others, see what they found."
While she was doing that, I looked around the city.  Knowing something as evil as the Old Man was in a place so full of life made me shudder.  Then there was the Doctor and his "patients".  Just as Jane ended the call, there was a scream; loud and filled to the brim with pure terror.  I broke into a sprint and raced to the scream's origin as my heart pounded against my chest like a drum.  Seconds felt like hours, so by the time I tracked down the scream's source, I had no idea how long I had been searching.  The screamer was a teenage girl, who was now exiting a haunted house with her friends, laughing.  I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Jane, looking at me with a concerned gaze.
"I'm fine, Jane."  I panted "What did the others say?"
"The families all said the same thing."  She replied, a hint of lingering concern in her words "They just vanished with no clues about where they went."
"Well, there's another issue.  The CIA is involved."
"The CIA?  Why?"
"Beats me.  But whatever the reason, our little trip to the station won't go unnoticed."
"Then we need to wrap this up before they catch us."
"Yep. Come on, let's find somewhere to stay."