Regrets And Sorrows: An SCP Novel

Chapter 4: No Fighting In Conference Room A-1

Third Person Perspective:

Conference Room A-1 was situated on the bottom bases of the Site. It hosted a lot of meetings, mostly called by Dr Valerie, a middle-aged woman in her mid-30's or 40's. The room was coated black, and some light bulbs were place over the ceiling to provide enough lighting.

Constant bantering and loud guffaws rocked Conference Room A-1, as chatters were aloud, and noise was present from every corner of the room. Dr Chandler sat, two chairs away from the High Council Table, and Kyra was just behind her.

Unnoticed, Dr Valerie with a couple of tux-suited men, with some MTFs following them from behind, entered the noisy, filled room. A great silence was observed for a while, as Dr Valerie and the tuxedo men filled the last open seats, of the High Council Table. The Dr Valerie said:

"Good afternoon, gentlemen and ladies, I have called upon you, higher ranking personnel here in Conference Room A-1, as therefore a proof of the meeting, I sign this important " paper", for a recorded file of this official meeting." She looked at the desk, and read the following as stated:

"By order of several 05 Council Members, Administrators, Overseers, and Site Directors, I hereby sign this document to be an evidence at the meeting in Conference Room A-1, provided by the following undersecretaries and secretaries of several high 05 Council Members. I hereby... sign this document." Then Dr Valerie scribbled the pencil in the paper, the only sound tone heard except for the anonymous breathing, and foot tapping. Then continued:

"I hereby, open this meeting." Then claps and resounding whistles were heard all over the table, as Dr Valerie grew impatient, she snapped:

"Settle down everyone, we are not yet on the topic. Oh, and to start now on what we will be discussing, Undersecretary Horton will start, Undersecretary?" She gave a definitive look at the Undersecretary, sitting just right next to her.

"Oh, thank you, Miss Valerie." The undersecretary stood and continued: "One of our 05 Staff Members, whom I will keep his or her identity, a confidentiality, was sent an unknown package, along with some stamped letter, some were too old to be eligible, some were torn, although we got a letter which was eligible enough to read. Because of the great threat these packages posed, Mobile Task Force Alpha-4 aka The Pony Express, seized the parcels and detained them in a safehouse for a while until it was inspected to have no anomalous properties. Dr Sarah, show the the slides, please." Undersecretary Horton signalled Dr Sarah, the head in electrics, to show the next slides.

As Dr Sarah pressed the "Play" button on the greyish projector, and it began flashing the pictures in front of the researchers and personnel. Pictures flashed in front of the crowd, shots of the three unknown boxes, with the labels of "This box was manufactured by The Factory™, 100% safe, and 100% non-toxic." Then another round of chatters and whispers came from the seats. Then the undersecretary stammered:

"This box was manufactured by The Factory, one of our high priority Gols since "Operation Conveyor Belts" and "Dusk Till Down" MTF raids. Although the boxes had no unusual properties, it is still identified as an anomalous object, for it was a product by a factory that creates anomalous objects. Moving on..."
Another image slides in, and it was an image of a blueprint. In the blueprint was drawn three tetrahedron stars, all overlapping each. The first layer remained still, as the second and third imitated counterclockwise and clockwise turns, and a crudely drawn circle engulfed the three tetrahedrons. In the bottom a written word states; "The Merkaba, the hope and the destruction of the worlds." Again, whispers and late chatters were heard again around the room.

"Our Research Team, that investigated this strange figure, was research team Echo-7, and the research leader, Doctor Kyra North. Miss Kyra, may you please stand and go to the front to explain this unknown symbol?" The undersecretary stated.

"Oh, sure... Mr Horton..." The blushful Kyra stood and walked in front, a little nervous and:

"First of all, thank you for the acknowledgement, Undersecretary Horton. Second, what is about this figure, which whom it resembles a tetrahedron star. It is called a Merkaba, in which based on our research, there are two possible ways to create one. First..." She briefly stopped, and nonetheless, continued anyways: "a synthetic Merkaba, in which if activated fully to your will, you can do whatever you want, no limitations." Murmurs came and shockness from other parts of the room. Then another researcher asked the doctor:

"Dr Kyra, I have a question." The man stood, and rose his hand high, appealing for an answer.

"Yes, Dr Mendez, what is it you have to say?" The ailing Kyra asked

"How do we able to craft such power?"

"Well... our team are still researching this, although on the second box was a note called " Instructions" but it is deemed to be unreadable and ineligible for the meantime. Anyhow, shall we proceed?" All nodded seriously, except for Dr Chandler, whom was still and silent in the background, eerily smiled. Just smiled. Dr Kyra continued, relaxingly lifting her mouth, word by word, letter by letter.

"The other way to activate one, of course who wouldn't forget, a natural one. Literally coming from Mother Nature."

"So, the Merkaba... Is an energy surrounding you. Although you cannot see it, you can feel it spiritually. We our team is still researching on the ancient texts of the Lamas of Buddhism, and more sacred sites, its full potential is still unknown. Due to lack of evidences to proved this is real, it is just classified as an anomalous object until further notices..." Undersecretary Horton, exaggerated, stood and told:

"Is that everything you have to say, Miss Kyra?"

"Ah, yes... Mr Horton. I think I told what I was going to tell."

"Alright then, Dr Kyra. You may return to your seat."

"Alright, then. It is time for the voting. Do we, The Foundation, continue the research, or do we stop it to a halt, permanently. Please fill the papers in your desks and make sure it is purely your opinion." Dr Valerie proposed.

The voting of the continual operations of the research of the Merkaba began. Scribbling, checking, writing filled the room with those ambient noises. After two hours or so, the petitions were finally given for the results.

"Alright then. Director McDuffie, can you please read the results..."

"My pleasure, Doctor." Dr Valerie handed out the petitions to Director McDuffie. They waited for a  few seconds, until the results were finally calculated and announced:

"Alrighty, then. Shall we proceed?" Everyone gave a fair nod before the director announced the results.

"Continual of operations, votes twelve, Dismissal of operations, votes... ten. Minority wins."
The ones who voted cheered uproariously and clapped. Meanwhile Dr Valerie did not accepted this. She was on the opposition. And she rose up and rebelled:

"No! This must not be true, Director, did you rechecked? Please tell me it's just one of your sedated jokes."

"I have rechecked it a couple of times, Doctor. Minority wins, we cannot change it." Dr Valerie could not accept her defeat, and just sat, muttering words of hate and despair.

A fight rose from the room. Many lifted their chairs, and threw them at each other. In response, cups filled with hot coffee were thrown back, burning some faces.

"Everyone, stop this ruckus now!!! This is an uncivilized way to solve an argument..." Before Dr Valerie can finished, one of the so called directors, Director Murphy, stood and shot the doctor, instantly killing her.

BANG!!!

"Ah, crap!!! Researcher down!!!" One MTF in response shot the male director with a tazer, and he fell down, twitching unconsciously.

Chaos reigned everywhere. The MTF captains surround the room, and one knelt at the bloody pool of the dead, lifeless Dr Valerie.

"Zulu 6!!! Immediate assistance required here in Conference Room A-1!!! We got a researcher down, I repeat researcher is downed... Immediate assistance here, now!!!"

The fighting, panicking, and panting was held by a considerable amount of hours, until more Mobile Task Force units controlled the mess of the masses.