I looked down at the white bandages covering the stumps of my legs just below the knees.

Phantom pain was surging through the missing appendages, and I thumbed the button in my palm to release another dose of pain medication.

An old man in a white lab coat and khaki trousers walked into my hospital room without knocking and sat at the table beside my bed.

His face was weathered and the deep lines of a permanent frown framed his chin.

He slipped a digital recorder from the heavy leather bag on the table

and positioned the microphone facing my direction.

Churps and the dull thrum of medical equipment punctuated the silence as he placed a clipboard

and pen neatly in front of himself.

He pushed the record button on the machine and cleared his throat.

Are you Mr. Austin Brantley of Site 24's external environmental labs?

The man asked without looking at me.

Yes, sir, I said.

I work on the physical observation team there.

Was this site a complete loss?

Thank you, he said, scribbling on the yellow legal pad, ignoring my question.

My name is Harrison Woolridge, and I work for the Foundation with the development of internal affairs.

I'm here today to discuss the breach and removal of SCP 2483 from Site 24.

Our office believes the events may have been orchestrated by sleeper agents within the Foundation,

serving a yet, unidentified

group of interest in opposition to our mission.

I would like for you to tell me about the events of the second day of August in as great

detail as you are able to.

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