Location:Hydra Research Complex Ω‑17Deep beneath the Austrian AlpsFormer Roman catacombs repurposed into an anomalous weapons facility
The Hydra facility wasn't subtle.
Buried nearly two kilometers underground, reinforced with stolen Wakandan alloys and crude Tesseract-based power conduits, it pulsed like a wound in reality. This wasn't a base meant to last decades—it was a base meant to win a war fast.
That was where they'd hidden it.
SCP‑914.
The moment we confirmed its signature, I authorized the raid.
No negotiations.No containment warnings.No mercy.
Commander Cody, head of my personal Red Right Hand, led the assault.
The insertion was surgical.
A phased breaching charge—part tech, part thaumaturgy—cut cleanly through forty meters of rock and reinforced steel. The moment the breach opened, Cody's voice came through the channel, calm and lethal.
"Red Right Hand, execute."
They stormed in like a storm of red and black.
Laser rifles carved through Hydra troopers before alarms could even finish screaming. Where Hydra relied on numbers and familiarity with the base, Cody's forces relied on something far deadlier: absolute coordination.
Some of his operatives moved faster than human eyes could track.Others shrugged off gunfire that would pulp a normal soldier.One tore a steel blast door off its hinges with bare hands.
Hydra fought back hard.
They had turrets. Kill-zones. Emergency bulkheads. And sheer manpower.
Firefights erupted through labs, corridors, and ritual chambers still stained with blood and chalk circles. The Red Right Hand took hits—but their armor held. Bones cracked. Internal injuries mounted.
But they kept advancing.
Hydra scientists tried to flee.
They didn't make it far.
Then they found SCP‑914.
The Clockwork stood in a cavernous chamber, partially disassembled, gears humming out of sync. Hydra had mounted external power feeds and jury-rigged a crude input conveyor.
They hadn't perfected it.
But they had used it.
Recovered logs confirmed the worst: Hydra had run conventional weapons, ammunition, and even living test subjects through SCP‑914 on Very Fine. Most results were unstable—explosions, malformed matter, screaming things that had to be put down immediately.
But not all of them failed.
Three prototype anomalous weapons were recovered intact.
That alone justified the entire raid.
Cody ordered immediate lockdown of the chamber and began securing SCP‑914 for extraction.
That was when Red Skull escaped.
A hidden elevator—ancient, pre-dating even Hydra's occupation—activated beneath the central command room. Cody spotted him just in time to fire.
The shot took Red Skull in the leg.
The scream was… satisfying.
But the elevator dropped faster than Cody could pursue.
Red Skull lived.
Barely.
The final casualty count came in minutes later.
Hydra losses:
Entire facility neutralized
Command staff dead or missing
SCP‑914 recovered intact
Foundation losses:
One operative killed
Four injured, none critically
Given the scale of the operation, it was a miracle.
Or preparation paying off.
SCP‑914 was extracted under maximum-security protocols and relocated to a new black-site before Hydra remnants could even regroup.
As Cody gave his final report, one detail lingered in everyone's mind.
Hydra hadn't had SCP‑914 for long.
Which meant one thing.
They were still searching.
And next time, they might find something even worse.