Amidst his excitement over the SCP Encyclopedia's new features, Loshu was acutely aware of the vast gap between ideal and reality.
The world was big, and anomalies were plentiful—but if he couldn't leave Site-19, the number of SCPs he could encounter and contain would forever be limited to a few dozen.
He had to get out.
But how?
As a D-Class personnel, his mobility was severely restricted.
At best, he was a Foundation employee. At worst, he was just cannon fodder in a different cage.
He had no autonomy—being allowed to move freely within Site-19 was already a privilege earned through good behavior.
Then, the next day, he was summoned to the Site Director's office for the third time.
This time, both the Site Director and the bearded commander were present.
The Director looked solemn, clearly weighing something serious.
Meanwhile, the commander wore an unsettlingly warm, almost motherly smile, making Loshu's skin crawl.
The commander opened his mouth to speak, but the Director raised a hand to stop him.
"Let me handle this. You're too excitable."
The commander chuckled awkwardly and sat back on the couch.
Their cryptic behavior told Loshu this conversation was likely about yesterday's breach.
Sure enough, the Director began with the expected praise:
"Your performance yesterday was exemplary. You saved SCP-166, recovered SCP-668, and contained SCP-387."
Loshu barely reacted.
Empty compliments meant nothing—tangible rewards were what mattered.
The Director knew this too.
"Given your demonstrated talent for containment, keeping you in your current role would be a waste of potential."
At this, Loshu's eyes lit up, and the commander straightened in his seat.
The Director paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing.
"You possess extensive knowledge and exceptional negotiation skills. Jack believes your abilities would be better utilized in a Mobile Task Force."
Jack?
Loshu glanced at the commander, who nodded with that same unnerving grin.
(Jack, huh? Like Titanic Jack? Pirates of the Caribbean Jack? Or Jack the Ripper?)
Loshu internally groaned at the cliché name but kept his thoughts to himself—especially if this man was about to become his direct superior.
The Director wasn't finished. The real point came next.
"In principle, I approve your transfer to MTF Epsilon-11 ('Nine-Tailed Fox')—but there's a condition."
"I don't have the authority to alter your D-Class status."
According to Foundation protocol, death-row D-Class personnel could only be promoted with O5 Council approval—a privilege never delegated.
"So you'll join as auxiliary personnel. In the Foundation's records, you remain D-Class."
(Tch. What a scam.)
D-Class personnel got no salary—just food and shelter.
They were trying to use him for free labor.
But for the sake of expanding the SCP Encyclopedia, Loshu had to accept.
Commander Jack, at least, wasn't entirely unreasonable.
"Prove yourself under my command, and I'll petition the Council to upgrade your clearance—make you a full MTF member."
(Yeah, no thanks. Your squad looks sketchy as hell.)
Still, Loshu couldn't agree too eagerly—it'd raise suspicion.
So he made a request.
"Can I at least stop wearing this orange jumpsuit? If the MTF goes on field ops, this outfit will cause unnecessary attention."
"Done." Jack waved a hand. "I'll authorize a uniform change."
He didn't want people staring at them either.
The Nine-Tailed Fox
After leaving the office, Loshu was swept into a flurry of logistics.
First, relocating his quarters.
He'd move from the D-Class barracks to Epsilon-11's onsite barracks—still on Level-1, just a different wing.
Not that he had any belongings to move.
Next, an assistant (a sharp-eyed woman from Logistics) briefed him on the team and his new role.
"First, you should understand Epsilon-11's purpose and history—"
MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") was the Foundation's largest MTF, operating under Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"). Every major site had a detachment—Commander Jack led Site-19's unit.
Contrary to appearances, Nine-Tailed Fox wasn't purely combat-focused. It was a multi-role MTF.
Jack usually operated with just a squad of ten, but the full detachment was much larger, divided into:
Internal Security (Site-19 defense)
External Operations (off-site anomalies)
Logistics (support)
Containment Unit (specialists)
Loshu had mostly seen Internal Security in action. Now, he was assigned to the Containment Unit.
Containment specialists were engineers and technicians, not frontline fighters. They didn't carry firearms—just a wrench for self-defense (which, as a D-Class, Loshu might not even get).
(Like I need a wrench. Neck-snapping and Apathy Field say hello.)
In a pinch, he could wipe out the entire squad himself.
Finally, the assistant handed him the Foundation Standard Operating Manual: Lockdown Procedures.
All MTFs followed its 12-tier event classification. Nine-Tailed Fox handled Blue, Ultra-Blue, and Black-level anomalies—the rest were above their paygrade.
As an auxiliary member, this was all Loshu needed to know—for now.
The Next Step
Back in his new quarters, Loshu lay on his bunk, staring at the SCP Encyclopedia's title page.
Containment Specialist (Tier 1) was just the beginning.
What other milestones existed?
How did he unlock them?
And—most importantly—how soon could he leave Site-19 and access more SCPs?
He grinned.
Chaos Insurgency, if you're listening—
Come back anytime.
I'll be waiting.