After carefully reviewing his memories of SCP-058 (Dark Heart), Luoshu stepped off his electric cart and approached the heavily guarded unit.
As Area-14's top demolition expert, Dark Heart's containment unit was permanently stationed with a Hammer Down MTF squad—faces Luoshu recognized from the barracks.
Hope this doesn't go sideways.
His goal: Befriend Dark Heart.
Plan B—forcing a containment breach—was messy:
Casualties: The Hammer Down team would die.
Nukes: The corridor had miniature warheads to collapse the unit if breached.
Speed: Dark Heart could accelerate to 90 km/h in 2 seconds—faster than fleeing humans.
(Last breach: 163 dead.)
Luoshu wasn't that selfish. If he had to breach, he'd warn the team first—then teleport out before detonation.
But first: diplomacy.
The Unit's Design
The containment chamber was 5×5×5 meters, but the entire unit spanned a square kilometer.
Layers of defense:
3m heat-resistant steel plates (replaced hourly).
10m reinforced concrete.
Outside the chamber: A massive construction site with:
4 hydraulic presses.
1 gantry crane.
12 auxiliary cranes.
D-Class worker barracks.
Maintenance required 15-minute windows while Dark Heart slept.
(Past failure: A jammed hydraulic press caused a breach. 163 fatalities.)
The Operation
At 2:15 AM, the unit roared to life.
A timer officer bellowed through a megaphone:
"15-minute countdown! Transport team, move in!"
Peterbilt 389 trucks delivered 10-ton steel plates.
6 cranes positioned them.
"10-minute countdown! Crane/press final checks!"
"5-minute countdown! D-Class, positions!"
"60 seconds! Standby!"
Then—"3... 2... 1... COMMENCE!"
The gantry crane and hydraulic presses groaned, peeling open the chamber like a tin can.
Luoshu's Move
This was his only window—the chamber had no doors or windows.
Slipping past the workers, Luoshu entered the exposed chamber.
Dark Heart itself was a fist-sized mass of pulsating tendrils, weighing hundreds of pounds.
(Yesterday's attempt to lift it failed—its density matched its destructiveness.)
Now, the real challenge:
Talk fast. Don't die.