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"OPERATION SUNDOG" - Redwood Bureau Phenomenon #7155
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What is opened cannot always be closed.
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Agent Conroy
Beware the Redwood Bureau.
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Agent Voss
A secret organization which captures and researches creatures and objects that defy explanation. Their reckless procedures have led to countless innocent lives lost.
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Agent Conroy
I am Agent Conroy. I work for the Redwood Bureau.
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Agent Voss
But I have escaped them to leak their reports to the unsuspecting public.
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Agent Conroy
You have the right to know.
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Agent Voss
This file was among the ones we recovered from the Zenith signal intercept. One of hundreds. We're still sorting through the mess. A backlog of horrors redacted and buried. Never meant to see the light of day. But this one. It's proof, not theory. Not speculation. Concrete evidence that the United States military is not only aware of the Redwood Bureau, but has actively partnered with them. And not for oversight. Not for accountability, for collaboration. They didn't just find the Bureau. They worked side by side, conducting experiments, deploying shared containment teams, and even coordinating the suppression of American citizens when things went wrong. The Bureau wasn't operating in a vacuum. It was, and still is, a joint venture when convenient. I remember one operation in northern Montana. Blake county, to be specific. Winter of 03. The military's official sign off was on a drone flight test. But unofficially, it was the Bureau testing Project prism, an experimental perception suppression field. The idea was mask an anomaly by tricking the brain of residents within the field of effect not to register. Worked on some, but not on the Hanley family. They lived on the far edge of town, still well within the field's radius. Sometime after midnight, a 911 call was made. The transcript flagged half a dozen Bureau trigger phrases. The father described something that had walked across their property. He said it walked like a person. But wasn't. His last words before the line cut were, it's staring at us. By the time the Bureau had dispatched a suppression team, they were too late. This was long before their advanced AI system. Local responders had already reached the house it was a mess. The Hanleys, three sheriff's deputies and two EMTs were dead on the scene. Bureau personnel described their bodies as having been used to build a gateway out of flesh, bone and runes drawn in blood. They didn't even know the entity was capable of this. They had classified it as a low level, low threat phenomenon. Where it went and what that gate did was completely unknown. The Bureau and the military engaged a total lockdown. Airspace closed, communications blocked, satellite views obscured. The remaining civilians, 52 in total, were told a chemical spill had contaminated the aquifer. Anyone who refused to evacuate simply stopped being seen again. On this mission, I was in the mobile command center, watching it all. On the monitors, I saw what they did to those who didn't evacuate. How they made the entire event they had created disappear. That was the moment I knew for certain that the lives of innocent people meant nothing to the Bureau or the government. This isn't a conspiracy. It's history. The Redwood Bureau and many branches of the world's governments have shared knowledge, shared resources, shared blood. And if you think they've stopped just because some have noticed, I've got a few hundred more files I'd be happy to show you. Which brings us to this case. A contained test buried in the high desert. An energy experiment cloaked in language about national security and renewable resources. What they found, what they opened, was something far worse than unstable particles or radiation. Something that didn't just burn or contaminate, but changed reality around it. So let me ask you. What if you were afraid to leave your house? What if your front door was a barrier between the life you'd fought to control and the chaos just outside? And what if one day everything changed, but there was nothing you could do? Nowhere you could go? Would you trust your eyes? Would you trust your neighbors? Would you ever open that door again? This is Operation Sundog. And this is what happened when there was a second son.
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Dr. Jonas Feldman
In late 1996, the Redwood Bureau commenced classified joint operations with the United States Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, specifically under the Advanced Energy and Propulsion Systems Division. The purpose was the investigation and exploitation of an anomalous interdimensional energy source detected via deep space signal analysis undertaken by the Bureau's Astrophysical Anomalies Division. Initial assessments of the anomalous signal, designated as Signal AN796, revealed highly unusual properties indicative of a fixed and continuously radiating stellar type body existing beyond known spacetime. Due to the potential for unprecedented energy output, Project Sundog was conceived with the strategic aim of stabilizing and extracting continuous power from this interdimensional anomaly. Success would revolutionize energy capable capabilities across both military and civilian sectors, substantially reducing reliance on finite terrestrial resources and offering significant strategic advantage in energy resilience and military operations. The Redwood Bureau, in coordination with DARPA, established a highly classified research facility designated as Site 12C within the Nevada Test Site, a remote area specifically chosen for its isolation and minimal electromagnetic interference. Theoretical Objective the principal scientific theory underpinning Project Sundog was derived from existing research into dimensional compression fields and quantum boundary manipulation. Led by Bureau scientist Dr. Jonas Feldman and Dr. Anika Sharma, the central hypotheses posited the feasibility of opening a controlled stabilized dimensional rift corridor directly to signal an 796. This corridor would enable both observational study and active extraction of energy. Advanced quantum stabilization techniques previously tested successfully in small scale laboratory conditions, suggested viability for maintaining a micro sized rift in stable equilibrium. The resulting rift was hypothesized to function analogously to a conduit channeling energy directly from the anomaly into containment devices engineered to convert anomalous radiation into usable electromagnetic energy. The anticipated outcomes of successful experimentation included indefinite sustainable energy significantly surpassing current nuclear fusion benchmarks and the capability of providing near limitless operational power for military installations, experimental weaponry, advanced aerospace propulsion systems, and critical infrastructure.
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Journal Keeper
Journal entry 27:46 7:30am It's a good morning. Curtains open first thing. Always first thing. The light looks good today. Sharp, a little too bright maybe, but clean. I like it when it's clean. The streets are mostly empty as usual for this time. Ms. Dobson jogged past in that neon green windbreaker she always wears. Her left knee turns inward when she runs. Mr. Stanton limped out to grab his paper. Slow, careful steps, same as always. I'm glad my neighbors have routines as well. Breakfast 2 eggs, boiled exactly 7 minutes. 1 slice of toast buttered to the corners, cut diagonally. I scrubbed the counters twice after. Always twice unplugged the toaster. Anything left plugged in as a potential fire hazard. At 10:35 I saw something new. Seven vehicles rolled through the neighborhood, matte black. No logos or license plates. Feds, maybe? Maybe. Or something else. What could possibly be going on here? I don't like new things. I wanted to check if there was any news in the paper, but the paper boy threw it too far away from the door. Again. I don't like it when he does that. He always does that. I'll have to wait for Hannah to come by, and that's not until tomorrow. Talk to Hannah at 6:15pm she'll be by with my grocery drop, same time. She sounded fine. The call ran 12 minutes 42 seconds, which was 11 minutes and 12 seconds longer than needed. But Hannah likes to talk. Final sweep before bed Locks triple checked. Windows sealed. Blinds closed. Security armed. Nothing out of place. 27:47 7:30am this is not a good morning. Curtains open. Always first thing. The light is wrong. I can see the sun, but I shouldn't be able to see the sun. My front window is west facing. The sun rises in the east. It always rises in the east this time of year. I shouldn't see the sun from my window until 3:43pm and it's the wrong color. I don't like it. I had to leave my blinds closed. They should be open, but I have to leave them closed. At 9:30, I look through the peephole in my front door. People are staring at the sun. You shouldn't stare at the sun. Especially when it's wrong. Hannah showed up just before noon with my groceries. I asked her about the sun and she said, which one? I don't like jokes, but she said it's not a joke. What does this mean? How could there be two sons? She said people are acting weird, like they're getting obsessive over the second son. I don't know what it means, but it's not good. I told her to go straight home and not to leave her house unless it's an emergency. I don't think she will listen. She said she can't just blow off work at 4pm I confirmed there is, in fact, two sons. I don't like this. The new one is wrong. Everything about it is wrong. I don't want to look at it, but I feel drawn to it. I'm keeping all the curtains and blinds closed. 6:45pm the regular Sun is setting, but the other one hasn't moved. 9:45pm Our sun has completely set, but the second sun still hasn't moved. It's almost completely daylight outside. If you could consider this vapid golden glow daylight. People are still outside staring at it. I have a bad feeling about this.
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Dr. Jonas Feldman
Setup and facility overview. Site 12C was equipped with the most advanced dimensional stabilization and quantum containment technology available to date. A reinforced underground chamber designed specifically to resist spatial temporal anomalies served as the primary testing site. Surrounding the chamber, an array of quantum resonance stabilizers, units and compression ring assemblies, or CRAs, were arranged meticulously to manage and maintain the anticipated rift opening. These units operated via coordinated electromagnetic resonance fields, calibrated precisely to theoretical quantity Quantum boundary frequencies for the purpose of energy collection. Specialized anomalous energy capture cells or aeccs were integrated into the chamber design capable of converting captured quantum radiation into stable transferable electrical power. Advanced radiation shielding composed of layered tungsten alloys, lead impregnated composite materials and and quantum reflective polymer coatings ensured the safety of on site personnel and structural integrity against unpredictable anomalous radiation and dimensional flux. Initial trials on prototype systems demonstrated promising yet modest successes generating manageable power outputs that justified the future escalation to full scale testing. Rigorous safety protocols were enforced throughout every stage of testing, overseen jointly by Bureau safety officials and DARPA military observers. Initial Concerns in Project Authorization despite largely positive preliminary tests, internal documentation indicates significant concerns expressed by Senior quantum physicist Dr. Emily Tran regarding the stability of gravitational anchoring at the projected scale. Dr. Tran submitted detailed risk assessments cautioning against unforeseen quantum resonance phenomena that might destabilize containment efforts. However, these concerns were reviewed and ultimately dismissed due to intense external pressures from DARPA representatives who emphasized national security imperatives and the enormous strategic and scientific potential identified in Signal AN796. With official approval secured and deemed adequately justified by preliminary trials, Project Sundog moved forward into the full scale testing phase. Scheduled for July 15, 1998. The site was placed under stringent security measures with both Bureau and military personnel jointly managing operational oversight, observation and scientific measurement protocols in anticipation of achieving controlled first contact with the anomalous energy source. At this juncture, all technical preparations were reported as complete and verified. Contingency plans were in place for rapid emergency responses, though confidence in the comprehensive preparations remained high among the senior project leads.
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Journal Keeper
Journal entry 27:48 7:30am Second sun is still there. Have to keep the blinds closed. It's getting hotter. Five degrees up from yesterday. It shouldn't be getting hotter. The cable isn't working. No channels at all. People are still outside staring. I think some of them might have not went inside last night. Something is happening to them. They look sick. I'm getting worried. Triple checked all the doors and windows before hanging extra blankets over all windows. I only look out the window for 10 seconds at a time and only once every hour. Never directly look at the second sun. At 4:03 I started hearing a hum. Low, steady about 60 Hertz if I had to guess. Searched the house top to bottom. No appliances running. Everything is unplugged. It's not the pipes either. Whatever it is, it's coming from outside. 10:30pm More of my neighbors are standing in their yards facing the second Sun. They aren't moving or speaking. They look like statues. This is the second night of daylight. The animals are starting to act weird. They aren't staring at the sun like my neighbors, but they are behaving erratically. I saw a group of animals running down the street that consisted of several dogs, house cats, a deer and what looked like a wolf. This doesn't make sense. I don't like it when things don't make sense.
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Dr. Jonas Feldman
Initial Activation and Incident the full scale activation of Project Sundog commenced at precisely 900 hours on July 15, 1998. At first, all procedures and protocols are executed according to predetermined guidelines. With the dimensional rift corridor successfully stabilized at a subatomic scale, energy levels observed matched predictions displaying stable quantum fluctuations and indicative of successful linkage with signal AN796. However, at 09:12 hours, an unanticipated quantum resonance cascade event occurred. Subsequent analysis suggested that a previously unrecognized instability within the rift's gravitational anchoring mechanism, precisely the risk flagged by Dr. Emily Tran triggered the resonance cascade. Within moments, the dimensional aperture expanded dramatically, breaching containment barriers and overwhelming the stabilizing capabilities of the quantum resonance stabilizers and compression ring assemblies. Immediate response procedures activated automatically, but efforts to re establish containment proved ineffective as anomalous radiation and quantum flux reached critical intensity at 9:15 hours. A general evacuation of Site 12C was ordered, but several containment personnel were unable to evacuate due to rapidly escalating spatial distortions. By ten hundred hours, the dimensional rift stabilized independently into a self sustaining anomaly approximately 10 meters in diameter. Visual observations confirmed that the rift presented as a luminous entity resembling a second stationary sun in the skies above the Nevada test site. This phenomenon remained continuously visible, producing perpetual daylight conditions and emitting these intense anomalous radiations. Immediate environmental impacts were severe, manifesting rapidly in local flood flora and fauna within the initial containment perimeter. Observations indicated widespread psychological mutations and behavioral abnormalities depending on genetic markers of affected organisms. Early stages of mutation ranged from aggressive behavioral shifts in mammals to accelerated and aberrant growth patterns in vegetation and insects.
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Journal Keeper
Journal entry 2749, 7:30am still two suns. Still that awful light. Light that never softens, never creates correct shadows. I miss the dark more than I expected. Mr. Stanton was in my backyard. He looks really bad. His skin is purple and blotchy. He moved like his joints were rusted out. Bending down to touch the ground and snapping back up, looking around frantically. He wasn't wearing shoes or a shirt. I only watched him for a few seconds every hour. I'm afraid he'll see me, but he's been out there since I woke up. Hannah came by. She wasn't supposed to come by today. She knocked like normal, but her voice was wrong, slow, like she had to think about every word before she spoke. She kept smiling, big and unblinking. Asked if I wanted to go outside, Said it might be good for me to see the sun for myself. I told her no. I told her I couldn't and that she shouldn't either. She didn't argue, just kept smiling and asking again and again. I made her leave and quickly locked the door. The hum is louder now. I can feel it in the walls, in my bones. It never stop. The grass has grown overnight. It looks a dark yellow. I can't tell if that's just from the light, but it moves. Not from wind. It just moves. The flowers in Ms. Gilroy's yard are breathing. I swear they are. They rise and fall. 5:30pm More people started gathering with my neighbors. At least a dozen standing in small groups like statues, all facing the second sun. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but their mouths moved in rhythm. Chanting. I think it was chanting. The hum has changed. Now it's more like drumming. Three second intervals. Perfect rhythm. I timed it. Everything is locked, triple checked. I pushed furniture in front of the doors, nailed the windows shut. Things are getting worse out there.
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Dr. Jonas Feldman
Signal Connection Restored Response and Emergency Measures Emergency containment protocols were swiftly enacted and site 12C was declared a level 5 containment zone. Military reinforcements secured the perimeter, establishing an exclusion zone to prevent unauthorized entry or exit. Protective shielding using experimental quantum reflective barriers was rapidly deployed to mitigate radiation spread, but effectiveness proved that limited due to unprecedented quantum resonance effects. Despite rigorous containment efforts, anomalous phenomena quickly spread beyond the original containment zone, precipitating broader environmental transformations and posing significant threats to population centers. Within Nevada, interagency cooperation expanded rapidly to include fema, the cdc, and the National Guard, all now actively engaged in response, management and civilian evacuation, casualties and missing personnel. Preliminary reports indicate 15 confirmed fatalities and an additional 23 individuals reported missing or presumed lost during the initial containment breach. Emergency response teams protected by experimental quantum stabilization suits recovered limited data from the inner containment chamber before radiation levels became insurmountable. Current Status and Immediate Concerns as of this filing on July 14, 1998, containment stabilization efforts remain ongoing, with the anomaly exhibiting no sign of diminishing in strength or stability. Further anomalous manifestations continue at unpredictable intervals, exacerbating containment challenges and necessitating constant reassessment of response strategies. An emergency Interdepartmental Task Force has been established under direct oversight of Bureau Director Reynolds to evaluate potential methods for closing or neutralizing the dimensional anomaly. Current scientific consensus is uncertain, but regarding the feasibility of A direct shutdown. Due to the anomaly's self sustaining nature and the unprecedented quantum resonance dynamics at play. The Redwood Bureau, in collaboration with DARPA and the affiliated governmental agencies, remains committed to addressing this crisis. However, immediate projections indicate significant risks to regional stability, civilian safety and national security should containment efforts fail. All available resources and expert personnel continue to be directed toward mitigation and research efforts to avert catastrophic escalation. Rapid escalation within the following 168 hours after the initial containment breach, the situation surrounding site 12C escalated dramatically. Anomalous effects and intensified exponentially, radiating outward at an alarming rate and severely compromising the integrity of the initial containment perimeter. Aerial reconnaissance and ground assessments indicated widespread transformation of regional ecosystems and human populations, demonstrating increasingly unpredictable and aggressive mutations at an increasing range from the site. Local wildlife and vegetation exhibited unpredictable, unprecedented morphological changes, often manifesting as grotesquely oversized or structurally altered organisms with markedly aggressive behaviors. Human subjects exposed to anomalous radiation underwent severe psychological and physiological mutations leading to violent outbursts, loss of cognitive function, and extensive physical deformities. Civilian populations within the surrounding areas began experiencing mass hysteria, panicked evacuations and numerous casualties due to uncontrolled exposure.
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Journal Keeper
Journal entry 2750. Time doesn't matter anymore. The light never goes away. Morning, noon, night, it doesn't matter. It's all the same. Golden hell. Even behind my closed blinds and curtains and blankets and furniture, it finds a way in. Casting shadows and creeping along the floor. Something's shifted. The neighbors are walking strange now, like puppets with strings tugging from different angles. Their voices sound like animals. The plants are growing by the hour. Vines are crawling up fences that were bare yesterday. Branches twitching when no one's near. Some leaves look like they're bleeding. Hannah is in my yard. She's just standing there, staring at the second sun, still as a statue. But her arms, they look too long. What do I do? I need to watch her. To see if it's still her. All TV stations are static. Radio too. Every frequency. It's like we've been cut off on purpose. I keep thinking about those unmarked cars. They have something to do with this. I know they do. Someone was trying to open my door. Jiggling the handle hard. I didn't look. I was too afraid. I think it was Hannah. But she didn't say anything. I don't think she's herself anymore. I don't think anyone is. I'm not opening the door.
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Dr. Jonas Feldman
Military Pressure and Bureau response as containment rapidly deteriorated, intense pressure mounted from military and government leadership to resolve the crisis swiftly. Communication from the highest levels of command underscored the dire national security implications and urgent necessity for decisive action. The US Military mobilized significant forces, including infantry, armored divisions and airborne units around an expanded exclusion zone, deploying defensive and containment fortifications. Internally, the Redwood Bureau urgently intensified research and development efforts to identify potential countermeasures. Interagency cooperation peaked with DARPA accelerating previously theoretical quantum protection technologies and rapidly prototyping defensive equipment designed to shield personnel from anomalous radiation. Development and deployment of protective measures under extreme urgency. Bureau of scientists, led by Dr. Feldman and Dr. Sharma developed an experimental quantum stabilization suit dubbed Quantum Barrier Suits, intended to shield operators from the harmful effects of prolonged exposure. Initial field tests under controlled conditions showed limited but sufficient effectiveness, leading to immediate deployment of prototype suits to frontline military and containment units.
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Journal Keeper
Journal entry 2751. I can't sleep. Every time I drift off, the drumming starts. Low. Deep. Steady. Like something is trying to trick its way into my head. Something bigger than everything. And the voices. I don't know how many. Too many. They don't talk in words, just sounds. The light is exactly the same. Bright, heavy. I don't think it's sunlight anymore. It feels like being watched. More people today. They're gathering in the street, all facing the second sun. Their hands move in perfect sync, like they were conducting an orchestra. I can hear them now. The sound penetrates everything they're chanting. It isn't words. It's. I don't know. Ideas, maybe. Hannah's outside my door again. She knocked once, softly. I didn't answer. She's asking me to come out. Said it would only hurt for a little while. She won't go away. She just repeats herself over and over. I told her no. I said it loud. I can still hear her on the other side of the door, breathing heavy. A few hours later and they're here. All of them lined up around the house. Just standing, staring. I counted 13 before I had to step away. Their mouths were open, not making a sound. The vines are reaching inside. Slipping through the vents, the cracks under the walls. One reached in through the bathroom fan. I barricaded the bathroom door from the outside, but that isn't going to stop it. I can't keep this up.
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Dr. Jonas Feldman
Full scale offensive operation facing increasing loss of containment, military leadership supported by Bureau strategic planners authorized Operation Blinding Light, a comprehensive assault designed to neutralize all anomalous life forms and reclaim control over the compromised territories. Equipped with QBS gear, military forces commenced systematic operations to eradicate mutated flora, fauna and hostile transformed individuals within the exclusion Zone. Zone. Heavy artillery, aerial bombardments, and infantry engagements occurred continuously, causing extensive collateral damage, but proving effective in significantly reducing anomalous threats.
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Journal Keeper
Journal entry 2752. They're in. I can hear them moving. Creaking floors rustling. Limbs whispering. I've sealed myself in the pantry. Food. Water. One light. No windows. Just enough room to sit. They're everywhere now. I don't think they're searching. I think they're waiting. I've been writing to stay focus, but I'm losing time. Sometimes the drumming stops and I think hours pass in seconds. Other times I blink and the light shifts like it's crawling its way in. I see things in the reflections, in the grains of the wood. Shapes that move if I look away. At one point, I thought I heard my mother's voice. She died four years ago. I almost opened the door. Hannah is on the other side of the door now, Right outside. Her voice came through the walls like she's in here with me. She said you don't have to be afraid anymore. You just have to see. She stopped knocking. She's just waiting. The door found Frame cracked. I've wedged the broom handle under it. But they're strong. I know they can come in anytime they want. But I think they want me to give up. Hannah wants me to go outside and see the sun. I can't. But I won't have a choice. The door is breaking. I don't have much longer before.
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Dr. Jonas Feldman
Scientific countermeasures and rift implosion efforts simultaneously. Bureau scientists work tirelessly under severe pressure to formulate a method for imploding or neutralizing the dimensional rift. The leading strategy involved creating a quantum resonance inversion event, using the technology already in place to collapse the dimensional corridor upon itself. Intensive theoretical modeling guided the rapid development of a containment implosion device, the quantum Resonance Implosion Device, or Q. As Operation Blinding Light achieved incremental success in reclaiming territory and keeping the exclusion zone from spreading, Preparations for deploying the QRID entered final stages. Personnel worked under extreme conditions, frequently engaging directly with anomalous threats as the rift continued to exhibit unpredictable expansions and quantum resonance spikes. Ongoing crisis management as of this filing, efforts to fully reclaim, control and close the dimensional anomaly remain active and ongoing. The Bureau, in coordination with military and governmental entities, continues aggressive containment operations and scientific intervention, recognizing the profound implications and escalating threats posed by continued dimensional instability.
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Agent Voss
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Agent Conroy
1998 Redwood Bureau Containment Facility Site 12C we cross the perimeter into the affected zone precisely at 0600 hours. My squad consisted of seven Bureau operatives, myself included, and 12 specialized military infantrymen from the Joint Task Force Division. We had been briefed extensively about the anomaly, officially termed the Rift sun, and the inescapable dangers posed by direct exposure to its energy emissions. Research conducted by Bureau scientists indicated that prolonged or direct exposure to the Rift Sun's radiation would result in unpredictable genetic mutations, severe psychological disturbances, and eventual loss of cognitive and physical control. The suits, provided to us, referred to as Rift Shield exoskeletons, were the product of hurried collaboration between Bureau and military scientists. Each suit integrated advanced quantum reflective polymers and reinforced layers of tungsten lead composites specifically engineered to block or severely mitigate the anomalous radiation emitted by the rifts. On the helmets were outfitted with polarized visors, bio monitoring systems, and limited oxygen filtration capabilities. Despite reassurances, it was made explicitly clear during pre op briefing that total protection was uncertain and the integrity of these suits had never been tested in a prolonged large scale operation. The exclusion zone immediately put us on edge. Once inside, sunlight from the Rift sun cast everything in an unnatural golden Haze harsh and almost threatening, as if the air itself was carrying something wrong. Shadows bent at impossible angles, stretching bizarrely in multiple directions simultaneously. The terrain was radically altered from satellite reconnaissance conducted just two days prior to grass appeared as brittle golden spikes and trees were either melting or thriving in twisted, unnatural growths. We hadn't been inside for 10 minutes before we encountered our first anomaly. A mutated deer like creature emerged from a thicket of trees. This flesh was entirely missing, leaving exposed quivering muscles beneath. Its antlers split and branched into intricate fractal patterns. Upon detecting us, it charged. Its run was a series of jerking, convulsing movements rather than a natural gait. Military personnel engaged first. We waited to see how the creature reacted. Small arms fire was effective and fatal after just a few seconds. But after collapsing, the creature's muscles continued twitching and spasming. Even after one of the operatives put two rounds into its head, it continued writhing. Communications immediately started showing interference. As we proceeded further into the zone, radio chatter became intermittent and the interference was accompanied by persistent humming that seemed to originate from inside our helmets. We noted that certain squad members appeared visibly distressed by this miniscule vibration, a phenomenon we would soon learn was symptomatic of early stage exposure. As we moved towards the primary target area, deeper in the zone, the locality became progressively stranger. Large patches of earth appeared scorched, yet were covered in reflective crystals spouting from the soil, shimmering eerily under the rift sun's light. Military personnel seemed increasingly uneasy, many of them compulsively checking their suits and gauges. It was clear from the glances exchanged among them that confidence in the protection protective gear was non existent. Ahead, we saw a partially collapsed barn like structure marked as Checkpoint Delta on our maps. We cautiously approached, the bizarre humming in our helmets intensifying. Despite my years of strict training, I could sense my pulse quickening. And for good reason. Nothing could have fully prepared us for what we found there. Checkpoint Delta appeared ancient, despite satellite records confirming its relatively recent construction. Its wooden beams and walls were warped, twisted and splintered, almost as though immense pressure had been pressing down on it. Several areas glowed softly from within, castling, unsettling red orange hues through the cracks and broken windows. We approached cautiously, rifles trained and scanning diligently for movement. Before we could investigate, we were met with hostile resistance. Three humanoid figures emerged from the dilapidated structure. They bore only passing resemblance to humans. Their skin was fused and hardened into ashy gray, segmented bark like armor. Their arms were long and ended in two sharp fingers. Knees bent in the opposite direction. A Strange bioluminescent green glow emanated from their eyes. Bright enough to penetrate the light of both suns and visible clearly through our visors. Obliteration protocol dictated immediate engagement. Military personnel opened fire. Standard issued automatic rifles delivering precise bursts. The bullets impacted these creatures with immediate, albeit horrific, effectiveness. Chunks of the bark, like flesh, splintered away with every strike, revealing pulsating exposed organs beneath. Despite their obvious wounds, these beings continued forward in an unsettling mechanical advance, seemingly impervious to pain or fear. As the military members reloaded, we laid down accurate fire, targeting the exposed organs. It didn't take half a magazine to put them down. But as soon as the humanoid creatures fell, a piercing howl echoed from inside the structure, resonating painfully within our helmets. Multiple forms spilled out rapidly, a chaotic and disorganized wave of altered organisms. Mutated canids, their fur burned away and replaced with bristling metallic spikes, bounded aggressively towards us. Large avian creatures followed from the trees, wings made up of translucent vibrating membranes that created disorienting sonic pulses. The ensuing firefight was frantic and brutal. Our team quickly adapted, effectively maintaining concentration and using controlled bursts to down the nearest creature swiftly. However, each unit exhibited uniquely challenging adaptations. Some released noxious caustic gases upon death, requiring rapid repositioning to avoid complete suit degradation. Others exploded into clusters of crystalline fragments, sending razor sharp shards ricocheting violently in every direction. Amid the chaos, one military soldier was covered in an acidic explosion from a slain creature. Within seconds, his suit and then his armor, and then his flesh was hissing and melting. His screams reached us, distorted by his damaged helmet's failing communication unit, but echoed clearly throughout our own helmets. There was nothing medical support could do for him. One of his squad members ended his suffering and collected his dog tags. Checkpoint Delta, temporarily secure but significantly compromised, was briefly evaluated. Inside, the reality distortion was extreme, with objects melting into each other, fused by some unseen force. Bones of humans and animals were merged into grotesque piles. Anomalous plant growth aggressively claimed corners and walls, leaves shivering like the rattle of a diamondback. After securing and marking Delta as unusable, we regrouped and prepared for the next phase of the mission. Aware now that the risk level of this operation was far beyond initial projections, we pressed onward toward the primary rift location designated Zone Alpha. With our numbers slightly reduced and more al visibly strained, Communication channels were briefly filled with strained breathing and whispered reassurances, attempts to steady nerves. Shaken by the strange reality we faced. The closer we got to Zone Alpha, the more dramatic the environmental changes became. The sky overhead glowed a Relentless pale gold, casting distorted shadows that twisted erratically, stretching and contracting in ways that defied the laws of refraction. Vegetation in this area was more aggressively altered. Trees bent and twisted into spirals, leaves replaced with sharp metallic looking protrusions that vibrated and emitted a bizarre hum. The wildlife became progressively more grotesque and aggressive. We encountered towering spider legged abominations that leapt effortlessly overhead. Birds flew erratically above, trailing viscous fluids as they dropped sticky clumps and buzzed incessantly. Whenever one of these things noticed us, it would rush forward, intent on killing us, I imagine. Ammunition reserves dwindled rapidly under sustained fire, and the relentless nature of the seemingly endless threats left little room for rest or regrouping. As we approached the outer perimeter of Zone Alpha, we We encountered severe electromagnetic interference, disrupting our radio communications and impairing electronic systems completely. Our suits, thankfully resilient, maintained function. But the uncertainty and frustration of disruptive coordination added to the mounting psychological pressure. Then we reached the outer barricades, previously erected at the first stage of testing. But they were now corroded and barely recognizable. Here we faced the fiercest resistance yet. A wave of mutated organisms emerged en masse, unified in a disturbingly coordinated assault. At the forefront were enormous humanoid creatures. Muscles grotesquely expanded, encased in thick leathery skin that seemed to reduce penetration of small arms fire. A few of the soldiers were carrying high caliber rifles, and we had to rely heavily on them to dispatch these monstrosities with well placed shots to the eye and nose region. The fighting intensified quickly. Personnel fell at a distressing rate. Some killed instantly by claws, acid or sheer brute force. Suit breaches became a secondary concern. A slow burning fuse rather than an immediate death sentence. The transformations wouldn't happen on the battlefield. They'd start small, bruising, tremors, lesions forming days later. But from the debriefing, we all knew what it meant. A breach suit was a delayed execution. You might last a week, maybe two, maybe a month, before the rift's corruption wormed its way through you. As we fought for our lives, you could see that looming inevitability wearing on them. The ones who knew their fates had been sealed. They fought harder, faster, like they were already dead, trying to take a few more of the enemy with them. Before the end, one lost hope altogether. A private sat down mid patrol and pulled off his helmet and just stared at the Rift. Soon our unit was pinned by a large multi limbed creature, armored in overlapping plates of bolt bone, dripping with acidic secretions that hissed through the ground. It moved like an arachnid but with the weight and power of a rhino. We hit it with everything. Explosives, incendiary grenades, concentrated rifle fire. By the time we finally took it down, it had already torn through and smashed four more of our men. Even the terrain seemed alive. Roots snaked out from beneath our feet, tingling boots, wrenching ankles pulling people down. Trees shifted position, trunks swelling with tumors that burst open to spray spores into the air. Hours passed like years. The sun above never moved, the sky a static sheet of burning gold. We were cooking in our suits, dehydrated, bloodied. Every breath felt labored, like we were breathing through cloth soaked in copper. Then, finally, a lull. We regrouped in a small clearing. Those of us who remained. Ammo was low. Our camo packs were empty or nearing it. Taking off your suit for any reason, be it eating, relieving yourself, or treating an injury, was out of the question. We took stock, reloaded what we could, and stared ahead. Zone Alpha loomed just past the tree line, a clearing bathed in the Rift's light, pulsing with rhythm, like a heartbeat, A sound we couldn't hear but could feel, like pressure behind the eyes. We were all thinking the same thing. This was the end. One way or another, it ended there. Crossing into Zone Alpha was stepping beyond the edge of reality itself. The world within the Rift's immediate influence was a nightmare made manifest, defying physics, biology, and all known understanding of natural law. The air felt thick and syrupy, tinged with the scent of iron, mildew, and something farfaller. Organic riot blended with an almost chemical odor. The terrain had shifted from twisted forest to something more alien. Chunks of buildings and trailers surrounding the experiment site were half sunken into the warped earth. Metal and wood fused into impossible geometry. Trees pulsed like organs, bark splitting open to reveal red, wet interiors that seemed to watch us with clusters of embryonic eyes. The first of the horrors met us near the overturned Humvee. It dropped from somewhere above. Once a man, perhaps a soldier or a scientist, its torso had expanded absurdly. Skin stretched until it was translucent, revealing a lattice of veins pulsing with orange fluid. It no longer had legs. In their place, a mass of muscle strands propelled it forward in jerky hops. Its head split vertically quickly before mandibles flaring outward. A scream that sounded more like radio static erupting from within. We opened fire immediately, and though it fell quickly, its blood writhed on the ground towards us, teeming with some sort of larvae. They squirmed and popped as we tried and failed to avoid stepping on them, unleashing a swarm of small insects that buzzed with a sound that resembled whispers. One agent panicked, flailing and screaming, demanding to know who was speaking inside his head. I think some got into a breach in a suit. We had to sedate him. Another abomination emerged almost immediately from the tree line. A bloated, frog like creature, its flesh rippling in a dozen directions at once. Spikes, bones, or hardened flesh, it was unclear. Protruded from his back, and his mouth was a wide circular ring filled with teeth that seemed to rotate like a meat grinder. It made a continuous gurgling moan. It moved erratically, hopping and charging on powerful legs and white zigzags that made aiming nearly impossible. It bit down on an agent, tilting his head up and shredding him like he was in a wood chipper before we managed to drop it with continuous rifle fire and one of our few remaining grenades. Communication wasn't possible here. Signals were drowned out by interference that resembled voices. Crying. Sometimes even our own words, repeated back at us with distorted inflection. The rift was within sight now. No longer just a tear in the sky, but a luminous vortex of oscillating geometry. Shapes that did not belong to this world, moving with an unknown purpose. We knew there would be no reinforcements. We were tasked with halting this anomaly before it caused more damage. And yet, standing before the swirling core of impossible light in motion, every instinct screamed to run. We didn't. We pushed forward. There was no coordination left, no direction or intel from command. There were. The remaining men I trained with and fought alongside for years were either dead, lost, or descending into complete madness. What remained of our original team was less than half. Our suit's electrical functions began to fail intermittently. While this alone shouldn't have compromised the suit's integrity, the rift's effects were compounding on us. The military lieutenant beside me began to scream that something was inside the light. These shot at nothing and ran directly into a knot of pulsing thick roots. They wrapped around him, pulling into several pieces before dragging him beneath the earth. Couldn't even retrieve his dog tags. We continued on a short distance to the Rift itself. It wasn't just a hole in the sky. It had substance, texture. It was 3D in a way that felt like it was reaching into me. Fractal edges constantly shifting colors that my brain couldn't process. A low frequency hum shook through our bones, bypassing our suit's protection and vibrating directly into the nerves. Static built in our headset until it was just this endless hiss that was voices and screaming and everything you could imagine. By the time I was aware. Creatures lined the perimeter of the clearing, watching. All of them frozen. Like some primordial instinct held them back from approaching the rift. It didn't seem like they feared it. More like they revered it. Like worshippers before a God. Someone screamed that they were going to delineate the Qrid. He raised the detonator high. But before he could press it, something reached from the rift and grabbed him. It was not fast or violent. It was like it had frozen time, leaving only itself with the ability to move. One moment he was standing, the next he was suspended in the air, unraveling limbs, flesh, bones peeling away in neat spirals like pre cut paper soaked in water and pulled apart by invisible hands. There was no screaming. Just that humming and the sounds of his body coming apart. His gun and gear fell to the ground ground with dull thuds. We opened fire, throwing everything we had into the rift and into the horde. As they rushed us, the area shimmered in the sickly golden light and muzzle flashes, casting shifting shadows that were punctuated in blood mist. Cries of agony filled my helmet. I watched my brothers get dragged into wars of abominations. Heard their dying screams as their suits were torn off and bodies ripped apart. One of my team detonated a satral charge on his own position, creating a ring of charge destruction. I looked over to my right and saw Johnson. He had been infected by something. His arm had swelled five times its normal size. I saw it burst and something serpentine came out of it, coiled up his body and pierced his visor from the inside. Kept firing until he fell. Then a creature stitched together from at least a few dozen bodies fused into a wheel of flesh, rolling across the clearing with inhuman speed, flinging itself at our ranks. It crushed anything in its path and seemed to absorb mass as it killed a few creatures and one of the soldiers. I remember something hitting me hard from behind. I was sent flying, rolling to a stop with pain erupting all over my body. I knew immediately I had broken several bones. Every breath came with a wave of agony. Ahead I saw a detonator. I crawled forward slowly. Only my right arm was working. I grunted through the pain of every bump and rock passing into my chest. Several of my ribs were broken at least, but a cough, what with blood, told me that it was probably worse than that. After what felt like an eternity, my hand gripped the small device and instantly I felt the attention of something profound. It was ancient and terrifying. My body went limp as its thoughts and knees flowed into me, becoming my own. I was weightless, rising into the pale gold. The only thing that broke this connection, as it took me over, Was the pain in my broken body as I was jostled in the air. I squeezed, and the area surrounding the rift Exploded in fire and debris and the ground with a fresh new wave of hell and gave myself over to the encroaching dark. When I came to him, I was being pulled from a large crater by a recovery team. A different squad wearing heavier shielding. They had been sent to extract survivors and contain the site. There weren't many to recover. We had sewed the rift, or so the bureau claims. But as I was carted away, I swear I saw a golden shimmer in the air, Like a single strand of gilded hair shimmering in the light. The ground still hums there. I could feel it under the layers of concrete they were pouring in the area. Something is still alive beneath that sight. I'm telling you, we need to nuke that whole area. I can still feel the heat when I close my eyes. That connection hasn't completely died. Something is on our side, keeping it alive. When I close my eyes, I can still see colors and shapes I don't have names for working their way in, Replacing what is normal, what is right.
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Agent Voss
There are pieces of this story you didn't hear in the field report. Details buried deeper than the rift itself. The operation itself was named by director Reynolds after his favorite dog that loved to lay in the sun until it would get burnt. A rather innocuous beginning to something that would go horribly wrong. Operation sundog wasn't just a failed experiment. It was a mistake layered atop arrogance buried underneath desperation for control over forces they didn't understand. Following the advance team's shutdown of the rift, the bureau enacted protocol blackroot. That's not speculation. We have the internal communications. Scorched earth, full asset denial. Everything within the quarantine zone, Fauna, flora, civilians. Was reduced to ash. Any organic material within 20 miles of the rift was marked for eradication. They didn't even bother with the. With an official story, it was easier to erase every trace. You will never get it through a foia request because it doesn't exist anymore. They didn't rebuild. They paved over it. And that concrete dome the agent mentioned, that's real? Buried under 12ft of cement and lies. He wasn't the only one who felt it humming beneath the soil. Seventeen years later, seismic sensors registered micro tremors centered precisely on the rift site. No tectonic activity in the region. No mining, no construction. Just pulses. Rhythmic, timed. Something is still down there. It Seems they couldn't fully shut it down and just simply left it. And while the Bureau may have sealed off the rift, they didn't stop digging elsewhere. Recent intel confirms that Bureau operatives have begun moving in on the lost facility below Lumpkins. The surrounding area has been cordoned off under a multi mile exclusion radius. Satellite feeds over the region have mysteriously gone dark. Standard practice when they won't admit they're in over their heads. They're bringing in more assets by the time day personnel, equipment, field containment structures. And no one's talking. Not to local officials, not to press, not even internally. Whatever's happening down there, it's escalating. But this isn't the containment they think it is. And my plan? Well, let's just say the pieces are falling into play.
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Journal Keeper
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