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Experiment Log: 7874/4

Subject(s): D-9192, Agent Simon Franz, Doctor Milford Cogent

Foreword: Previous experiments had established the conditions which trigger SCP-7874-A hostility. All personnel were dressed in civilian clothing, equipped with concealed body cameras, and travelling in a vehicle which had been reinforced to survive small arms attack. Agent Franz was also provided with a concealed firearm.

<BEGIN LOG>

The log opens with D-9192 applying the brakes as the expedition approaches SCP-7874. Agent Franz and Doctor Cogent are in the rear seats of the car. Through the windows, four instances of SCP-7874-A are visible standing in front of the gate, with another two partially concealed behind the sandbag emplacements, along with what is believed to be a tripod heavy machine gun.

D-9192 stops the car and lowers the window on the driver's side. An instance of SCP-7874-A approaches. Of particular note in its uniform is the grey-brown military overcoat, and the dark-green peaked cap with a seven-pointed golden star on the front.

SCP-7874-A-1: Identification please, mate.

D-9192: (reaching for the three ID cards which are resting on the dashboard) Uh, sure.

Dr.Cogent: Alright, here we go…

Dr.Cogent opens his door and steps out of the car. Another instance of SCP-7874-A points its assault rifle at him.

SCP-7874-A-2: HALT!! Get back in the car!!

Dr.Cogent puts his hands up. Agent Franz retrieves his concealed pistol, but keeps it out of view .

Dr.Cogent: Sorry! Sorry! I just wanted to get some air and stretch my legs!

SCP-7874-A-2 lowers its rifle, but retains a skeptical expression.

SCP-7874-A-2: Alright. Two minutes.

Dr.Cogent makes a cautious show of walking around in circles, rubbing his legs and his back. He then approaches SCP-7874-A-2.

Cogent: So… how are things going, officer?

SCP-7874-A-2: Can't complain.

Cogent: Uh-huh. I've heard that there are a lot of people on the roads these days without ID.

SCP-7874-A-2: Yeah. Some people just can't read the bloody laws.

Cogent: Ever had anybody try to run the checkpoint?

SCP-7874-A-2: Once, when I was down near Ballarat. Didn't make it, though. Gates like these are tougher than they look.

Cogent: Ah. How long do you think you'll be here for?

SCP-7874-A-2: You're asking a lot of questions, mate. A lot of dangerous questions.

Cogent: Sorry. I was just interested. I'm going to be travelling around here frequently, so it would be nice to see a familiar face.

SCP-7874-A-2: Well, it's none of your business. (The instance gives Dr.Cogent a prod with the end of its rifle) Now, hop back in your car.

Cogent: (while complying with the instructions) Most of you chaps are not the friendliest.

SCP-7874-A-2: (barks a laugh) Part of the job, mate. O.I.S. officers aren't supposed to be friendly.

Cogent: Funny thing, the 'O.I.S.'. I never actually found out what those letters stood for.

SCP-7874-A-2: You must never have been to one of the big cities then, or you'd have seen those massive words over the entrance to our headquarters. 'Office of Internal Security'. I'd think that'd be pretty obvious, considering what we do.

Dr.Cogent climbs back into the car and shuts his door. Meanwhile, SCP-7874-A-1 has finished checking the ID cards, and returns them to D-9192. It indicates to two other instances, which pull the gate open.

SCP-7874-A-1: You're all set, mate. Glory to New Holland and the Marshal.

D-9192 exchanges a confused glance with both Dr.Cogent and Agent Franz.

Cogent: Glory to New Holland and the Marshal, officer.

SCP-7874-A-1 smiles and gives the personnel a semi-formal salute as they drive through the gate.

<END LOG>
