Over the next few days, Luoshu continued his solo operations—though he avoided drawing attention like with SCP-109.
His focus? Systematically sweeping through Sublevel-3's Safe-class units, padding the Catalog's page count.
Most offered useless abilities, but quantity mattered for leveling up Containment Specialist.
Six days later, the Catalog hit 29 pages—and Epsilon-11 got a field assignment.
This would be Luoshu's first time leaving Site-19 without a hood.
He didn't even know which city he was in.
The Exit
Dressed in Epsilon-11 gear, Luoshu followed the team to Site-19's exit:
A mirror at the end of a Sublevel-1 hallway.
Step through it like a door (normal touch won't work).
Emerges in an employee-only tunnel leading to an underground parking lot.
Big Beard Jack chuckled at Luoshu's curiosity.
"First time? Civilians never try stepping through mirrors. And if they do…"*
...they get amnestics.
The parking lot belonged to a tech company's skyscraper—Site-19's surface cover.
But the real shock?
The Capitol Building loomed at the street's end.
Site-19 was in the nation's capital.
Luoshu's fingers twitched.
Should I unleash SCPs on Congress? Give this world's Luoshu some payback?
He dismissed the thought.
Anomalies hurt civilians first. The elites would be last.
Jack watched him closely—this was another test.
Luoshu's calm smirk passed.
No hatred. No vengeance.
Just detached amusement.
Approved.
The Road Trip
The convoy headed south on the interstate.
8-hour drive. 1000+ km.
Destination?
Likely Site-██ in the Carolinas.
But why?