Hey guys, I come from a small and secretive tactical unit known as the S.S.A. While we usually file reports and mission data files I thought I'd just share this one with you as resent reports from our sponsoring nation indicate an upward trend of such events. We specialize in a variety of missions, from saving children from predators and human trafficking to preventing serious tragic catastrophes. On this particular mission we got a call out, it was the year 2002, this mission would be no ordinary one. In fact it was one of the more dangerous type. Mission briefing called for the services of a Catholic Priest. This sort of intermediary action is not something we have the skills for but fortunately protocol has us covered. Four kids, alone, in a suburban home somehow get hold of a Ouija board. For some reason or other the kids decide to mess with this thing. It takes us approximately 5 minutes to get from our drop zone to the inside of the house. By the time we reach the house and the room where the kids are at there is complete chaos. Before I continue I will describe our current state and defenses. All 12 of us are armed with fully automatic weapons as well as other backup weapons. We are typically kit out with ballistic and bio warfare protection aided by a state-of-the-art computer system able to detect, track, and warn of targets we may not see at the moment or be able to detect naturally. We're always decked in traditionally all-black equipment leaving for a formidable sight. Despite all this, we ourselves are not armed for what we were about to meet. Our priest is an on-call combat specialist from host-nation and frequently accompanies our team on such missions. By the time we reach the room we find two young girls who appear to be in shock while one boy yells helplessly at his friend who is now having a severe seizure. We decide to drag both girls, still dazed, to another room while attending to both boys. With six in the room and six others in the back room with the two girls we decide to act. The boys body convulsing severely must be attended to. We always operate in pairs so as to never be left fending for ourselves, but despite our digital system's countermeasures and sound suppression system there's no escaping the audible horrer and scream emanating from inside the home. Kortts, my wingman, is yelling at the top of his lungs as he discusses whether a sedative will alleviate or worsen one of the boy's conditions who has no collapsed on the floor and appears to be foaming at the mouth. A single sedative is administered with no ill or positive effect. Without a moment to lose and the situation grows ever more dangerous our priest makes his move. From this point we retreat from the room all of us sweating profusely. I remember my wingman ,Kortts, saying to me with exhaustion, "Di..Did I really just see that?" I shook my head unable to give a coherent answer. I remember thinking later, "why on Earth would this ever seem like a good idea for a kid, ugh, this is awful. "Several years later and much therapy and the kids are still shaken up. I hope no one ever finds it in themselves to mess with this kind of stuff.~ Tracer
S.S.A. (-.|'-)
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