The agents of the Mobile Task Force finally located Jas in Death Valley. He stood quietly, completely calm despite the chaos he had just survived.
The only remaining Overseer on-site was O5-10.
"You succeeded."
Those were the first words O5-10 spoke when she saw Jas.
Jas stood under the drizzle. Water stread down his face and coat, small splashes forming as raindrops struck the nearby rocks. A faint mist curled around him, and his eyes—dark and deep like an endless abyss—remained eerily calm.
There was no sign of trauma, no instability. He looked unchanged, but O5-10 had a strange feeling. Sothing about him was different now. Still, all scans showed his Hu level and baseline values to be perfectly normal.
"Your heroism won't be publicly recognized," O5-10 stated. Despite her cold tone, there was a trace of sothing unspoken behind her words.
Jas t her gaze without hesitation. "I didn't do this for fa."
"We'll have to place you under observation for several years," she said next. "Your connection to SCP-999 will be preserved, but... you'll be reassigned."
There was no regret in her voice, only the cold logic of the Foundation's mission. The Overseers had long since lost most of their humanity—especially the feeling of guilt.
When the live broadcast picked up her words, people watching from around the world exploded in disbelief.
> "What? He saves the world and gets monitored like a threat?"
> "Classic Foundation. No wonder Dr. Kondraki warned him not to lose his humanity."
> "Wait, he's still working with SCP-999? So what's this new job?"
They didn't have to wait long.
O5-10 answered the growing suspense with a single shocking sentence.
"You will be transferred to the Tactical Theology Departnt."
Jas raised an eyebrow. "That division is made up of theologians, monks, and skeptics. I'm an atheist."
O5-10 smirked slightly, eyeing him like a valuable artifact. "That's exactly why they need you."
She continued in a steady voice, "We require your help to capture, contain, and neutralize theological anomalies."
---
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., chaos erupted among the agents watching the broadcast.
"Theological... anomalies? Wait, there's a whole division just for that?"
Natasha Romanoff leaned closer to the screen. "Are they saying they can capture gods?"
Nick Fury's voice was grave. "They've done it before. SCP-343 claims to be God Himself—and he's contained."
Natasha shook her head. "343 entered willingly. What about SCP-2317? That thing was already locked down when the Foundation showed up."
Nick Fury started to ntion more forbidden entities—the Crimson King, the Cosmic Starfish, the Three Brothers of Death—but stopped.
Because he realized sothing chilling.
"They don't contain Supre Gods. They let them roam free. Because not containing them is safer."
But now, Jas was being recruited to help do exactly that?
Why him?
Then an agent nearby mumbled sothing that made Nick freeze.
"Are they turning him into another Dr. Clef?"
Nick's eyes widened.
Dr. Clef. The executioner of Keter-level threats. The man the Foundation called when it wanted sothing uncontainable dead.
And now... maybe they wanted Jas to do the sa thing.
Only this ti?
Not against anomalies. Against actual gods.
---
Back in the field, O5-10 continued, laying out Jas' new path.
"You'll keep your post as Chief Researcher of SCP-999, and your clearance will be upgraded to Level 5."
He didn't react.
"You'll stay at Site-17," she added, "but the Tactical Theology Departnt will call you in when needed. You'll operate at the level of a Station Manager."
Still, Jas said nothing.
Growing more desperate, she threw in another incentive:
"You'll have more freedom than Dr. Clef... and more authority than Dr. Kondraki."
Everyone watching—audiences across the world—held their breath.
Would Jas accept?
Finally, Jas spoke.
"I want access to all containnt files."
Gasps filled the broadcast.
Even O5-10 was shocked. "Impossible," she replied flatly. "Not unless you beco an Overseer."
Jas didn't flinch. He simply stared back.
Her resolve cracked. She clenched her jaw, then said, "Fine. I'll personally handle your requests for containnt access. But this is as far as I can bend the rules."
Jas nodded.
The live chat exploded:
> "WHAT? Is he negotiating with the O5s?"
> "Jas just did what no one else dared to do."
> "Why does he even want containnt access that badly?"
Even Nick Fury was stumped.
He couldn't help but wonder...
What was Jas really planning?
---
But the biggest surprise was yet to co.
Jas had barely joined the Tactical Theology Departnt when his first mission arrived.
The screen flashed.
Jas now stood inside a strange conference hall, wearing a white coat. Around him sat old n and won in robes decorated with religious symbols. Crosses, prayer beads, scripture tattoos.
Their ID badges all displayed one symbol:
"Tactical Theology Departnt."
An elderly man stepped up to the podium.
"It has been 25 days since Cot C/2018W3 was observed," he declared.
Murmurs erupted.
"Three days ago, the cot landed on Earth. We have confird... it is SCP-2845."
A collective silence fell over the room.
"SCP-2845 has reached the coast. The containnt procedure must begin the day after tomorrow. There can be no errors."
"This... is a god."
The livestream chat from the Marvel world exploded:
> "Wait, wait, wait—his first mission is a supre deity?!"
> "WTF? Are these guys nuts?!"
> "So the 'cot' was actually a god falling to Earth?"
---
Back at S.H.I.E.L.D., agents were in disbelief.
"They're trying to contain a supre deity now?"
Nick Fury could only stare at the screen, stunned.
---
In Kamar-Taj, even the Ancient One looked shaken.
"SCP-3396 was just neutralized... and now they send him against a God?"
She tried to steady her breath, but the na alone filled her with dread:
Supre Godhead.
Even with her mystical knowledge, the word "supre" ant sothing too vast, too ancient... even she wouldn't dare confront it.
---
The broadcast resud.
A file appeared in Jas' hands, and the words were projected on the screen for all to see:
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[Item Na: STAG]
[Item Number: SCP-2845]
[Object Class: Anomalous Entity]
[Containnt Level: EXTRE]
[Threat Level: BLACK]
---
The chat froze in silence.
Even hardened viewers of past SCP entries felt a wave of dread.
Two words—"Extre" and "Black"—radiated a chilling finality.
---
At Stark Tower, Tony Stark and Colonel Rhodes sat upright.
"Stag?" Tony read aloud.
They turned to each other in disbelief.
"The deer entity from SCP-1730?" they said in unison.
Tony frowned.
"This can't be a coincidence."
---
To be continued...
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