 Marriott Wheeler is curled in the corner of Site 41's main freight elevator, clutching a shiny red ray gun, almost as long as she is tall. The gun has a two-tine prong installed instead of a barrel, and its stock is a weirdly asymmetrical mass of paperwork, more like a Swiss watch, or a small intestinal track than a weapon. The gun is SCP-7381, and it comes from a long dead planet, not too distant a planet, which conventional astronomy has yet to observe. A tornado of violence and destruction is tearing through Site 41, and through the minds of everybody working at Site 41, ceilings are being brought down. The site pharmacy is a sucking hole at the side of the building.