Fish 0.3

"Hello, soldiers, it appears we may have a crisis on our hands. Possibly a Keter or Euclid class anomaly,, numerous cases of copious amounts of fish blood and guts washing down streams throughout Lousiana have been confirmed. The fish blood have been found to be from the Asian Carp. An invasive species that has been ravaging the Mississippi for years on end now…." A man spoke. He had a rough untrimmed brown beard with a crew cut and light blue eyes. Scars ran down the sides of his neck and bare muscular arms.

"The hell?" One of the soldiers whispered to the other, they were MTF Era-28, Crazed Herons, one of the SCP Foundations' many mobile task forces. Specializing in the capture and containment of various river or marsh-based anomalies.

"The death of these fish do not seem to be from biting or being eaten, that sorta shit, but from what has been determined, a Japanese katana, or curved sword." The rough bearded man spoke gravely, knowing very well that this mission was a dangerous one. His soldiers called him Commander Tinchev, a hardened soldier who had commanded this Task Force for well over ten years.

"We are bringing in the heavy weapons. RPGs, rockets, LMG's, you name it." Commander Tinchev continued on, gathering the group of soldiers as they left the briefing room and headed off towards the armory, none of them laughing. This was serious.