These are transcripts of three recordings made within the last month. They were leaked to us by someone working for a company that logs radio traffic within the security industry. The fate of the subjects (whose names have been changed) is unknown. PoL’s attempts to follow it up with the relevant bodies and corporations have met with resistance.
The events within, to our mind, constitute convincing evidence for some manner of cross-dimensional breach.
RECORDING ONE: 7.1.18 0218
Guard One: Found anything?
Guard Two: Give us a chance
G1: How’s it looking down there?
G2: Well creepy
G1: Diddums. I did say I’d go
G2: Next time you can
G1: Suits me…. Are these your Maltesers?
G2: Hands off. I know how many’s left. Four
G1: (munching) Two
G1: What? You’ve got pockets, haven’t you? Anything left lying around the trailer is fair game
G1: Is anything down there or what?
G2: Not much. Apart from the ingress
G1: They need to get that sorted
G1: You’re not warming your soggy socks on the heater again, my nostrils can’t take it
G1: But is – can you hear anything?
G2: Not with you all over my frequency
G1: Oh fine, then. Tweetie bye
[30 seconds pass]
G2: There’s nothing down here
G1: You’re still alive! I’ll call off the search party
G2: Weird, though. Definitely heard something
G1: Have you been up the far end? Checked every dark inaccessible corner? You can’t just swish your torch around and call that a search, you’ve got to get down on your hands and knees and get in there
G2: Yeah, yeah. Oh!
G2: Nothing. Must have been a rat. Passed right by my foot
G1: Why I let you have all the fun jobs, I don’t know
G2: I’m heading back. It’s well creepy down here
RECORDING TWO 9.1.18 0346
G2: What’s it going to be down here, anyway?
G1: Basement rooms for the service staff
G2: Spacious, at least
G1: Might look a bit different when they’ve put the dividing walls in
G2: Oh yeah. They’ll never know how creepy it was
G1: Don’t start that again. A grown man, afraid of the dark. Ever thought maybe night security isn’t the job for you?
G2: Wasn’t it meant to be your turn?
G1: It’s you who keeps hearing things
G2: Well, there isn’t much down here
G1: You surprise me
[light static appears on Guard Two’s end]
G2: [inaudible] see it when its finished
G1: Finished? The block? They won’t finish them, mate. No-one’s buying the flats
G2: — said they’re all sold off-plan to foreign billionaires [inaudible] even built
G1: That was the first lot. The foreign billionaires have moved on now
G2: -‘ll be your Brexit
G1: Maybe. And so what?
G2: So, it’s a waste is what
G1: Well, they won’t get built, mate, cry about it all you like. Might be a few rich wankers knocking about down the road in their private gyms and floating pools, but this crop’ll stay like this for a while yet. Empty shells
G1: Of course, they’ll still want security at night, so suits me
G1: You still there, mate?
G2: -d on
G2: There is something
G1: Something? What?
G2: – light [inaudible] – of hovering light
G1: A torchlight? Is someone down there?
G1: Loz? You there, mate?
G2: Not a torch. Wait, it’s gone now, behind a – no, there – HELLO? —‘S THERE?
G1: Loz? Listen, if there is someone down there then maybe you should –
G2: I don’t know
G2: I’m walking towards it, but – Maybe I imagined it
G1: Imagined it? Jeez. Is this a repeat of the time you thought we were under attack by terrorists and it was scrawny teenagers making a youtube video?
G2: Suddenly stinks down here, the water [inaudible]
G1: Look, if you want to head back for a cuppa I won’t call you a wuss. You’re freaking me out, now
G2: – water’s moving
G1: You what?
G2: – flowing toward – ugh
G1: Now what?
G2: -ssive dead rat
G1: Seriously mate, the kettle’s boiling
G2: That light up the other end, it seemed to – maybe I’ll take a look
G1: Loz, mate, leave it. You said yourself you imagined it
G2: Yeah, OK
G1: You’re heading back in?
RECORDING THREE 12.1.18 0258
G2: There were elms, you know.
G1: You what?
G2: Elms. Elm trees. Around here, centuries ago. Nine of them, presumably
G1: Fascinating. What made you think of that?
G2: All that water I guess
G1: This ingress?
G2: See, it was all marsh round here, originally
G1: Loz. What are you gibbering on about?
G2: Maybe that’s where all the water keeps coming from
G1: From the past?
G2: From the – I don’t know, the ground water, the water table, what have you
G1: More likely to come from the sewers, given the smell
G2: Do you know there’s the timbers of a jetty up by MI6 which are six and a half thousand years old?
G1: Blimey, you’re a font of enlightenment this morning
G2: Just trying to keep you company. I know how spooky it is down there
G1: Doesn’t bother me
G2: Is the water moving?
G1: Hold on – no. Yes! It’s hard to say
[static appears on the line]
G2: A snake? Really? Could be an eel?
G1: -k, yeah. Maybe. [inaudible] glimpse in my torchlight
G2: Pretty weird, either way. How did that get in?
G2: You seen enough yet?
G1: – check up the far end, I guess
G2: You did hear it too, this time?
G1: -ot sure now. There was –teen floors of plastic wra-[inaudible] a gale above our head-
G2: What is it?
G1: [inaudible] hovering light
G2: What? The light? Is it – what is it doing?
G1: Hovering. Jee- [inaudible] the fuck is it?
G2: I don’t know what it is. I hoped I imagined it. Maybe get out now, Col
G1: – there but not there –
G2: I know. Get out now, Col
G1: – moving. It’s moving. It – [inaudible]
G2: Get out, Col!
[From here heavy static covers Guard One’s end of the line, his words hard to discern]
G1: [inaudible] – kiz —
G1: – close [inaudible] me!
G2: Col? What’s happening?
G1: [inaudible] yer [inaudible] ack! – agh! – nah–
[end of audio]
- Candidate: The Nine Elms Entity Breach
- Type: Unknown
- Status: Unknown