WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.720 --> 00:00:06.840 Grasping, clawed hands. Slimy  tentacles. Skeletal fists. All   00:00:06.840 --> 00:00:12.300 reaching out from the dark to claim you.  Is this the monster in the closet? The   00:00:12.300 --> 00:00:16.740 beast under the bed? Or the horrors  inside a simple item of clothing? 00:00:16.740 --> 00:00:22.980 It's a sunny Saturday afternoon in the early days  of summer. The sky is a bright, cloudless blue,   00:00:22.980 --> 00:00:27.720 the sun beams down on the crowds of kids  home from school and adults hoping to get   00:00:27.720 --> 00:00:32.280 out and soak up a little bit of the cheerful  energy. It isn't just the students enjoying   00:00:32.280 --> 00:00:35.880 the fact that school is out for summer,  either. Teachers are on vacation too. 00:00:36.600 --> 00:00:41.280 One particular teacher is enjoying her first  day off in months, taking full advantage of   00:00:41.280 --> 00:00:46.080 the free time. She starts the day with coffee  and breakfast, then stops by a local ice cream   00:00:46.080 --> 00:00:51.240 shop for a strawberry cone and heads to one  of her favorite summer pastimes: a yard sale.   00:00:52.020 --> 00:00:55.500 She follows the signs to a driveway  filled with what she just knows will   00:00:55.500 --> 00:00:59.700 be hidden gems. They say one person's  trash is another person's treasure,   00:00:59.700 --> 00:01:04.320 and she is the person who considers those  castoffs to be undiscovered treasures. 00:01:05.100 --> 00:01:10.320 She picks through the cardboard boxes of yellowed  books, bags of worn stuffed animals, crooked   00:01:10.320 --> 00:01:15.900 shelves, and wooden rocking chairs with paint  peeling off. After picking up the third shoe in a   00:01:15.900 --> 00:01:20.460 row that doesn't seem to have a matching partner,  she's beginning to think that this particular yard   00:01:20.460 --> 00:01:26.700 sale might be a bust. But then, she spots it,  draped over the back of an overstuffed orange   00:01:26.700 --> 00:01:33.720 couch. It's a coat, made from fine, high-quality  wool. She doesn't have much need for a wool coat   00:01:33.720 --> 00:01:37.800 in the Summer, but it looks so nice that she  can't help but pick it up to get a better look.   00:01:38.460 --> 00:01:44.160 The material is heavy and sturdy in her hands,  smelling faintly of dust the way all true vintage   00:01:44.160 --> 00:01:49.440 pieces do. She should know, she found the  beautiful 50s blue linen dress she's wearing   00:01:49.440 --> 00:01:54.420 right now under similar circumstances. She shakes  out the coat and holds it up to get a better look. 00:01:55.080 --> 00:02:00.060 It's even better than she first thought! It's  a military greatcoat, and it looks a great deal   00:02:00.060 --> 00:02:04.860 older than it did while slung over the couch.  She'd guess that it's several hundred years old,   00:02:04.860 --> 00:02:09.060 easily. It might be the oldest piece  she's ever seen at a yard sale like this!   00:02:09.720 --> 00:02:13.440 Surely the owners of this house aren't just  selling this coat, it must be out here by   00:02:13.440 --> 00:02:19.200 mistake. A coat like this, with its age and likely  link to military history, could be in a museum! 00:02:20.040 --> 00:02:24.540 She catches the attention of the homeowner, an  older woman showing off a chipped tea set, and   00:02:24.540 --> 00:02:29.940 calls her over. She asks the old woman about the  coat, wondering where it came from, how old it is,   00:02:29.940 --> 00:02:36.240 and, most importantly, how much does she want for  it? The old woman regards the coat with confusion,   00:02:36.240 --> 00:02:40.500 insisting that she's never seen it before in  her life. It didn't belong to her late husband,   00:02:40.500 --> 00:02:45.660 her father, her grandfather, she has no  idea where it came from. If the younger   00:02:45.660 --> 00:02:50.100 woman likes it so much, she can just pay  five dollars for it and call it a day. 00:02:50.880 --> 00:02:55.200 Thrilled at her good luck, the yard sale  enthusiast hands the old lady a crumpled   00:02:55.200 --> 00:03:01.740 five-dollar bill, and takes her prize. On the walk  home, she continues examining the coat. No tag,   00:03:01.740 --> 00:03:06.840 no label, nothing to indicate when it was made,  or what army might have used it. She doesn't   00:03:06.840 --> 00:03:11.700 recognize it from any particular era or nation.  Between that and the fact that the old lady at   00:03:11.700 --> 00:03:17.160 the yard sale claimed she had no idea where it  came from, the coat seems to be one big mystery.   00:03:17.160 --> 00:03:22.500 Depending on the angle she looks at it from, it  could be from World War I, or it could be from   00:03:22.500 --> 00:03:27.960 the 1600s. She's a history teacher, she should be  able to put her finger on it! But she just can't. 00:03:28.620 --> 00:03:33.600 When she gets home, she rushes upstairs to her  full-length mirror, cranks the air conditioning up   00:03:33.600 --> 00:03:38.760 - she doesn't want to sweat all over an antique,  after all! - and throws the coat on. Maybe taking   00:03:38.760 --> 00:03:43.260 a look at the silhouette of the garment on a  person, in this case, herself, will help her   00:03:43.260 --> 00:03:48.600 make a better estimate of the coat's origin. She  slides an arm into each sleeve, and takes a look.   00:03:48.600 --> 00:03:54.360 Not too bad! Definitely too heavy for summer,  but it's beautifully constructed, and definitely   00:03:54.360 --> 00:03:59.340 a genuine historical garment. It's going to  make an amazing addition to her collection of   00:03:59.340 --> 00:04:03.540 vintage clothes, and in the winter, she'll be  able to stay warm in it on the walk to work! 00:04:03.540 --> 00:04:07.800 She's just about to remove the coat  when she feels someone tap her on the   00:04:07.800 --> 00:04:11.640 shoulder. She spins around, gasping  in shock. Is someone in the house?!   00:04:12.480 --> 00:04:17.820 But when she looks behind her, there's no one  there. She calls out to the empty room, Hello?   00:04:18.600 --> 00:04:23.700 Of course, no one answers, and she kicks herself  for acting like the foolish main character in some   00:04:23.700 --> 00:04:27.960 scary movie. If there's an intruder in the  house, they're not just going to answer her! 00:04:27.960 --> 00:04:32.040 But she can't hear anything, can't see  anywhere an intruder might have hidden   00:04:32.040 --> 00:04:36.600 after tapping her shoulder. She must be  imagining things. There's no one here.   00:04:37.320 --> 00:04:41.580 She reaches for one of the coat sleeves again,  and again, there's the feeling of someone tapping   00:04:41.580 --> 00:04:47.340 her on the shoulder! But this time, it doesn't  stop. The tapping becomes a hand resting on her   00:04:47.340 --> 00:04:51.900 shoulder, then pushing past her shoulder  and along her arm. She doesn't know how,   00:04:51.900 --> 00:04:56.100 it should be impossible, but the  hand is inside the coat with her. 00:04:56.100 --> 00:05:02.100 She stares into the mirror, mouth open in  shock, as a pale hand pokes out of the arm hole,   00:05:02.100 --> 00:05:07.740 hovering just over her own hand. It wiggles  its fingers, as if giving her a friendly wave. 00:05:07.740 --> 00:05:12.840 Horrified and unable to figure out what else  to do, she yanks the coat off and throws it to   00:05:12.840 --> 00:05:17.040 the floor. What else do you do when your new  vintage coat starts waving at you with its   00:05:17.040 --> 00:05:21.540 own hands? Looking at the coat lying on the  floor in a heap, it's hard to believe that   00:05:21.540 --> 00:05:27.300 something so unusual happened only a second  ago. Or did it? That's impossible, it must   00:05:27.300 --> 00:05:32.340 have been heat exhaustion, or her overactive  imagination. Against her better judgment,   00:05:32.340 --> 00:05:37.500 she picks the coat back up and throws it over  her shoulders again. No sooner has she tugged   00:05:37.500 --> 00:05:41.400 the sleeves over her arms, then she feels the  presence of something else in the coat with her. 00:05:41.400 --> 00:05:46.200 This time, two hands emerge from the sleeves,  waving at her frantically in the mirror.   00:05:46.740 --> 00:05:50.880 She makes a move to take the coat off again,  but one of the hands gives her a thumbs down,   00:05:50.880 --> 00:05:56.640 as if begging her not to. Well, what else do  you do when the strange magical coat from the   00:05:56.640 --> 00:06:01.320 yard sale tries to communicate with you using  hands that appeared from nowhere? You listen. 00:06:02.040 --> 00:06:06.360 She tries to ask the hands questions, remembering  the sign language course she took in college,   00:06:06.360 --> 00:06:10.800 but they don't seem to understand what she's  saying. She asks them if they're the ghost of   00:06:10.800 --> 00:06:15.300 a fallen soldier, haunting the coat. She asks  if they can tell her anything about where the   00:06:15.300 --> 00:06:20.220 coat came from, but all they do is wave.  Maybe that's because they don't have eyes,   00:06:20.220 --> 00:06:24.660 they can't see what she's trying to tell  them. Eventually, the hands seem to give up,   00:06:24.660 --> 00:06:29.100 disappearing back into the lining of the  jacket. She's about to take it off again,   00:06:29.100 --> 00:06:33.600 when she feels something slimy slip up  her back, emerging from the coat's lining. 00:06:34.140 --> 00:06:38.820 It wriggles against her spine like a worm,  before sliding out of the collar and up her   00:06:38.820 --> 00:06:44.160 cheek. In the mirror, she can see it, though  she wishes she couldn't. It's a tentacle,   00:06:44.160 --> 00:06:49.800 like that of a massive octopus she once saw at an  aquarium. It suctions to her cheek, and she can't   00:06:49.800 --> 00:06:54.600 take it anymore. She needs to get this coat  off, NOW. She begins tugging at the sleeves,   00:06:54.600 --> 00:06:59.580 pulling it off, turning one of the sleeves inside  out in the process, and the tentacle takes notice. 00:07:00.300 --> 00:07:04.980 It wraps itself around her throat, trying to  hold her inside of the coat, squeezing tighter   00:07:04.980 --> 00:07:10.020 and tighter. She thrashes, ripping at the fabric  and raking the tentacle with her nails, but it   00:07:10.020 --> 00:07:13.620 only squeezes tighter and tighter  still, cutting off her air supply.   00:07:14.460 --> 00:07:18.780 Her eyes bulge, her mouth gapes wide,  gasping for air as she fights for her life.   00:07:19.440 --> 00:07:24.960 The only way to escape is to get the coat off, but  every time she tries, the tentacle only squeezes   00:07:24.960 --> 00:07:30.780 tighter around her throat. She can feel other  hands, some human, some with sharp claws that dig   00:07:30.780 --> 00:07:36.600 into her skin, some covered in fur, all grabbing  hold of her and pulling her back into the coat. 00:07:36.600 --> 00:07:41.760 The fight between the woman and the coat full of  arms pulls her to the floor, where she struggles   00:07:41.760 --> 00:07:46.320 violently, throwing her body back and forth as  she wrestles with the limbs grabbing hold of her.   00:07:46.320 --> 00:07:52.080 She tries to scream, but can't get enough air into  her lungs to make any sound but a pathetic squeak.   00:07:52.080 --> 00:07:57.300 During the struggle, she winds up with the coat  stretched over her head, holding on to her by the   00:07:57.300 --> 00:08:03.540 neck and two arms. She breaks free, and the coat  falls on top of her head like a blanket. And then,   00:08:03.540 --> 00:08:09.780 suddenly, where there was once a woman and dozens  of inhuman hands, there is now just a simple wool   00:08:09.780 --> 00:08:16.740 coat lying on the ground in an unassuming pile  of fabric. She is gone, vanished without a trace. 00:08:17.400 --> 00:08:21.960 Meanwhile, across town, an old woman with  a yard sale sign in her yard gets a visit   00:08:21.960 --> 00:08:27.120 from a van full of strange men claiming to be  members of an elite research organization. They   00:08:27.120 --> 00:08:31.020 lost something very important, and tracked  it to her simple small-town yard sale.   00:08:31.980 --> 00:08:36.060 She gives them the information of the woman who  purchased the missing item, but by the time they   00:08:36.060 --> 00:08:42.000 reach her home, she is gone. No matter, one less  witness to wipe the memory of. They collect the   00:08:42.000 --> 00:08:48.120 coat, pile into their van, and carry it back to  the SCP Foundation Site it was swiped from. No one   00:08:48.120 --> 00:08:54.600 is certain how it left containment, but they're  relieved to once again have custody of SCP-262. 00:08:54.600 --> 00:09:02.640 SCP-262 is a light brown European military-style  greatcoat. A cursory examination of its style led   00:09:02.640 --> 00:09:08.580 researchers to estimate its period of origin to be  anywhere from the late 1500s to the early 1900s.   00:09:09.240 --> 00:09:14.400 Narrowing it down to a smaller window has proven  difficult. The jacket has no specific markings,   00:09:14.400 --> 00:09:18.900 tags, or other designations, causing the  research staff to theorize that it was an   00:09:18.900 --> 00:09:23.460 original sample design intended to be pitched to  military officials for approval as a new official   00:09:23.460 --> 00:09:28.920 uniform. Then, it was either lost or rejected,  resulting in it never being put into wider use. 00:09:28.920 --> 00:09:33.960 The coat is made of wool, and is cut to fall  below the knee on most individuals who wear   00:09:33.960 --> 00:09:38.940 it. Attempts at carbon dating the fibers of the  coat have been inconclusive, and, contrary to the   00:09:38.940 --> 00:09:45.840 apparent visual style of the coat, places the age  of the wool at around 6,200 to 6,400 years old.   00:09:46.680 --> 00:09:51.660 The wool itself is thousands of years old, while  the coat itself was made more recently. Of course,   00:09:51.660 --> 00:09:55.560 the uncertain age of the coat is far  from its only anomalous property. 00:09:56.220 --> 00:10:01.620 SCP-262 is able to manifest a number  of arms from its dark inner lining.   00:10:01.620 --> 00:10:06.780 Any subject wearing the coat may open it in  order to materialize hands and arms from within.   00:10:07.380 --> 00:10:12.840 These arms are, at least some of the time, under  the control of the wearer. These limbs can vary   00:10:12.840 --> 00:10:17.700 widely in skin tone, length, and strength.  Some of the arms observed since the item   00:10:17.700 --> 00:10:23.340 came into Foundation custody include: a reptilian  scaled tentacle approximately 13 feet in length,   00:10:23.340 --> 00:10:30.660 four semi-transparent cellulose appendages over  33 feet long, with four fingers, two elbow-like   00:10:30.660 --> 00:10:36.780 joints, and no apparent wrists, the clawed paw  of a large predatory cat, resembling a cougar   00:10:36.780 --> 00:10:41.640 or mountain lion, as well as a wide variety  of feet and legs that manifest at random. 00:10:41.640 --> 00:10:47.160 The space within SCP-262's lining is  regarded as non-Euclidean in nature,   00:10:47.160 --> 00:10:53.040 and the coat itself is considered a link to an  extra-dimensional space. During initial testing,   00:10:53.040 --> 00:10:59.400 subject 402M was asked to put SCP-262 over  his head in order to see what would happen.   00:10:59.400 --> 00:11:06.120 When he did so, the coat promptly fell to the  ground in a heap as 402M vanished beneath it.   00:11:06.780 --> 00:11:11.400 Several months later, fingerprint analysis  of an object handled by a human arm that   00:11:11.400 --> 00:11:16.860 appeared from within the coat identified  that arm as belonging to subject 402M. 00:11:16.860 --> 00:11:21.300 This incident suggests that some, if  not all, of the limbs within the coat   00:11:21.300 --> 00:11:26.460 belong to beings trapped inside the coat's  extradimensional space. Wearing the coat   00:11:26.460 --> 00:11:30.540 in an ordinary manner does not result in the  subject disappearing into the space within. 00:11:31.200 --> 00:11:36.780 Subjects wearing SCP-262 as intended - one arm  through each sleeve, the coat across the back,   00:11:36.780 --> 00:11:40.560 you've presumably worn a coat before  and know what I'm describing here - find   00:11:40.560 --> 00:11:43.500 themselves able to manipulate the  arms that emanate from within.   00:11:44.160 --> 00:11:50.820 The amount of control the subject has over these  limbs varies. For instance, test subject 301F was   00:11:50.820 --> 00:11:55.260 able to multitask while blindfolded, navigating  her environment in such a way that seemed to   00:11:55.260 --> 00:12:01.380 indicate some degree of awareness of surroundings  on the part of SCP-262. The coat seems to maintain   00:12:01.380 --> 00:12:05.640 this awareness even when the person wearing  it cannot see or hear anything around them. 00:12:06.360 --> 00:12:12.120 Some members of the research team believe that  SCP-262 is fully sentient. They arrived at this   00:12:12.120 --> 00:12:17.340 conclusion after witnessing SCP-262: playing a  piano with two or more hands, even though the   00:12:17.340 --> 00:12:21.840 test subject wearing it had no musical training,  defending itself and its subject from multiple   00:12:21.840 --> 00:12:26.100 attackers, several of the limbs fighting each  other or defying the will of the subject. 00:12:26.760 --> 00:12:30.660 The Foundation first acquired the coat when  the Administrator relinquished ownership of   00:12:30.660 --> 00:12:34.380 it in the late 20th century. The  Administrator, due to his status,   00:12:34.380 --> 00:12:38.340 is not required to disclose the origins  of the coat, or what he might have done   00:12:38.340 --> 00:12:43.800 with it in the past. All he said about the coat  upon parting with it was: "In the right hands,   00:12:43.800 --> 00:12:50.580 it could be extremely useful. In the wrong hands,  it could be extremely dangerous. In my hands,   00:12:50.580 --> 00:12:55.080 it was becoming extremely dusty and moth-ridden  and taking up far too much space in my closet." 00:12:55.680 --> 00:13:01.020 Additional research notes were attached to  the SCP-262 file. After perusing these notes,   00:13:01.020 --> 00:13:03.360 I compiled the most interesting findings for   00:13:03.360 --> 00:13:06.900 further review. I hope you will find  them as thought-provoking as I have. 00:13:07.620 --> 00:13:12.960 During Trial 7, Subject 722M was  instructed to put the coat on properly,   00:13:12.960 --> 00:13:18.180 then turn the right arm sleeve inside-out as he  removed his arm from the garment. When he did,   00:13:18.180 --> 00:13:21.780 a chorus of disembodied voices  began to cry out in pain.   00:13:22.740 --> 00:13:29.400 In spite of this, 722M was ordered to continue  inverting the sleeve. At this point, several arms   00:13:29.400 --> 00:13:34.380 emerged from the lining of SCP-262 and attacked  the test subject in apparent self-defense. 00:13:35.220 --> 00:13:41.220 Subject 722M attempted to retract his arm from the  coat, but in the process of doing so, he inverted   00:13:41.220 --> 00:13:47.160 the sleeve further. This pushed the coat too far,  and a long, cellulitic arm emerged from the inner   00:13:47.160 --> 00:13:52.260 lining of the opposite side, reached around and  up through the inverted sleeve, grabbed hold of   00:13:52.260 --> 00:13:58.620 722M's hand, and gave it a violent yank. The force  of this pull was enough to dislocate the subject's   00:13:58.620 --> 00:14:03.120 shoulder and injure him severely. Once the coat  had returned itself to its preferred position,   00:14:03.120 --> 00:14:09.720 the chorus of voices silenced, and the arms  retreated out of sight. Subject 722M was removed   00:14:09.720 --> 00:14:14.520 from the coat and given medical attention. His  current condition is noted as "inconsequential." 00:14:15.360 --> 00:14:21.600 During Case Study 262-42, SCP-262  was placed on a mannequin. First,   00:14:21.600 --> 00:14:26.940 SCP-262 was placed on an anatomically-correct  male mannequin, dressed in attire consistent   00:14:26.940 --> 00:14:32.940 with an average SCP Foundation personnel. After a  few minutes passed, one single human arm stretched   00:14:32.940 --> 00:14:37.560 out of the inner lining of the coat, reaching  up to touch the mannequin's face. It poked   00:14:37.560 --> 00:14:42.540 and prodded the face curiously a few times, then  retreated out of sight and did not emerge again.   00:14:43.200 --> 00:14:49.140 The following day, researchers placed SCP-262 over  the head and shoulders of another male mannequin. 00:14:49.680 --> 00:14:55.200 After a few moments, the coat collapsed to the  ground, and the entire test mannequin disappeared.   00:14:55.920 --> 00:15:00.360 An added research note revealed that a wooden  arm, resembling that of the test mannequin,   00:15:00.360 --> 00:15:05.040 was spotted emerging from SCP-262 on  several occasions following the trial.   00:15:05.580 --> 00:15:09.360 This further confirms the hypothesis  that the limbs inside of the coat   00:15:09.360 --> 00:15:12.180 originate from entities that  were somehow trapped inside. 00:15:13.140 --> 00:15:18.300 During Case Study 262-307, research  staff attempted to observe the behavior   00:15:18.300 --> 00:15:22.620 of SCP-262 when placed on the body  of a recently deceased human being.   00:15:23.400 --> 00:15:27.840 After a Class-D personnel was terminated  during an experiment with an undisclosed SCP,   00:15:27.840 --> 00:15:33.060 the body was placed on a chair in a seated  position. The coat was then placed on the body.   00:15:33.660 --> 00:15:39.300 After several moments, a human arm emerged  from the lining of SCP-262, reaching toward   00:15:39.300 --> 00:15:44.340 the corpse's face. It poked at the face a few  times before disappearing back into the coat. 00:15:44.880 --> 00:15:49.800 A few minutes passed, and then the body  began to shake violently. A popping and   00:15:49.800 --> 00:15:53.640 snapping sound could be heard, and the hands,  which had been poking out of the sleeves,   00:15:53.640 --> 00:15:59.040 vanished from view. The body then went still  again, and a human hand reached up the back   00:15:59.040 --> 00:16:02.700 of its neck, coming from the collar, and  pulled the head into an upright position.   00:16:03.660 --> 00:16:07.860 Then, an array of other hands and arms  crisscrossed over the chest and abdomen,   00:16:07.860 --> 00:16:14.040 straightening the body's posture. As the research  staff watched, two arms, cellulitic in nature,   00:16:14.040 --> 00:16:19.200 grabbed the ankles and legs, pulling the  body up into a standing position. Even more   00:16:19.200 --> 00:16:24.480 arms came down each sleeve. The coat's limbs  worked as a combined unit to pilot the body,   00:16:24.480 --> 00:16:28.740 and managed to escape from the observation room  and overpower the security stationed outside. 00:16:29.580 --> 00:16:35.520 SCP-262 continued to pilot the corpse through the  Foundation Site. attempting to break out. Guided   00:16:35.520 --> 00:16:40.020 by exceptionally strong limbs, the animated body  was able to knock security guards out of the way,   00:16:40.020 --> 00:16:45.480 even seizing a weapon from one of them, resulting  in several casualties. Who knows what might have   00:16:45.480 --> 00:16:50.100 happened if MTF Epsilon-9, the "Fire Eaters"  hadn't been in the building at the time?   00:16:50.760 --> 00:16:55.800 It's possible that SCP-262 might have escaped  the facility altogether, making its way into   00:16:55.800 --> 00:17:00.300 the general population. Using their flame  accelerators as aggressively as possible,   00:17:00.300 --> 00:17:04.680 the MTF members managed to corner  SCP-262 at the far side of a hallway. 00:17:05.640 --> 00:17:10.740 With nowhere to turn, SCP-262 resorted to an  emergency escape plan. One of the hands from   00:17:10.740 --> 00:17:15.240 within the coat pulled the garment up, and  over the head of the corpse it was piloting.   00:17:15.240 --> 00:17:19.680 SCP-262 collapsed to the ground, the  body vanishing beneath it and leaving   00:17:19.680 --> 00:17:24.060 the Mobile Task Force without a target.  At this point, it is unknown whether this   00:17:24.060 --> 00:17:28.920 escape attempt was driven by the will of  SCP-262 itself or some sort of residual   00:17:28.920 --> 00:17:32.760 consciousness from the body of the deceased  Class-D personnel used in the experiment. 00:17:32.760 --> 00:17:38.160 At this point in time, SCP-262 is under review,  and additional research to see if it could   00:17:38.160 --> 00:17:42.360 be useful to field agents attempting  to contain other SCPs. At this time,   00:17:42.360 --> 00:17:47.700 agents are not permitted to use SCP-262 without  supervision by a staff member with commander-level   00:17:47.700 --> 00:17:53.520 authority. Whenever SCP-262 is not in use, it  is to be kept in a climate-controlled room at an   00:17:53.520 --> 00:17:58.620 undisclosed Foundation Site, guarded by at least  two Level-2 Security personnel at any given time. 00:17:58.620 --> 00:18:04.320 It is unlikely that SCP-262 will make its way  back into the general population any time soon,   00:18:04.320 --> 00:18:09.420 unless it finds itself in possession of a  wearer willing to help it get there. Still,   00:18:09.420 --> 00:18:13.860 if you ever happen to be browsing a thrift shop  or yard sale, and happen upon a vintage military   00:18:13.860 --> 00:18:19.620 jacket that entices you to try it on, do so  with caution. You might find yourself in need   00:18:19.620 --> 00:18:24.780 of some help. Though, you won't need anyone  to lend a hand. 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