Miranda gets out of the car. Turns around to see if she can spot the thing coming from any direction. "Hello."

There's nothing unusual at the moment. 

The woman nods at her.

"Hello, Dr. Kirsch. I'm Commander Spencer. You've been briefed on field protocols?" 

"Yes."

"Good. Let's go."

Miranda gets in the van.

They close the door to the van as soon as it's inside, locking them. 

From the inside, it's clear how heavily armored the van is armored. There are also monitors inside, showing a 360 view of the exterior. 

Once they're inside, Commander Spencer offers her a heavy black suit.

"Body armor," she says, "Should fit."

Miranda puts it on.

It's tricky to get into, Spencer helps her with a few inconvenient straps, and heavy, but it does seem effective. Everywhere but her face and joints is armored. The collar surrounding her neck is especially thick, which Spencer explains as "This thing normally goes for the throat."

"Yeah, I saw the video."

The van sets off at a brisk pace. This time, they don't blindfold her.

They leave town and enter less inhabited country. The van turns onto a seemingly abandoned side-road. The pavement is faded and cracked, though never in a way that actually disrupts the driving. 

It leads, eventually, to a seemingly derelict warehouse. The door opens on its own and closes behind them. The van drives onto a rectangle of floor in a different shade of gray which descends into a modern and far less derelict garage.

SCP-2109 is waiting for them at the bottom.

No one else notices. One of the agents goes to open the van's back door. 

"IT'S RIGHT THERE IN THE GARAGE!" Miranda shrieks.

The agent freezes. 

The doors to the garage slam closed. 

"Where?" Spencer asks sharply.

She points at it on the screen.

The creature is fired at through small gaps in the walls.

It attempts to dodge, but they are covering a wide area and it is hit several times. Ragged holes appear where it is hit, the surrounding material dissolving slightly into whispy threads. The holes slowly begin to close themselves.

"You're hitting it but it's self-healing."

"Immediately?"

"Not immediately but fast enough to see the progress."

It continues to move, managing to clear the current range of fire. It begins to move towards the van, as if attempting to put the van between itself and the attack. 

"Coming toward the van."

The agents are communicating in low rapid voices.

A door in one of the walls slides open, revealing a metal container. 

"We're going to try and drive it into containment. Keep us updated on its location."

She puts a finger on a screen to follow it. "I'm tracking its apparent center of mass."

They begin firing from different points around the edges of the room, in an attempt to force it into the container.

It's tricky. The being seems to know what they're doing and be attempting to avoid it, but it does seem to want to avoid being damaged more than it wants to avoid being contained. After several long tense minutes, they are able to force it into the container. 

"We're keeping visual contact."

One of the screens in the van switches to showing the interior of the container.

"Tell us if its status changes. If it remains stable for half an hour, we can risk transfering you to a different location."

"Will do." She watches it.

It takes twenty minutes for the holes to close completely. It remains in the container for the full half hour without any other obvious changes taking place. 

"It's fully healed now," she says, when that's true, then, "It's still stuck there."