(Hey, guys! Back with another chapter! I actually really enjoy writing/editing this story, and wanna continue it! So, without further adieu, let's get right into it!)
Prometheus looked at the facility, spying a vent and taking out his knife, prying the vent open with a 'creak!' "Huh. A little easy. I'd better take it cautiously..." He mumbled, yanking the vent off and crawling through it.
He crawled through the vent until he reached a room with a computer in it, smiling. "Jackpot. Now, how do I get down there?" He blinked a couple times, realizing he was talking to himself. "...Why am I talking to myself?"
He slowly climbed out of the vent, hitting the ground with a 'thump'. "Oof! That was not ideal..." He straightened himself, brushing himself off and going to the computer, cracking his knuckles. "I've reprogrammed an Omnic, I'm sure I can do thiiiii..."
He rubbed his eyes at what he saw, which was a whole bunch of files. "Ugh, this is gonna take foreverrrrrr...!" He half-groaned, half-whined, putting his head on the keyboard.
After a long while of searching he threw his hands up, taking out a data chip and copying everything onto it. "Winston'll search through this! I'm not a person with a lot of time on their hands."
He tapped his fingers on the dashboard, hearing an alarm wailing in the background. "...Of course. Why wouldn't it?" He heard footsteps reach his door. "Breach the door! Move it, people, move it!"
He looked around quickly, yanking the chip out and taking out his Assault Rifle. "...Son of a-" He was interrupted by the sound of a door being kicked in, bullets flying everywhere. He dove to the ground, returning fire with his Assault Rifle.
He didn't stop firing until he heard a click, slowly rising to his feet as the dust settled, seeing a lot of bullet holes. "Jeesh, these guys really can't hit a target, can they?" He joked, brushing himself off.
He reloaded his Assault Rifle, stepping over the bodies. "Better get out of here before more show up... Hey, Tracer? Can you send tha-" He was interrupted by a bullet going through his hand, causing him to duck to cover instinctively. "Gah! Nevermind, I'll call you back."
Another round whizzed past his head as he took out his pistol, returning fire as the pistol was knocked out of his hands by another sniper round. "Alright, now you've done it..." He muttered, taking out a teleportation grenade and throwing it behind the sniper.
He teleported behind the sniper, nearly dropping his Assault Rifle as he pointed it at the woman. "Looking for someone...?"
(Well, things got a bit heated up there! That was fun to write! Hope you enjoyed reading it! Anyways, see you guys in the next one!)
