They shouldn't haven't been able to get through that door.
Brigitte could tell over the paint job that the door was made from inconel, a metal used for high-speed turbines and nuclear reactors. A nuclear bomb couldn't have melted it so easily nor should anything of high force be able to dent it well.
But as DVa was halfway done reading the code, the door violently creaked and a ray of light shimmered behind them. What kind of ammunition where those omnics loaded with?
DVa read faster. Brigitte was worried she'd stutter or misread something at her speed, but she tried not to think about it. In fact, she tried not to think about anything. Her wound throbbed and the air felt lighter. In her condition, there wasn't anything she could do, and that frustrated her. Come on, DVa, she thought.
As the back door's hole spread open wider, the door in front of them unlocked. The pain in Brigitte's chest receded as the door propped open and DVa swung it outwards. She navigated Brigitte into the next hallway that looked exactly the same as they were in. As they moved on through, they could see a drill poke its way through the door's handle. DVa slammed the door shut, the sound of the omnics almost muffled to silence.
Luckily for them, the process repeated itself as they went through each coded door: DVa reading the codes and the omnics going through door after door, but DVa was moving at a faster rate. As they finally reached the arsenal, they couldn't hear the omnics at all.
The room was pitch black as the last door opened. DVa poked her head and looked around before moving her hand over a light switch to her left. As the door closed behind them and the dangling white lights turned on, the two were at a loss for words with their jaws dropped.
The cave was the size as one of the hangers from the bunkers. Endless worktables, tool kits, and sheets of metal surrounded different vehicles such as a tank, a helicopter, and something that looked like a wrecking ball. Weapons were everywhere—pistols, assault rifles, shotguns, rocket launchers, and few others Brigitte had never seen before. The walls were made of earth except for the right, which had a garage door meters high labeled TAIL. To the left, the ground spiraled upwards like a slide for cars leading up to the ceiling, which was mainly composed of a massive trap door probably leading up to the surface.
Questions flooded into Brigitte's head. Why was all of this here? Had they had all of this during the attack, it was possible the mountain range could have been successfully defended. And what good were all these vehicles down below? Her logical conclusion was that these were experimental and classified, but what good was it to keep then beneath the ground? And the garage door labeled TAIL…she had no idea for that.
Brigitte's head buzzed much more than she had wanted it to. She winced, holding her throbbing forehead. DVa gave her a worried glance before scanning the floor. "There, let's take that one." In front of them several meters away was one of the State's infamous Humvee, a multi-purpose armored car with small square windows, an open ceiling hatch creating access to a mounted turret, and numerous bolts drilled into the sides of its armor. The desert-camoed vehicle had its doors wide open, revealing there were only two front seats; the back was pure open space except for the elevated platform leading to the turret.
Brigitte didn't argue. She spotted several other vehicles that structurally looked as fast as race cars, but none of them had space, a mounted machine gun, or even protective walls for that matter. It would only take a stray bullet if they were unlucky enough if they chose anything else.
As they moseyed, Brigitte's body became dramatically heavier. With each step she wobbled more, any pain she had being amplified. She collapsed a few feet away from the driver's seat on the left of the car.
"Oh, no…" DVa muttered as she knelt down on one knee, with Brigitte's arm still wrapped around her. "Come on, Brig, we're right here. Just a few more steps, work with me."
Through all of her pain, she couldn't help but feel a ping of joy. Brig?
Brigitte breathed like there was no tomorrow, making her breaths as big as she could muster. Her head felt light. "I…I can't…it's…it's…" Then her entire body went limp. It was basically her body saying, What the heck are you doing, brain? You see I'm injured and you're putting me through this? Nah, I'm taking the controls. Every time she ordered herself to move a muscle, she didn't. She couldn't. It was basically paralysis in her head. The only difference was that she could speak. "I…physically…can't…anymore."
DVa glanced at the door they came from before examining Brigitte. "Time's almost up, though…damn it." She unwrapped Brigitte's arm, grabbing her shield and mace. She threw them through the back door of the car without care before flipping Brigitte onto her back. Then with the cutest grunts and moans Brigitte had ever heard, DVa wrapped her arms beneath her legs and neck before barely lifting her princess style. She would have wrapped her arms around her neck had she not been so weak, but this was fine.
Brigitte shouldn't have been happy in a situation where she was weakened beyond movement with omnics still possibly pursuing them, but for some reason, her brain was saying this was one of the greatest moments she would have. She held back a light laugh as she stared at DVa's strained face, bulging her cheeks as if she was storing air in them. Her arms weren't thick, but she felt safe in them, with her fingers curling up around Brigitte's thighs and chest. DVa wobbled like a drunkard around the front of the car to the passenger seat, muttering something about life's difficulty settings. As DVa stood in front of the seat, her grunt turned into a triumphant yell. She lobbed Brigitte into the dust-colored chair before bending down onto all fours, gasping. "Please tell me the keys are in there," she moaned.
Brigitte looked at the engine keyhole with, indeed, a key lobbed inside. "Yeah. There is."
"[Thank you]," she said in Korean. She slowly stood back up onto her feet. She checked the glove compartment to find the car manual, a tool kit, and a medical kit. The tables around the back of the car had a rocket launcher and two plasma pistols. She punched her fist into the air. "[Yes]," she muttered. "Let me get back to you." She closed the doors on the left side, gathering the weapons and putting them in the back.
And as she closed all of the door, hopping into the driver's seat, she could hear a muffled drill and robotic barking coming from the other side of the hallway door.