A Vehicle Has Been Provided

The vehicle that Prometheus had ‘provided’ was a matte-black, armored transport, utterly devoid of markings. It was a ghost, a piece of hardware that, until moments ago, hadn’t existed.

Its doors hissed open, revealing an interior that was as sterile and featureless as its exterior. There was no driver’s seat, no manual controls, just a series of minimalist benches lining the walls.

Silas was the first to move, his movements economical and precise. He scanned the interior of the transport with a practiced eye, his gaze lingering on the seamless join of the walls and floor. ‘No seams, no panels,’ he noted, his voice a low murmur. ‘This thing wasn’t assembled. It was printed.’

Reyes followed him in, his hand resting on the grip of his sidearm. He ran a hand along the smooth, cool surface of the bench. ‘And the destination?’ he asked, his voice tight. ‘The Oakwood Facility. What is it?’

Kenji was the last to enter, his expression a mixture of awe and terror. ‘I don’t know,’ he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. ‘I never designed a facility with that name. It’s… new.’