FADE IN:
INT. Site-19 Administrative Sector
An Intelligence Agency operative leans back at his desk, using his computer. Alarms blast outside, the message, “ALL NON-COMBATIVE PERSONNEL REPORT TO THE BREACH SHELTER IMMEDIATELY” sounding on the PA system. He wears a black trench coat, with a matching fedora. We can see his gun safe in the background. Inside? His platinum Kriss Vector, awarded for extensive service to the foundation. His callsign is Prometheus, and also our narrator.
NARRATOR
You see a lot of weird, ugly stuff in this line of work. Good men torn to shreds by monsters. Villages leveled by violent cogniohazards. Entire realities destroyed by eldritch demons… But fighting other people. That’s what really hits you the hardest. I’m not a paid killer…
A chaos insurgency conscript opens the door to his office, point his cheap rifle at PROMETHEUS’s face. The fool.
INSURGENT
Got you now, idiot…
Quickly, PROMETHEUS grabs his standard Walther P99 from his desk and fires 4 round into the conscripts face. He falls with a scream, likely attracting more raiders.
PROMETHEUS
Ah great, they’ve gotten to ADMINISTRATION now. Time to get to work.
He walks to his gun safe, and opens the 4 digit code lock. He loads the Kris’s Vector with .357 SIG, switching to full auto. He also equips a MTF plate carrier, “borrowed” from the armory.
NARRATOR
I’m the guy you call when everything you know falls apart…
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