Talk:Prometheus Corporation Naval Fleet/@comment-27820070-20151024195529

Underground Promethean R&D Facility

James Bloodridge was at the underground base for the past 3 weeks, attempting to perhaps think of a way to help gain momentum for Prometheus to become a feared superpower once again. As he paced around in his personal quarters, a informant entered his room, and handed him a letter. Immediately, Bloodridge tosses it aside.

"Any information gathered in the project?"

"No sir, no information," said the informant, timidly.

"Then what are you waiting for! Find the information, or I will have you tortured and shot!"

The informant soon rushed from the room, and once again, Bloodridge was left in solitude. He thought, perhaps there was something he left in his old home at Wyoming...

James Bloodridge donned his lab coat, and was just about to exit the facility when he was approached on by his personal advisor.

"Bloodridge, you know what price everyone has in your head. The UAC wants you dead, hell, everyone wants you dead."

"I don't care. They will never find me."

Bloodridge then turned around, and started to walk towards the exit again.

"The writing is on the wall, Bloodridge!"

Everyone in the Laboratory soon stopped working on their projects. Bloodridge grabs a pistol from a nearby weapons racket, and aims at the adviser's head.

"I wrote the damn writing, and the only writing on the wall is going to be down your dead throat," Bloodridge said in a suddenly deranged manner.

Bloodridge then empties his whole clip onto the poor adviser, and then went towards the exit. He looked at the laboratory, and saw everyone just blindly staring at him.

"Start working, or you will suffer the same fate!"

Bloodridge exited the base, and went towards a transport bay. He would board a Raven-Class gunship, which would head towards Wyoming. Very soon, he would get back to his old home...