"One... Two..." He began, preparing his pistol for a melee attack, "Three!" He burst through the wooden door to find what looked like closet of supplies.
Meta let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Nothing jumped out, at least. "Now, let's see if we can find anything of use." Meta begins digging through the nearest shelf. "Yes! A flashlight!" he exclaimed. His excitement immediately is crushed. "No batteries..."
Fire searched through the room and was pleased to find a clip, but he wasn't pleased to see the dead scientist who appeared to have been clinging onto it for dear life. Breeze jumped back at the sight, then carefully went in to grab the clip.
"That poor soul..." Meta stares at the dead scientist. He begins shifting about uncomfortably again. "There is something about that corpse that... nevermind." Meta quickly leaves the storage room, his horn no longer glowing. "Did you find any batteries? If we don't find a light source, we'll be proper screwed."
"Nope..." He said, picking a small lighter he noticed out of the scientist's pocket, "But I found a lighter."
"Very good. Looks like you're our new light-bearer. I need to be careful not to over-extend myself, in case we really get in trouble," Meta explains. "Once you're done in there, we need to track down a computer terminal. Every floor has at least one, if I'm not mistaken."
"Excellent." Meta stated with a forceful nod of his head. "Now, assuming this floor is similar in layout to the one I usually work in, there should be a long hallway just down here on the left..." Meta freezes. "What was that?" He held his breath and didn't move a muscle. A chill swept over him.
The room began to chill, not just from the fear the two felt, but in general. A mist floated about the room, expanding. "What in the name of Celestia..."
Meta sniffs the air just slightly. His eyes grow wide in shock. He immediately throws one hoof over his nose and mouth and swats the lighter out of the guard's mouth. It falls to the floor, extinguished. "It's a gas leak!" muffles Meta.
"Just my luck..." He mutters, picking the lighter back up, keeping it unlit, "Let's get outta here before on of us passes out."
"I think I remember the way now, this hallway looks familiar. And try not to breath too much!" Meta said in between breathy gasps. He lit his horn back up and galloped down the hallway. "It's got to be here close..."
"Shouldn't be a problem." Hecsaid, strapping on his gas mask, "Check every room, we might find some extra goodies too."
"You can take your time and search to your heart's content, but I need to find the computer terminal to see if I can shut off the gas," Meta managed to choke out in between gasps. His eyes began watering. He took off down the hallway, taking the only light source with him.
"Just... a bit... further... " Meta rasps as he continues his mad dash down the corridor. Doors fly past as he desperately searches for a control room. "I.. don't think... I..." Meta begins choking violently as the leaking gas catches up to him. He slows down his sprint before finally collapsing.
"Ah crap!" He yells out before quickly transferring the mask to Meta's face, then begins carrying him, "We gotta find someplace safe..."
