#prometheus 001

Epimetheus glanced at his wrist while in the back of a taxi. The drive over to Prometheus place was realistically two hours away. The damn oil executive had to be fancy and live in the Hamptons far away from the city. Why couldn’t he be like a normal rich guy? Epimetheus groaned, growing restless in the car and wondering again, why he didn’t consider driving himself. Of course the answer was simple, he never considered much of anything before hand. 

When the cab finally pulled up to the compound looking real estate, Epimetheus paid the driver handsomely and gabbed the grocery bags from the trunk before letting himself in. “Yo, I’m here!” The titan called into the house, hearing his voice echo back at him.