Distorted

Chapter 1

First chapter of my first fan fiction entry. If you like it please review, if you didn't like it... review it anyway.

Enjoy.

The G-man sat down on a faded and torn train seat. Out side the shattered windows there was nothing, just a black darkness that stretched out in all directions.

As he stared out in the black surroundings his "director" appeared in the seat opposite him. He had strong dislike for her, and a stronger dislike for who ever put her in charge of him. She insisted on doing most of her work the earth's surface, which was an insanely stupid thing to do as it was under Combine control. The G-man wouldn't be too upset if she caught a Combine bullet with her head, but that was very unlikely, not because she was a skilled fighter but because she would teleport to to a safe location before the bullet had even been fired.

She looked up at him and said, "Well it looks like Mr Free man's efforts will be in vain." Her voice was even and pleasant, not at all in tune for what they were discussing.

"Evan with the Citadel destroyed and Dr Breen dead?" asked the G-man in his distorted hiss.

"The Combine are already built another Citadel and claim that Dr Breen is alive," replied the director.

"Did doctor Breen survive the blast?" he hissed. If it was true that would mean most of Freeman's effort were in vain.

"No, he was destroyed in the most violent way possible," she showed the smallest possible smile before continuing, "The new doctor Breen is definitely a clone or a replica." Replicas were one of the Combines many ways of conquering worlds. They could make perfect copies of people, bringing dead enemy's back to life and sending them back to their comrades. However since replicas had no trace of the former person's personality they were easily caught, making them only useful for getting lead back to the enemy's base and conducting a quick assination on the most important person they could find. Therefore clones were a lot more preferable, but they needed a tissue sample to be made.

"Has the Combine destroyed the Resistance?" asked the G-man though he all ready knew what the answer would be.

"They defeated them about two days after doctor Freeman's incident on top of the Citadel," she said. The light tone of her voice was fading quickly. "However many of the Resistance fighters escaped and more and more people are starting to resent the Combine. We will have another uprising soon."

"And how will we stop the next uprising meeting the same bloody fate that the last one met?" sneered the G-man. "As good as Mr Freeman might have been he's no general. He knows nothing about war, about leading men."

The director was annoyed at the G-man's comments, she was the one who pushed to have Freeman sent back to earth and she was trying to get him sent back again for their second attempt to take earth back from the Combine. "Although the good doctor may not have the... benefits of the other candidates, his history is impressive."

The G-man waited for her to continue, hoping that she would agree not to use Freeman for their next attempt against the Combine.

"However many of our employers have something special in mind for Freeman, they have ordered me to send someone else," she said with a hint of anger now in her voice. "Do you have anyone who might suit the requirements?" the director asked.

"Yes I have someone who is just made for the job," answered the G-man who was failing to keep a hint of smugness from entering his voice.

"I'll inspect him shortly," she said. As she stood up to leave the G-man couldn't help smiling thinly, he knew that his replacement would pass all of her inspections.

Than as suddenly as they had appeared they both left the train car, leaving the old Black Mesa train sitting alone in the darkness.