Something Has Survived Chapter 1: Black Ops Evac, a half-life fanfic

A/N: So, yeah… What can I say, I went to college, and I haven't had much time to do much of ANYTHING. I still love Half life, and am dying for Half Life 2 to come out. I went back and revised the original chapters, and now I'll be writing new chapters. Any reviews or ideas/thoughts you may have for the story, feel free. Happy new year.

Something Has Survived

Chapter One: Black Operations Evac

Black Mesa

=== 20 minutes after Black Operations Evac ===

=== 2+ hours after Marine Evac ===

It was blown to hell, the dimensional gateway was closed, the scientists were dead, and the survivors were gone. Any bodies that lay on the godforsaken earth in Black Mesa, lay under rubble. Freeman and a few other personnel had escaped amid all the chaos, but it didn't matter. The cover story had already been issued: nuclear reactor failure, fallout well contained…

Trenton sat with his legs hanging out of the black helicopter, a solemn, slightly sad expression on his face. He griped the black mask in his hands, while he gazed out at the small mushroom cloud surrounding the sandy hills, illuminating them in red. Trenton was about 5 foot 11, with dark brown hair and a scar on his left cheek. Trenton let out a sigh: one of relief, and one of regret. "The package" had been delivered, and he had "served his country" as the commander had barked in the mission briefing….

….Do this not only for your own goddamn country, do this for yourselves, and the everyday American, do you honestly believe the public could handle the shit that has happened over the last few hours….

The words echoed in Trenton's mind. "At least the mission is over," he thought as he looked at the other black helicopters moving behind. The other men in his squad were sitting in the rear of the helicopter, backs up against the walls, obviously exhausted. They had seen combat not only from marines, but from nightmarish creatures they had all been ordered to forget. The men gave each other only occasional glances, showing no camaraderie whatsoever. Everyone had a job to do, and no one gave a damn if a man was left behind.

Listening to his radio, he overheard a communication between one man, whom he recognized as the commander of this op, and another man, whos voice he didn't recognize.

"Yes sir, the objective was accomplished, we lost a little over half of our operatives in the process, but the mission was completed," the commander calmly replied over the radio static.

"Good work commander, you and your men have served your purpose nicccely, now do be good enough to stay on standby for any ahmm…. residual problems we may have from this little…. incident"

"Sir," the commander responded, "I was told this would be one singular assignment, I don't thi– "

"You have your orders," the unfamiliar voice angrily interrupted, and then abruptly switched off.

Trenton stared at the radio for a few moments, then back up at the small mushroom cloud, still fading. "How could this mission get any worse."