This is my second attempt at a Half Life story. I will likely finish my first one, but I like this concept better, personally. Tell me what you think!
General Odessa Cubbage sat at his desk at the Pentagon, deep in thought. He snapped back into reality, hearing someone clear their throat.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Odessa demanded wearily, seeing the suited man standing before him, holding that damn briefcase, "I told you never to show your face in my office again!"
"Now, now…General Cubbage…remember your…manners…" The man said, straightening his tie. He had entered Odessa's office almost six months before, somehow slipping past security. He had called himself a spook working for the CIA, and gone off on about his important mission. He would not tell Odessa what this mission was, so of course he had declined. Since then, the man had gotten in eight more times, somehow avoiding security every time. Odessa had even gone so far as to post several guards at his door, but somehow the man always got in. Odessa had fired the guards, and thensimply stopped caring, accepting the man's entrances as unavoidable.
"I'm not going to accept your offer," Odessa said, lighting up a cigar.
"Be reasonable…General Cubbage…" The spook said, his voice raspy yet smooth, "It will save your…life…in coming…events…"
"Oh?" Odessa asked, not having heard this part before.
"When my…mission…is carried out…there will be much…collateral damage…" He said, "But with your…assistance…this can be…lessened…as well as…keeping you from…harm…"
"What the hell is this mission you keep talking about?" Odessa barked.
"Are you familiar with the Black…Mesa research facility…General Cubbage?" He asked.
"Of course I am. I authorized its production!"
"My mission involves its…well, let's just say we wont be needing it…anymore…"
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"I mean the facility is to…be destroyed…" The 'G-man' purred, "And you are…going to…help…"
"I will not help you murder thousands!"
"Oh…General Cubbage…it is not murder…it is…evolution…"