Chapter 2: Complications

So he was still alive. Gordon Freeman was still alive.

'Well, If I'm lucky I can get him to help me in my fight,' thought Drake.

"Still, he's run off over that way, and I'm stuck over here with a platoon of radio heads between us," he sighed out loud.

"Yes, the lack of any armament would make your mission rather difficult," Drake heard a familiar, yet unfriendly voice say. Drake turned around and there on the bed frame sat the blue suit. "Still, I cannot interfere in your mission. My employers would not like this."

"To hell with your employers, and your secrecy," yelled Drake. "How long have I been incapacitated, who the hell are those guys, why is Gordon Freeman running from them, and what the hell am I supposed to do?"

"All in due time, Mister Morian," replied the blue suit. "Still, you've done well to adapt to the situation. I just wanted to see your reaction to that situation. So, I will tell you a small amount of information. Head towards the river and you will find allies. If you make it there, I'll even leave you a 'volunteer' I have handpicked."

With this the blue suit got up and walked toward the door of the room. Once he opened the door he stopped and said, "Continue to impress me, Mister Morian." He then walked out the door and quietly closed it behind him.

"Hey not so fast you." Drake yelled as he ripped open the door. However, the blue suit was nowhere to be seen. "Fucking politicians," he muttered.

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Drake quickly ducked into the doorway of the building. He had just looked out the door and saw two armoured vehicles unload two platoons of radio heads, right in front of the building with two smokestacks down the street. Almost all of the radio heads went into the building, only two stayed outside in front of the building.

Drake took another look around the corner. One of the radio heads turned and looked in his direction. Drake quickly ducked into the doorway once again.

'Shit, did he see me?' Drake thought to himself. He didn't want to see what might happen to him if he was caught seeing what he was seeing. He entered the building's lobby and slightly hid himself in the closet.

The radio head got closer to the building. He got to the door and stood there. Drake could hear the radio head breathing into the radio.

"Heh, civilians really need to keep their doors shut. If we ration the electricity any more then they'll have no heat for the winter." He heard the radio head say. Then the actual radio crackled to life. "Metro cop, unit 21709, Platoon 6882 and 7987 are both reporting unusual lifesigns. Go inside and see what has gone wrong." The radio head then grunted and sighed, "Damn, Overwatch. Why can't they just ask 6882 and 7987 themselves."

'So they're called Metro cops, huh?' Drake thought. 'Damn it, now's not the time. I have to get rid of them. One's going in, maybe I can get rid of the other one."

Drake felt like he waited there for and eternity. The metro cop who had just walked near him had returned to the second metro cop. The two seemed to talk for a short while, and then Unit 21709, as Drake had heard the first metro cop be called, entered the smokestack building. Drake had to choose his timing carefully; if he went too early he would be spotted by the remaining metro cop. If he waited the other two platoons would come back, and might be spotted. He didn't want to take that chance.

The remaining metro cop started patrolling the cars, once he was on the other side Drake rushed up to the nearer armoured car. Time seemed to slow down for Drake; he waited. Once he heard the breaths coming through the radio on one side of the car, Drake ran to the opposite side. He needed a weapon, but there was nothing he could use.

He almost ran around the car on the same side as the metro cop. Once he spotted the cop he quickly reversed his movement and swung around the car again. Luckily, the metro cop hadn't heard him. So Drake peeked around the car. To his delight he saw something he could use, there on the cops utility belt was a stun baton.

'Maybe if I sneak up on him I can take it off and knock him out,' Drake thought. It was the best he could come up with at the moment and time was short.

He ducked around the corner and stayed low as he approached the cop. Eight feet, six feet, four feet, he got closer. Once he was two feet from the metro cop, he lunged and swiped the baton; tackling the metro cop accidently in the process.

"What the ..." Drake heard the metro cop exclaim. But he wouldn't let the cop continue. Instinctively, he found the switch to turn the baton on. He swung and made direct contact with the head. The radio, beeped the started to spew static, before the Overwatch voice came through.

"Unit down at, tenement block; nearby units engage," Overwatch said.

"What's there going to be to engage? I'm outta here," Drake said out loud. He found talking to himself comforting in an odd way. Of course, it had kept him sane during the Black Mesa Incident. He bolted down the street and ran into a nearby alley.

He kept running, he hopped over fences, climbed fire escapes; he did anything just to keep moving. However, almost every turn had another small group of metro cops. They guarded doors, which seemed to lead to rooms with even more cops doing something to someone. Whatever, it was it sounded painful.

Only a few metro cops ran after him, the others continued to guard their posts. Drake kept running, but the cops always seemed close behind.

He ducked into an alley within an alley, hoping the move would throw them off. All the same he kept moving down this small alley.