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The player (I'll call him: Combine or Union when he reveals it okay? It hurts me too.) eyed the camp. Which looks like an abandoned vehicle factory, with one rectangular wall, six towers on strategic places, two factory buildings, three storage buildings and headquarters in the middle of it all. Atleast forty five guards were out, half of them in vehicles.
The bartender wasn't kidding when he said they have some mighty weaponry, but alas, they ain't powerful enough to destroy striders or gunships.
"Cover!" A shotgunner shouted, the rest of his squad moving to the next cover as bullets whizzed by them. Many more similar shouts can be heard.
As for the player, he was standing. On a chain link fence. On the air. Frozen. Do you want to build a snowman?
Atleast ten striders surrounded the camp, knocking over towers, blowing stuff up, impaling poor saps or all of the mentioned. Their hunter escorts assisting in their carnage. Gunships did strafing runs and hunter choppers bombed the place carefully, as to not do friendly fire. Soldiers poured out of the holes in the wall, going to the next cover they see.
'When I get internet...everything will fear my wrath!' After thinking that, he can't help but laugh at how ridiculous it sounded.
He grabbed his Physgun again, unfreezing the prop beneath him. That caused him to fall down at high speeds, he undid the prop as soon as he hit the ground.
Since default GMod fall damage is ten, he felt exactly that. A slight cracking of bones was heard by his ears.
"Owie! That's going to hurt a bit." He gritted his teeth as he carried himself to a nearby storage building wall. Two squads of soldiers were these too, unmoving, calculating, not even a single word aside from an occasional utterance of a 'hold' command. The player spotted a door nearby.
After applying a health vial on his legs, he ordered the soldiers to breach the storage building. Leading the two squads, he kicked the door down.
He was met by a multitude of bullets on him, dealing a bit of damage to his shield.
Luckily, the hail of bullets was stopped by another hail. He heard the shouts of the guards dying and screams of terror from an unknown source. The source was revealed to be atleast 10 women and children, looking at the group that just killed their captors.
"All of you, stay here, don't get them killed." The player ordered. The soldiers soundlessly formed a protective circle around them, shotgunners on doors, SMGs on cover and AR2s on high ground.
He ran out to hell again, dodging and being hit by bullets as he ran to a dead shotgunner which was behind a broken car. He was close to the headquarters now and hearing from the radio that the soldiers used, the buildings were secured, the outside perimeter was clean and minimal combine casualties were taken.
Picking up the shotgun which the now dead NPC used, he widened his eyes as he read what it actually is.
"Oh. My. God. I can be cancer? Hell yeah, I wanna be cancer!" He bounced up and down giddily, only to drop back down as soon as bullets rained down on him.
He picked up the radio from the dead shotgunner. "Order the striders to fire their main guns on the emplacements, the hunter choppers to bomb the ceilings to allow rappelling or combine gunship support. Remaining containment units move up as soon as those emplacements are down. Those with civilians are to remain."
"Affirmative."
He heard a few menacing booms and ran to the door, that lead to the insides of the headquarters, closest to him. Opening it and closing it afterwards.
He sighed in relief as he slid down a wall of a hallway, sitting against it. Then, the door which he had entered from was kicked open. A few squads filing in, he heard a few doors being kicked down and shouts followed.
The five squads that had entered looked at him, he stood up and ordered them to follow his lead.
Five minutes in...
"Cover!" The player shouted.
The squad accompanying him unloaded their ammo on the hostiles, ending them quickly.
"Oh...um." Sheepish, he gestures to move on. Stepping over a dead body.
Ten minutes in...
"Shit..." A corpse belonging to a teenage girl no older than 16 sat on a chair. Blindfolded, bruised, bleeding and tied up.
Well, it was a corpse until she started coughing.
"OH SHIT!" Thinking fast, he spawned a pair of resistance medics.
"Help her out." He ordered.
"Yes sir." Male_02 obeyed. That surprised him, he didn't know they have different speech patterns.
Shortly after stabilizing the poor girl, he ordered a squad to stay with her.
Fifteen minutes in...
"OH GOD!" Quickly shutting his eyes, shooting the guard that was doing explicit content and going next to the doorway.
He drew a deep breath. "Check on them." He said numbly to the other pair of resistance medics he had just spawned.
They nodded and went inside.
Twenty minutes in...
"Shoot and this bitch is dead!" A muscular man with a bushy mustache grabbed a woman's head and lifted it up to placed a knife on her throat.
The player slowly did his magic, spawning a poison headcrab behind his opponent.
"I s-AHHHH" he was cut off by the headcrab sinking its teeth/fangs on his back. The player noticed something and wondered.
He looked like he was paralyzed.
Will a simple 9mm bullet kill him? Considering the poison reduced health to one.
The player grabbed him by the throat, a USP match on his hand. The headcrab kept on infecting its 'venom'.
"You shouldn't have said that." He shook his head, aiming the pistol on his head. Slowly pulling the trigger.
"Wait! Don't!" He stopped, looking into the woman with a deadpan.
"We should turn him in." She suggested.
"Should we?" He repeated, raising a brow.
"Please. He doesn't deserve this. No one does."
"Well, you should have told me before I told my friends here to massacre the various guards and rapists." Her eyes widened in response.
"W-what?"
'Are you kidding me, woman?' He thought bitterly, moving his USP away from the man's head and pulling out a radio.
"Fine. Containment squad. We have a prisoner, take care of him."
"Affirmative."
He placed it back on his pocket. Staring into the woman's eyes, innocent and pure. Man, wouldn't he want to bring it all down.
But he wasn't like that. The prisoner was held up by two soldiers and carried away.
"Fix her up will you? I need to talk to her about something." He ordered a pair of medics.
He walked away, going back to the civilians in the storage buildings.
On his way, he sighed. "I need internet so badly."
He really does.
Just like me! Haha!
Not seriously I need it, I need to catch up on YouTube videos.
