Tension was high as he entered the surveillance room, in fact, the first
thing that he noticed was the atmosphere. All of their attention was drawn
towards one wall of monitors, and on it, a fierce battle raged. Human
soldiers were taking cover in foxholes, behind bodies; anything they can
hide behind they used. Two grunts were suddenly cast into into the air by
grenades - launched by their own people. A young man mades the mistake of
watching their ungraceful landing onto Xens rough terrain, and was cut down
by a bolt of electricity. At that point, it was clear that the Xonians were
winning the battle, and everybody involved knew it. The unfortunate
soldiers were battling their way to a glowing portal behind the attackers,
but were being held back by the sheer human hatred from the aliens. Gordon
watched the battle, transfixed, unable to believe the fierceness of the
fight, and unable to believe the bravery of the surviving grunts.
"Gordon, you have arrived at last. Forget your other assignment, this is urgent. We are opening a portal linked to the one behind the aliens you see there. There are good soldiers down there, who don't deserve to die like this. We need you to get them out." His employer said impatiently. Gordon gulped, glanced up from the screens, and replied:
"I don't think i'm the person you want for this."
"You're the best we have at the moment."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Look, there's no time to argue! Their lives are at risk, Freeman." He shouted.
"Okay, fine. I'll do it." Gordon forced himself to stay calm.
"Thank you. We've got the portal open, please, get to the teleportation chamber. Everything you'll need is down there." His employer gestured towards a doorway to his right. Gordon went through it in silence.
Gordon was handed an Assult rifle and four magazines as soon as he entered the vast chrome chamber. A few technicians quickly checked the giant machine standing in the centre, gave him the thumbs up, and exited without a word. Everything was set.
"Gordon, you have arrived at last. Forget your other assignment, this is urgent. We are opening a portal linked to the one behind the aliens you see there. There are good soldiers down there, who don't deserve to die like this. We need you to get them out." His employer said impatiently. Gordon gulped, glanced up from the screens, and replied:
"I don't think i'm the person you want for this."
"You're the best we have at the moment."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Look, there's no time to argue! Their lives are at risk, Freeman." He shouted.
"Okay, fine. I'll do it." Gordon forced himself to stay calm.
"Thank you. We've got the portal open, please, get to the teleportation chamber. Everything you'll need is down there." His employer gestured towards a doorway to his right. Gordon went through it in silence.
Gordon was handed an Assult rifle and four magazines as soon as he entered the vast chrome chamber. A few technicians quickly checked the giant machine standing in the centre, gave him the thumbs up, and exited without a word. Everything was set.