I'm not too sure on this either. This needs work I think.
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"Damn it Gordon. What were you doing out there? You were helping that goddamn soldier while others were dying. I saw them dying! We lost a lot of good men out there. Why did you let it happen? Why?" He paced around his office.
"Why did I let it happen? I couldn't just leave him there to die, could I? I didn't want the bloody assignment in the first place. This place is full of trained marines, why couldn't you have just sent a squad of them down?"
"I have my reasons Freeman."
"What the Hell do you mean? If you're going to insist on sending me each time there's a problem on Xen at least give me a proper briefing and some training. How did you expect me to help those soldiers? I didn't even know what was going on."
"There wasn't enough time for a briefing, we didn't even know what was happening ourselves. You've let us all down Freeman."
"I did my best. If that's not good enough for you, get some other poor sucker to do stuff like this for you."
"You didn't do your best out there Freeman. If you acted there like you did at Black Mesa they wouldn't have known what had hit them."
"I wasn't forced to do what I did at Black Mesa. I acted like that because there was no other alternative."
"And you're saying that there was another earlier?"
"No, but-"
"Gordon, i'm getting sick of your insolence. You're dismissed. Be here tomorrow at ten am."
"I look forward to it." Gordon backed out of the room, his employer's iron stare following him out of the doorway. 'Damn it. Why me?.' He wandered down the hallways until he got to the door of his room. He typed in his security code, moved straight to his bed and sat down. He only then realised that a trickle of blood was making its way down his cheek, and he angrily wiped it aside. He wearily glanced at the digital clock beside him. '11:56PM? Already? Whatever.' He was tired, and eager to get some sleep, so he stumbled into his bathroom, quickly shedded his HEV, washed, changed, collapsed into bed, and slept.
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"Damn it Gordon. What were you doing out there? You were helping that goddamn soldier while others were dying. I saw them dying! We lost a lot of good men out there. Why did you let it happen? Why?" He paced around his office.
"Why did I let it happen? I couldn't just leave him there to die, could I? I didn't want the bloody assignment in the first place. This place is full of trained marines, why couldn't you have just sent a squad of them down?"
"I have my reasons Freeman."
"What the Hell do you mean? If you're going to insist on sending me each time there's a problem on Xen at least give me a proper briefing and some training. How did you expect me to help those soldiers? I didn't even know what was going on."
"There wasn't enough time for a briefing, we didn't even know what was happening ourselves. You've let us all down Freeman."
"I did my best. If that's not good enough for you, get some other poor sucker to do stuff like this for you."
"You didn't do your best out there Freeman. If you acted there like you did at Black Mesa they wouldn't have known what had hit them."
"I wasn't forced to do what I did at Black Mesa. I acted like that because there was no other alternative."
"And you're saying that there was another earlier?"
"No, but-"
"Gordon, i'm getting sick of your insolence. You're dismissed. Be here tomorrow at ten am."
"I look forward to it." Gordon backed out of the room, his employer's iron stare following him out of the doorway. 'Damn it. Why me?.' He wandered down the hallways until he got to the door of his room. He typed in his security code, moved straight to his bed and sat down. He only then realised that a trickle of blood was making its way down his cheek, and he angrily wiped it aside. He wearily glanced at the digital clock beside him. '11:56PM? Already? Whatever.' He was tired, and eager to get some sleep, so he stumbled into his bathroom, quickly shedded his HEV, washed, changed, collapsed into bed, and slept.