Okay, I want you people to give a twenty-one gun salute to Ender, my beta reader!
*POW POW POW POW POW CLICK* Gordon reloaded his Glock and stepped out of the way as a stream of blood cascaded from the barnacle above. He had no idea what he was going to do. A military death squad was on the loose in the Black Mesa Research Facility. Bloodthirsty aliens coming from God knows where were on a rampage. His panicking colleagues were at the top of the endangered species list. And here he, Doctor Gordon Freeman, one of the few people in any condition to fight back, was stuck in the thick of it all.
'Maybe I'm doomed.' Gordon thought. 'Maybe that no matter what I do, it won't be enough.' Walking over to the edge of the metal walkway, he peered into the black depths below. 'Maybe I should just kill myself.' The image almost instantly appeared in Gordon's mind. He could see himself hurtling through the abyss below and meet his end at the floor that lay somewhere below. He was horrified of the idea. Shaking his head, he pushed himself away from the guardrail.
"I have to survive. I'm NOT just going to lie down and let my enemies kill me. If I die, it'll be on my terms. I'll go down fighting." Gordon's stomach growled. And, despite the severity of the entire situation, he grinned. 'But I have to get some food in my stomach or I won't have the energy to do anything.' Taking out his Colt, he jogged down the hallway. Running up a ramp, Gordon could see that his path branched left into a pair of laser tripmines and laser activated turrets and the path to his right lead into a storage area. He took the path to his right.
Inside a trio of barnacle tongues hung down from above and Gordon could hear the chatter of marines above him. 'Shit, better not open the boxes then.' Seeing a conveyor belt to his left, he jumped on and started making his way to other end. As the belt was still active, Gordon's progress was hampered but he rapidly made it across. Jumping off the belt, he found himself in another storage area with a bunch of military crates stacked in it.
To his left a pair of 9mm clips for a M635 rested on a pair of small crates. Further to his left a fully charged medstation and HEV charger were mounted on the wall. Ignoring the ammunition, Gordon jumped over the crates and charged his suit up to 100% protection. With the extended energy shield over his head, the room seemed to take on an orange tint. He wondered if he should put his glasses back on, but decided against it. After all, he only needed them to read.
Gordon's stomach growled again. 'Damn, I really need to eat.' After the accident, he had lost all sense of time. Looking around, he saw another conveyor belt above him. Using the numerous boxes as steps, he climbed onto the belt and quickly scrambled to the other end. As soon as Gordon jumped off a burst from an automatic weapon peppered the wall to his right. "Stay the fuck away!"
Before he could see who was shooting another burst was let loose. *DATDATDAT PI-PING PING* 'Shit!" Gordon saw that the last few rounds had ricocheted off the wall onto a gasoline filled barrel. "Stop shooting dumbass or else we're both dead!" "Shut up!" Gordon could tell from the sound of the person's voice that it was someone young, twenty-one at the most and he was scared.
'If I don't stop him he'll kill us both.' Taking a deep breath, Gordon rolled out from behind the olive green boxes and sprayed the area with fire from his Colt. *DATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDAT* The burst had only meant to force the man to get behind cover but unfortunately some of the shots struck him in the face, shattering the goggles and killing him. "Aw shit."
Gordon felt horrible at what he had done. Marine or not, this guy didn't belong here. He walked over and inspected the body. "PFC Plisken" The tag on his PCV read. Gordon didn't have a clue what PFC meant. His stomach growled yet again. 'Damn, I've gotta get some food.' He wasn't about to walk all the way back to the cafeteria and since he had never been in this section of the facility, he had no idea when he'd find another one.
'What a second doesn't the military carry that packaged food with them?' To his left Gordon could see a military crate right next to a medstation. He opened it up and after rummaging around some, found what he was looking for. Three brown plastic packages marked Meal-Ready-to-Eat or MRE for short. Gordon grabbed one of them and tore it open without much difficulty. Leaning his rifle against the crate, he sat down and enjoyed his first meal of the day.
In another part of the facility, a man ran. What was he running from? Everything. He was running from the military. He was running from the aliens. He was running from himself. He suffered the guilt that he alone was responsible for what had happened. That he had been played for as a fool.
Gunfire erupted from behind him. The military had locked onto him again. 'Damn tracers' he thought. He would remove his suit, but it was the only thing that was keeping him alive. He reached for his Colt Python. His fingers grasped around the warm metal. Yanking it out of his left thigh holster, he tumbled and landed in a kneeling position and facing towards the grunts. *BAM BAM BAM BAM* His days as a US Marine continued to serve him now.
All four .357 slugs buried themselves within the skulls of his pursuers. He stood up and reholstered the firearm. He was alive for the moment. But in war, that could change within a blink of an eye.
Gordon nibbled at the nut covered brownie bar as he looked over a few other things that were in the crate. Most of it was standard stuff like shovels and whatnot. He found a rifle cleaning manual as well as the required materials. That was a definite take. Gordon knew that before this was over, he would need to clean his guns.
Another thing of interest that he found was a booklet entitled "Essential Subjects". He flipped through, finding nothing of any real interest to him. On one page he found something that was called creed of the Marine. This is how it went.
This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle without me is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will…
My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hit that counts. We will hit…
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights, and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will…
Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but Peace!
Gordon stared at the book at moment longer before deciding to take it with him. It might prove to be a boredom reliever during dull moments. Plus, as that old saying goes, 'Know yourself, know your enemy, and you hold the key to victory'. He gathered up his things and dropped down to the hall below, being careful not to trip the laser beams. Gordon smashed the emergency door lock with his elbow. Warning klaxons sounded and red lights flashed as the fire truck red door started to grind close.
Gordon hopped over a tripmine that that had been placed and heard movement to his left. Two of his colleagues dash out of an alcove. "Take me with you! I'm the one man who knows everything!" Gordon's eyes widened. "WAIT!" Quickly reloading his rifle, Gordon rushed out and looked around for the marines.
They made themselves known by opening fire on the unarmed men. "You fucking bastards!" Gordon shouted out as he ran forward.
Doctor Ken Birdwell lied on the floor. It was a funny thing. He had always assumed that being shot hurt. But he felt no pain. Looking to his right he could see Backman also lying on the floor. The blank stare in his eyes chilled Ken as he knew that he too would wear the same expression soon. Gunfire erupted around him. Through his blurred vision he could make out a figure in orange shooting a gun.
His breathing was relaxed and normal. If Ken didn't feel the wetness on his body and the smell of his own blood, he wouldn't even know that he had been shot. A muffled curse was heard on he saw a camouflaged body struggle with one of those barnacle creatures. Ken watched as the man dropped his rifle and began to pry the tongue off his body. Ken turned away, already knowing that the man would lose.
A final series of shot was heard and the barnacle released its grip on the now dead man. Then all of a sudden the pain started. He could feel his breath grow short and ragged. He lost command of his limbs and began to panic. He didn't want to die. But then again, no one did. He began to drift into his mind. He felt himself back home with his ex-wife. She sat there on their porch and smiled at him, all transgressions between them forgotten.
The feeling of being grabbed jerked Ken out of his daydream. "You said you knew what happened. Tell me!" Ken summoned what little remained of his strength to look at who was holding him. "Who…?" His eyes focused one last time. "Freeman…" He could feel his body shutting down as he passed onto judgment before God. "What happened!?" Gordon yelled out. "Up… you were… set up…"
"Who set me up?!? Tell me!" It was no use. The man was dead. "Shit!" Gordon released the now dead man. "I was so close. I was so God damn close!" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It didn't matter now. Gordon had to keep on fighting, keep on killing. It was the only chance he had at making it out of this deathtrap in one piece. Well in body at least, his mind would be an entirely different battle but he couldn't worry about that part now.
Reloading his rifle and taking the ammunition from the dead marines, Gordon jogged up the two floors of metal walkways and through the passageway up top. He was still in pretty good condition. Health was at ninety-eight percent and armor was at ninety. He passed over the same pit as before (not before taking out the barnacles) and emerged on the top of another warehouse.
"Yeah right Stevenson. Like there's a chance in hell we'll be pulling out of here anytime soon." Marines. "Shit." Gordon silently got onto his belly and crawled forward slowly. Peering over the edge of the walkway he saw another trio of soldiers standing guard over one of the elevators to the surface. For a moment, Gordon had a crazy idea of stealing a vehicle and high-tailing to the nearest five-star hotel.
Shaking the fantasy out of his head, Gordon carefully raised the Colt to his shoulder. He took aim on the marine leaning against a bunch of boxes stamped with the Black Mesa logo. *DATDATDATDATDATDATDAT* Every single shot it home and the soldier went down like a sack of potatoes. The other two marines scrambled for cover, one behind some boxes and the other behind a pillar.
Gordon continued to fire in three round bursts. *DATDATDAT DATDATDAT DATDAT KIK* 'What the hell?' Gordon squeezed the trigger again. *KIK* *DATDATDATDATDATDATDAT* "Shit!" He scuttled backwards out of the soldiers line of fire. Turning the rifle to the side, Gordon saw what the problem was. One of the shell casings had gotten caught and didn't extract.
He quickly went to work. Pressing the slide release catch, he grabbed the thin mag and placed it on the ground. *DATDATDATDATDATDAT PI-PING* Ducking his head reflexively, Gordon waited a moment before continuing. He pulled back the charging handle for the rifle and locked it open. Using his finger, Gordon managed to pry the casing out of the chamber. After a quick look to make sure there wasn't any other problems, he reinserted the clip and chambered a round. *CUNK* He looked to his right and nearly froze.
A grenade had landed right next to him.
Gordon picked himself off of the ground and dashed away from the explosive weapon. *BBBOOOOM* The explosion lifted Gordon off of the ground and sent him flying to the floor below. Crashing through the boxes, he finally stopped when he slammed into the wall. Pain messages went to his brain from all over his body. He tasted blood in his mouth as well. Gordon heard the pounding boots of the marines. "Pick that son of bitch off the floor."
Gordon moaned in pain and weak protest as he was forced onto his feet. "Well, well, well, look who we have here." The squad leader grabbed Gordon's jaw and forced him to look at his face. "You're quite the soldier Freeman. Consider this a military funeral." The bereted man took a step back and pumped his S.P.A.S. once. *SHUNK-CHUNK*
The man thumbed the double tap feature and pressed the cold barrel against Gordon's skull. "Any last words asshole?" Gordon mumbled a reply. "What the fuck did you just say?" Gordon lifted his face and grinned at the man. "I'm not done." The soldier looked at him blankly. *PAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPA*
Gordon had taken out his Glock and flicked it over to automatic. The 9x19mm rounds pummeled the marines' PCV. The man stumbled backwards and dropped his shotgun in surprise. Gordon grabbed the weapon and rolled to a kneeling position. He aimed it at the soldier holding the rifle. Behind the reflective goggles the man's eyes widened. *BL-BLAM* The buckshot utterly destroyed his head and the body fell to the ground.
He spun around and pointed at the single marine left. *SHUNK-CHUNK* "WAIT! Please, I have a family!" Gordon picked the man up and shoved him against a nearby box. "Why the fuck should I? We called for help and you guys came to kill us all!" Gordon threw him against the concrete pillar.
"You have murdered helpless men and for what? National security?"
"I don't know. We-"
"DON"T JERK AROUND WITH ME!"
Gordon struck the man's face hard with the butt of the shotgun. All the rage he had been building up ever since the cascade occurred was being released. The soldier cried out and fell to the ground, holding his now bleeding mouth. Gordon put his foot on his chest and pressed down hard, restricting his airflow. "Why the fuck should I spare you? You claim to have a family. People around here had families but did you ask them? No! You just shot on sight like the good little soldier you are."
He pressed the barrel right against the man's forehead. The black beret had fallen off, revealing his crew-cut red hair underneath. His pupils were wide with fear and his face pale as a white linen sheet. Gordon's trigger finger twitched. He had every right to kill this man. It was a kill or be killed situation. The military had fired the first shot, so the Black Mesa personnel had no choice but fight back.
"Please…" The man was crying now. "Please don't kill me. I'll do anything." Gordon stared at him, the hatred and fury still burning hot.
Gordon tossed the weapon by the elevator.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you…" The man kept on repeating those words. Gordon picked him off the floor. "Now you listen, and listen well. I am going to go up that elevator. You try to stop me, and I will kill you. You try to follow me, and I will kill you. Understand?" The marine gave several quick nods. "Good." Gordon stared at him for a moment longer before releasing his grip.
Not knowing where his rifle had gone, he picked up the headless soldier's one. He calmly walked up to the cargo elevator. A health charger was mounted on the wall to the left. Gordon drained it of its compound, bringing his health up eight-nine percent. That grenade and fall had done a number on him. His armor charge was reduced down to forty-nine percent. But none of that mattered right now.
Gordon could feel the breeze flowing down the elevator. Finally, after hours of running around underground, he would see the sky. He pressed the button to the right of the elevator. The grating swished opened and the surface beckoned him. Gordon cast one last look over at the soldier. He has sitting down and staring back, waiting for Gordon to leave.
That's exactly what happened. Gordon stepped into elevator and pressed the up button. The doors banged shut behind him and the floor slowly began to rise. Gordon didn't know what he would find at the top. Whether it was a means of escape or a whole platoon of marines he didn't care. This would be it. His mind wandered back to his college days at MIT, specifically to the months before his graduation.
Gordon remembered that one of his roommates had brought a couple of action games with him. Personally Gordon preferred games like the Myst and King's Quest series. But his situation was exactly like the ending of one the games his roommate played. What was it called again? Oh yeah, Max Payne. Gordon was reminded of the last level intro when Max rode up the elevator to face the woman who had thrown New York City into chaos and killed his family.
He remembered what it said on one of the other levels. 'The trick is that there is no trick. It didn't matter how strong or how good you are, no secret mantra. The only thing you could do is hang on as madly and as hard as possible.' Words of truth if Gordon ever heard them. The elevator reached halfway. The sound of choppers filled the desert air like the incessant chatter of crickets. Soldiers were being deployed downwards from insertion craft, spreading like some sort of disease over the surface.
An air strike landed nearby. The gears for the cargo elevator ground to a halt just short of the top. Gordon reloaded all of his weapons. Holding his Colt M635 tightly in his hands, he stepped off of the elevator. Several crates were stacked nearby, all of them bearing military markings and painted in green camo. Undoubtedly the Marines were moving their own supplies into the base.
Outside the setting sun painted the desert sky a shade of red. Gordon didn't see any soldiers nearby. Outside of the warehouse machine gun fire was heard all around and the yard was full of containers. All of a sudden, half a dozen soldiers revealed themselves from behind the crates and pointed their rifles at Gordon. "Give it up Freeman! We've got you surrounded!" Gordon had only one reply. "Go fuck yourselves!"
Gordon dove behind cover to his left as a maelstrom of bullets erupted from the squad of marines. Switching his rifle for the S.P.A.S, he crouched down and waited for some idiot to rush in and try to take him out. Instead two grenades were thrown in. 'Oh shit!' Gordon kicked one to the other side of the room and picked up the other one. Tossing the grenade back at the soldiers, he ducked into the corner. *BOOOOMMM BBOOMMM*
The two grenades exploded, one caving in the elevator. As for the other one, a soldier had sacrificed himself for his squad by jumping onto the grenade taking the full force of the explosion. Ignoring the blinding dust, Gordon leaned out from behind the wall and looked for a target. *BL-BLAM SHUNK-CHUNK* The soldier went down. *DATDATDATDATDATDAT PING KI-PING*
The other soldiers fired blindly into the small building. Or so Gordon thought. In reality they were laying down covering fire, forcing him to stay inside. One soldier quickly jumped in and took Gordon by surprise. The soldier kicking him the gut, Gordon grunted and brought his shotgun up. The soldier grabbed it with his left hand pulled Gordon closer to him. Rearing his head back, the marine head butted Gordon.
His vision swam and he fell to the floor. The soldier pointed his rifle down. Gordon dropped the S.P.A.S. and rolled to side. *DATDATDATDATDATDATDAT KI-KING* The 9mm bullets chipped up pieces of concrete and the ricochet nearly destroyed the nearby medstation. Gordon jumped to his feet and brought out his crowbar. The soldier faced Gordon, only to get the two and half feet long piece of steel slam into the side of his head.
Gordon quickly picked up his shotgun and blasted the guy away. Three down, three to go. Switching over to his Colt, he rolled out into the middle of the doorway and fired at the first moving object he saw. *DATDATDATDATDATDATDAT* The bullets pounded the squad leader's PCV, draining it of its charge. Gordon followed up with a grenade of his own. *BBBOOOOM* Only one more left.
The marine in question sprung out from Gordon's right and gave him a hard fist into his chest. Gordon stumbled back. The marine drew his sidearm, the Beretta M92FS. *POW POW POW POW POW* Each round drained Gordon's already diminished armor even more. He did something drastic.
He dropped down into a prone position, knowing full well that a bullet could hit his head. The soldier followed Gordon's movement but it was too late. *DATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDAT* In a hail of bullets, the last marine fell. Gordon lied there on the ground just breathing. The odds had been six to one, all in the soldiers favor. They had weeks of training in fighting and weapon usage. He just had a quick five minute course with a single weapon. Now, if not before, he was convinced that there was a God.
Pulling himself off the blacktop, Gordon checked his status. It wasn't very good. Health was down to fifty-five percent and armor was at ten. After draining the medstation inside, his health was up to a much more respectable eight-five percent. Reloading his S.P.A.S. and Colt, Gordon stripped the dead marines of their ammo and looked across the yard. An electrified fence had been set up and an osprey flew over head. In a matter of moments it would be dropping off more soldiers, something he didn't want or need.
On the other side a small shack could be seen. The door stood ajar, revealing the ladder leading back down into the facility. Gordon made a dash for it. The sound of an incoming mortar was heard. He dove into the shack. *KABOOOMMM* The shell impacted twenty feet behind him, making a very large dent in the ground. *WHEEOOW* Another shell was falling. Gordon grasped the red rungs and quickly climbed down. *KABBOOOOM* The shell collapsed the shed, sealing it up behind him. Nothing short of high explosives would open it back up.
Jumping down into the alcove, Gordon immediately saw the medstation and HEV charging unit. He went work patching himself up.
"God dammit all to hell!" Captain Jim Mason swore as he saw Freeman disappear into the ground. 'As if things aren't bad enough all ready, one of our primary targets slips right out from between our fingers.' When Goose squadron was shot down at lot of good men got killed. Not to mention that two crazy and well armed women were also running around. And some security guard shot up the train yards an hour ago, taking out eight squads and a tank while he was at it.
Opening up the cockpit door, Mason leaned in. "Tell the artillery crews to blow open that air hatch in grid two-alpha. Freeman's gone into the ducts and as soon as they're done, we'll drop in some troops right on top of him". The comm. officer nodded and relayed the message. Mason closed the door and looked at the squad behind him.
"Alright men, listen up! Freeman is right below us trying to head back into the base. It appears that our initial estimations on him are wrong. He is heavily armed and has developed the skill to go along with it." His oration was interrupted when the mortar round hit. "Moore, Vincent, get your asses down there! Shoot to kill!" "Yes sir!" The two marines grabbed their rifles and hooked their PCV's up to the nylon rope. "GO! GO! GO!"
"Oh shit…" Gordon looked up to see two soldiers rappelling down from the aircraft. 'I don't have any more time for this.' He quickly jumped down onto the fallen ventilation fan and slipped into the air ducts. Worming his way forward on his stomach, Gordon no longer heard the osprey or the sounds of soldiers. Breathing a sigh of relief he exited the airshaft, almost landing on top of a still active fan.
Swallowing hard, he edged his way over to the open vent and ducked inside. Activating his flashlight, Gordon held the Glock in his right hand as he searched for another way out. He soon realized that he was back inside the warehouse. At a conjunction a little further ahead, Gordon was surprised when a headcrab leaped down the shaft to his right. *POW POW POW* He went right on past the pale thing's body.
Further down the shaft he found an opening and dropped out down from the shaft. To Gordon's surprise, he was back in the cafeteria he had passed a while ago. Resting on the serving counter were a pair of batteries and three clips for the Colt. He immediately drained the batteries, bringing his armor up to a good charge of sixty-five percent. To his left was a medstation that he used to patch up what little damage was done when he fled the two marines. *BEEWSHHZ BEWWSHZ*
Gordon switched his pistol for the rifle and slowly walked over to the window by the other wall. Before he got there he heard the unmistakable chattering of the shockers. Judging from the sound of the teleportations, the aliens have gained control over them. He saw the two creatures standing outside in the dining area. *DATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDAT* Gordon took the monstrosities by surprise and downed one of them. *KRRAACC* The shocker built up its charge. Gordon moved out of the way just in time to avoid getting hit.
He moved back in front of the window and fired again. *DATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDAT* Every round hit dead center and it fell to the ground. Gordon reloaded and took a spare clip from the counter top. 'Wait a second, who was holed up here?' Looking on the ground, he could see a Colt M635 lying on the floor. Behind it lay the door to the freezer. Gordon opened it and gasped.
A body of a scientist lied on the floor, his chest pockmarked with bullet holes. Gordon could only think of two scenarios. Either the military had gotten to him or someone had snapped and shot him. Neither one was a good thing. Leaving the body behind, he climbed back up into the vents. After backtracking a bit, he went down the path that the headcrab had jumped from before.
After crawling a few yards, Gordon heard voices down below. "I killed twelve dumbass scientists and not one of them fought back!" This sucks!" Gordon became infuriated at the soldiers. 'You want a scientist that fights back? I'll show you a scientist that fights back!' *DATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDAT* The two soldiers were caught completely by surprise and the one Gordon shot at dropped to the ground, dead.
The other soldier ran away, knowing that their attacker had the element of surprise. Gordon saw an opening further up and knew that the marine wouldn't walk back into his line of sight again. Silently exiting, he saw that the soldier was panicking and firing randomly into the vent shaft. "Over here asshole!" The soldier turned towards Gordon. *DATDATDATDATDAT* They both fired at each other. *WHEW WHE-WHEW*
Gordon heard the air crack around his ears and instinctively ducked. *DATDATDATDATDATDAT PI-PI-PING* The marine's rounds continued to miss Gordon but hit the generator door behind him. Gordon raised his rifle again and fired, finally killing him. After reloading and taking one of the clips lying on the floor, he went back into the vent. With both branches searched there was only one option for Gordon. He had to go past the fan.
After crawling back to the deadly machine, he looked around the small area. A ladder was to the left of him, obviously the intended way down. But with fan going, he wasn't sure that we be able to make it. 'There has to be another way.' In the corner he spotted a ledge right underneath an opening big enough for him to drop by without harm. Taking a deep breath, Gordon edged his way over and fell down. His feet hit the ledge and slipped.
He didn't even have the time to cry out before the rest of his body followed to the grating below. He stayed there for a moment breathing rapidly. "That was way too close for comfort!" After regaining control over his body, Gordon continued through vents. He emerged in another air shaft and saw two other openings above him. The top one didn't have any light coming from it. The other was covered in blood. Taking out the shotgun, he went through the bottom one.
To his total surprise, Gordon was back at the guard station from when he first got off the elevator! The zombie was nowhere to be seen as was the guard's body. Flipping himself out, he decided to just stay there for a moment. That was, until he found out he was not alone. To Gordon's left one of his colleagues stood looking very mad
"Well, so much for the government. Their idea of containment is to kill everyone associated with the project. Judging from your hazard suit, I'd say you were part of what went wrong, isn't that right?"
"Unfortunately, yeah."
"Now look, if there's anyone that can end this catastrophe it's the science team in the Lambda complex at the opposite end of the base. With the transit system out, I couldn't tell you how to get there. But there's an old decommissioned rail system somewhere through here, beyond the silo complex. If you can make it through the rocket test labs, you might be able to worm your way through the old tunnels to track down whatever's left of the lambda team. You can trust them. You can trust all of us."
So this was it. Gordon was presented with two options. He could ignore what the old man was saying and just try to find a way out. Or he could trek across miles and miles of tunnels, road, and hallways to the Lambda labs with the hope that somehow this entire thing could be stopped. The odds would be stacked against him either way, more so if tried to go to the reactor. It all came down to one thing. Which one was the right choice? Gordon nodded.
"Fine then, I'll go. No matter what the cost these things MUST be stopped." He was committed. His ally nodded. "Good luck." Gordon pressed the silo door opening. The massive red door began to grind open. He took what few shells he needed from a supply resting on the counter to his left. "Here." He said, tossing the shotgun on the counter to the scientist. "You'll need it."
The man pumped it once and nodded. "Thank you." As Gordon walked through the door, he remembered what had happened when he first came by here. Now he knew what the scientist was talking about before when he said they were coming for us. He was talking about the military. Right before he went through the massive doorway, Gordon noticed the charging station that he had ignored before. Now he was thankful that he did. He immediately drained it and brought his armor up to one hundred percent charge.
He was ready for what lie before him.
Sorry this chapter took so long though I think it was worth it! Also, why does this section stop updating when I do? I mean come on people ,you don't have to wait for me.
