Inside the Nakatomi building, Min deactivated the sprinklers and fire alarms, the modified IBM 5155 pressed against him and the wall as he typed in more code.
Beside his left leg, the modified CRT monitor displayed the CCTV footage of the lobby area, the sukebans having been dwindled to several stragglers before surrendering to their attackers.
"Civil Protection." Min muttered, having knelt and viewed the blue and black cladded officers apprehending the defeated delinquents. "Or, if I recall, should I say, tactical schoolgirls? Maybe...? I've never seen anything like this."
Their round transparent riot shields and white Benelli M4s were unlike the Combine's energy shielding and SPAS-12s, but the inscriptions, K.S.P.D., earned a curious ire from him. Soon, one of the officers approached the emergency stairwell, but was unsurprisingly hindered by the keycard scanner. Raising her radio, despite her inaudible speech on screen, Min promptly despawned his computers, including the vending machine remotely.
Opening the adjacent exit, he spawned a small green filing cabinet, wedging the door open before finding the nearest window. Peering down, black armoured vans surrounded the entrance, but distant flashing blue and red lights indicated reinforcements were arriving shortly. However, using his crossbow, he observed those reinforcements passing through a sandbagged checkpoint, partially obscured by some other high-rise structures.
Lowering his crossbow, he ventured onto the other side of the floor, minding more cubicles and offices before finding another window. However, his jaw slacked curtly, awing the transparent blue halo gleaming over a tall, shiny white building across the street, his breath stolen from his lungs for ten seconds. Only when he looked down that he hitched his breath, closing his lips and observing more trouble.
"More baddies." He muttered, spotting their familiar delinquent attire and colours; however, his eyes were drawn to a desert camouflaged tracked vehicle rumbling away from view and turning right. "And they got a tank..."
Taking several steps back, he placed his hands on his hips, blinking repeatedly at the well-equipped sukebans below.
"Between them and the CPs..." He glanced behind him and murmured. "I rather be with them than be arrested and jailed. Had enough of that growing up."
Switching his crossbow for the toolgun, he spawned the Gravity Gun, smashing the glass via flinging a CRT monitor before spawning a 2x1 plastic cube with random wires, a screen, and an emitter. Raising it to his chest, data computed on screen for a few seconds.
"101.52 meters." He said and despawned the contraption. "That leaves me with a 22 degree slope between here and that window."
Standing momentarily, his ears twitched and his head swivelled delicately for a few seconds before he spawned and froze a wooden crate on the ceiling. Spawning a blue chair, he suspended and froze it, connecting the two props together via a slider and a winch. Hesitantly unfreezing the chair, there was some slack and the chair slid for several meters before bouncing minutely just shy of the window frame.
Dragging a nearby desk chair, he stepped onto it and mounted the blue chair. But suddenly, he gasped and fired his toolgun at the blue chair, rendering its texture invisible. With his left hand tightly clutching the side, his right hand kept his toolgun between his legs, some silent fiddling allowing the chair to glide across, the winch controlling its speed and the slider dictating its momentum.
Only when the chair bumped into the window that sighed, looking back at the two long ropes connecting the chair and crate together. Switching his toolgun for the crowbar, he took the pointed tip and stabbed the window. But, a deep thunk greeted the young adult, otherwise completely undamaged.
"Oh come on..." Min groaned. "Dr Freeman made this super easy."
Eying the street below, the sukebans were oblivious to his presence, some even casually talking to each other. Switching to his toolgun, he highlighted the window and scrolled through some tabs.
But...
"Argh, again?" He grunted, the Remove option having no effect on the window.
Switching to the Gravity Gun, however, the chair retracted four meter away from the window. From there, he glanced up, the Gravity Gun resting in his lap and his left hand clutching the chair, when he spawned a cinderblock midair. Narrowly catching the falling prop, the Gravity Gun hummed rhythmically, but his hands were shaking as he shakily scooted rightward, aiming the instrument at the window.
Tucking the backrest in his right elbow, he clenched his teeth and eyes, his finger discharging the Gravity Gun with a thunderous whoosh. His left arm and the chair recoiled backwards, but his right hand automatically clutched the backrest. Between the dangling Gravity Gun and his safety, he briskly leaned forward via his right arm, allowing the subsequent forward momentum of the chair to let him swing his left arm onto his lap. However, he inhaled and dilated, the chair rapidly gliding across and into the gigantic but cracked window pane.
Spared only enough time to switch to his toolgun, he curled himself as tightly as he could on the chair. Upon impact, glass showered ahead of him, partially due to the abruptly halted chair, and mostly because of his inertia. Despite his denim attire and boots, nothing cushioned his chest and arms when he slammed and rolled onto the floor, glass shards crunching underneath his weight.
Nonetheless, a hiss streamed through his teeth, a small rectangular shard piercing his left wrist. Tightening his cuff upon forcibly removing the shard, he dragged his back across the floor, grabbing his toolgun and, upon switching to the crossbow, he fired at the crate, snapping the two constraints. Watching the chair comically hover for a second, it dropped and clanked faintly outside.
Almost discarding the crossbow, he hurriedly switched to the toolgun, then a medkit.
"Okay...a little better." He moaned, several beeps and a hiss following upon using it, his left wrist no longer bleeding.
Then, he picked himself up.