Gordon Freeman (
acts_of_gord) wrote2008-09-07 11:34 am
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Assault on City 17: Team Dunkirk
The group of fighters tasked with getting civilians out of the line of fire opens on an unremarkable side door of a thoroughly unremarkable building. The walls here are largely grey brick, scribbled here and there with graffiti in a mingle of languages- English, Spanish, something that might be Russian or Ukrainian. A tattered poster of a white-bearded man in a business suit hangs limply from the wall next to a roll-up garage door.
Barney leans forward to rap swiftly on the smaller door, as there's no handle to open it from the outside. The first thing anyone sees of what lies beyond is the muzzle of a shotgun. Before any hostile reaction can happen, the wielder leans forward: a bald, bespectacled, lab-coated figure, blinking in the light of day. "Barney?" he says. "Alyx? My God, when did you get here? And who are these people?"
Barney leans forward to rap swiftly on the smaller door, as there's no handle to open it from the outside. The first thing anyone sees of what lies beyond is the muzzle of a shotgun. Before any hostile reaction can happen, the wielder leans forward: a bald, bespectacled, lab-coated figure, blinking in the light of day. "Barney?" he says. "Alyx? My God, when did you get here? And who are these people?"
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The channels are labeled as follows:
Channel 1: Destroy
Channel 2: Dunkirk
Channel 3: Ninja
Channel 4: Tennyson
Channel 5: Direct to Valerie/Medics
Channel 6: Global
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"Doc, we don't have time for this," calls a woman's voice from somewhere in the shadows. "We gotta get everything dismantled and out of here."
"Yes, yes- I'm terribly sorry, Sonia-"
Something scuttles away in the shadows at his feet.
"Oh, blast. Lamarr? Lamarr..."
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There's an exasperated sigh in the background. "Someone'll catch her for you," Sonia calls.
"Thank you, Sonia, I appreciate it greatly." Kleiner blinks owlishly over Alyx's shoulder in Charlie's general direction. "Who's this, now?"
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Alyx freezes. "What was that?"
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"I don't know but it didn't--"
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CLANG.
"Oh. Er. That. Ah..."
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"What do we do if...?"
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There's another CLANG and a terrible noise of squealing metal as the garage door starts to roll up from the inside.
Certain parties present may recognize the wide metallic 'fingers' heaving the door forcibly open.
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She certainly didn't picture this.
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Bwoop, says the robot, and obediently lumbers to the back of the group. Alyx remains in front, gun drawn and ready for whatever challenges might be ahead of them.
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She's got her gun cocked.
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