acts_of_gord | Emerald City Blues

Gordon's unvoiced fears about his suit's weight to the contrary, the Aperture Science Emergency Vehicular Evacuation Vehicle neither punctured nor sank when he got in. The small inflatable may be the single safest and most reliable non-lethal device Aperture has ever produced, which of course probably means it was originally intended for something else.

He's trying not to think about that, though. They're quietly puttering closer to the shore, and very soon they'll have to get out. Unfortunately, right now Gordon is remembering one of the History Channel specials his father was so fond of in those rare times when Bill Freeman was actually at home. It was, he recalls, the life of Douglas MacArthur.

He's not going to say 'I have returned' when he gets out of the boat. He's not.

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smelltheashes

"Freeze!"

The shout comes from directly behind the three rebels. It's accompanied by the all-too-familiar sound of guns being cocked.

"Hands in the air. All of you. Now."

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acts_of_gord

Well... at least it's a human voice?

Gordon raises his hands, slowly- mostly to give him a chance to start to turn around. Or at least to turn his head enough to see who's giving the orders.

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smelltheashes

Donna and Chen do the same. When the turn, they see four people, all in heavily patched clothing and all leveling pulse rifles. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" says the lanky, clean-shaven Caucasian man on the far left.

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acts_of_gord

You know, getting that question's actually kind of refreshing for Gordon. "We're Resistance," he says. "Looking for supplies, trying to figure out what's going on here. There a problem with that?"

They don't strike him as collaborators, whether he can see any lambdas or not.

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smelltheashes

"There aren't any other Resistance outposts within a hundred miles of City 08," says the lanky man. "How did you get here?"

"It's a long story--" begins Donna, but Chen cuts her off.

"Oh, come on, don't you know who he is??" he says, nodding toward Gordon.

The lanky man stares hard at Gordon. "Maybe. Maybe you'd care to tell us." It's not exactly a request. No, scratch that, it's not a request at all.

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acts_of_gord

"Teleportation accident," says Gordon firmly. "During an attempt to get some pre-war prototype technology up and running again. My name's Gordon Freeman."

He's aware that he should probably have some kind of follow-up to that sentence, but honestly, there's nothing coming to mind. Just wait, and see what the response is.

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smelltheashes

Donna speaks up again. "Please, we need help. We have a ship offshore and there's a man on board dying from headcrab venom..."

"Mmm," the lanky man grunts. "Alright, hands on your heads. You're comin' with us."

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acts_of_gord

Gordon glances at the others. They don't really have a choice, do they? Other than doing something extraordinarily stupid. So he nods once, interlaces his fingers on top of his head, and waits to see what happens next.

Edited Date: 2009-09-16 05:33 am (UTC)

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smelltheashes

The lanky man lowers his gun and gestures to his compatriots, who each move to cover one of the three newcomers. They move on in a single file, the lanky man in the lead, and with each White Forest rebel surrounded by two disgruntled residents of City 08.

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acts_of_gord

Given the current state of City 08, it'd be more of a surprise if they were actually gruntled. Gordon's more happy to see people than anything else, although that fades somewhat after a long enough walk in silence.

"How much further?" he finally inquires.

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smelltheashes

"Oh, we're gettin' there."

They're approaching a large building that looks like it was glass-fronted once upon a time, though now there are only a few shards left clinging to the frames here and there. The structure has collapsed in on itself and looks wholly uninhabitable.

So, of course, that's where they're going.

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acts_of_gord

"Good to know."

Hm. The old parking garage... well, there's worse places. Could be that Gehry nightmare, the Experience Music Project- that one looked like it'd come out second against the Combine since the day it was built.

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smelltheashes

Just inside the building are two guards armed with rifles.

"Halt! Who goes--" The woman on the left stops when she catches sight of Gordon. "Oh," she says, in the tones one might reserve for a door-to-door salesman or evangelist.

"Yeah," says the lanky man. "Takin' em to see MacIntire. After that... we'll see."

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acts_of_gord

Gordon glances over towards his companions a moment, to see how they're doing. There's not all that much he can accomplish right now, especially if these are people who blame him for their current situation, as they seem to be.

(He can't entirely fault them on that. Alyx did a few times, after all- and unlike Alyx these people have no reason to change their minds or think otherwise, at least not at the moment.)

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smelltheashes

Donna and Chen are standing stiffly, glancing back and forth at each other and their captors in stunned bewilderment. What is going on here?

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acts_of_gord

"Just roll with it," Gordon murmurs. "If this is what it takes to get antitoxin and the other supplies, this is what it takes."

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smelltheashes

They nod mutely, and proceed onward. And downward. Mostly downward, actually.

Unlike the last underground parking garage Gordon visited, this one has no zombies or antlions. Just armed rebels and jumpsuited civilians crowded into whatever space is available on the crumbling lots. Everybody seems on edge.

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acts_of_gord

"Is this everybody from this part of town?" Gordon asks. "What's going on up there, anyway?"

Not that he expects to get told until he's been vetted, but it's worth a try, right?

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smelltheashes

"This is everybody in every part of town," says the lanky man. "As far as we know, anyway. The chief'll fill you in. Probably."

Speaking of which, they're approaching the lowest level of the garage, which seems to be the Resistance base proper. It's just as crowded as the areas up above, but the space feels lived-in, with rough walls made of brick and sheet metal and various manufactured and improvised furnishings.

Nobody asks what they're doing. Some of the rebels look like they're about to ask, but stop when they see the man in the orange hazard suit.

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acts_of_gord

They evacuated City 17 because the Citadel reactor was going to blow, Gordon thinks; that's not the case here, or these people would be somewhere else by now. Even if it was only running as fast as their feet could take them. So...

... he's drawing a blank.

He's never been all that comfortable with people staring at him, neither before Black Mesa (thesis defense- urrgh) or after. Unfortunately, the HEV suit makes hunching his shoulders and trying to look inobtrusive rather hard, and he can't really turtle into the suit no matter how much he'd like to. The best he can do is keep an eye on the lanky fellow and where they're going, and hope that Donna and Chen are all right.

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smelltheashes

Their path eventually leads to a completely walled-off area in the back of the garage. It's even got an actual door--a heavy metal one with a sliding panel, like the ones at the train station in City 17. It only takes two knocks from the lanky man and a quick peek from whoever's on the other side before they're allowed in.

The space beyond merits a label like "inner sanctum" or "nerve center." There are several freestanding bulletin boards covered with various papers, Post-Its, and maps of the Seattle area. A bank of aging but serviceable personal computers sits along one wall. At the center of the room is a large table covered with the largest map of all, with half a dozen people clustered around it.

"Sir? We got 'visitors'."

One of the figures around the table turns to look. He's an older man--in his late sixties, at least--with well-combed white hair and a physique that's past its prime, but not by much. Without a word, he walks up to Gordon and looks him over with a squint that suggests that the prescription on his bifocals might be a few years out of date. (There aren't a lot of optometrists working in Seattle these days.)

Finally, the old man steps back with a grunt of acknowledgment. "Well, you got the look down, I'll give ya that. Just like the pictures."

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acts_of_gord

"...ex ...cuse me?" Gordon says a little weakly. The examination, okay, he understands someone having to look him over closely. It's not like you can really pat somebody in an HEV suit down for concealed weapons. The comment, though...

... wait. Wait, is he suggesting-

(Our apologies. Gordon is so relentlessly freaked out by the quasi-messianic position people have put him in that it has simply never occurred to him that there would be anyone crazy enough to try to pass themselves off as him. Who would want to be in his shoes?)

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smelltheashes

The old man huffs a laugh. "You think you're the first 'Gordon Freeman' to come through the city? You're off by a couple dozen, boy. Everybody knows this is where he was born. Every time you turn around, there's some young punk claiming to be the One Free Man, ready to lead us to freedom and prosperity... and then he either skips town with half our supplies, or gets himself killed along with a squad of our own soldiers."

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acts_of_gord

Oddly, for a moment Gordon actually does wish he were some kind of Messiah. Because then he could melt people for taking his name in vain.

Or something, anyway. He shakes his head rapidly and comes back to the present moment.

"Sir, I wasn't planning on coming here. We wound up on this side of the continent by accident. We're trying to get back to City 17, and we're trying to save a man who took a black headcrab bite to the face protecting us back on the East Coast. That's all."

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smelltheashes

"It's true, sir," says Donna. "We didn't even know where we were at first. We got here by using an experimental teleporter that had no way of programming in a destination."

The old man quirks an eyebrow. "And your friend with the headcrab bite, he came in that way too?"

"Yes, sir. There are four other humans and a Vortigaunt on board a ship about half a mile off the coast."

"We can take you there if you don't believe us," adds Chen. "I know there's been enough crazy crap happening lately that I wouldn't believe if I hadn't seen it myself..."