Unfortunately, with the HEV suit being airtight, Voodoo can't hear him, and it's too dark to read lips, so he settles for a shake of the head as he resumes swimming.
It's not that far to the rig - a few minutes more, and Voodoo's pulling himself onto the grating. He takes his mask and fins off, then pulls on his headset and shoulders his MP5. He flips the fire selector to semiautomatic and makes his way to the stairs, carefully stepping over a pair of dead Combine soldiers on the way.
Puncture wounds on the backs of their necks. Severed their spinal columns. Assholes never felt a thing. Chalk up two for Team Four.
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Date: 2011-07-02 08:13 am (UTC)It's not that far to the rig - a few minutes more, and Voodoo's pulling himself onto the grating. He takes his mask and fins off, then pulls on his headset and shoulders his MP5. He flips the fire selector to semiautomatic and makes his way to the stairs, carefully stepping over a pair of dead Combine soldiers on the way.
Puncture wounds on the backs of their necks. Severed their spinal columns. Assholes never felt a thing. Chalk up two for Team Four.