To anyone watching, what happens next would probably look like an illusion or magic trick. One moment, the soldiers are strolling along the wall - the next, they're gone.
Anyone listening, however, might just barely pick up the dull thwack of a tomahawk severing a spinal cord.
Voodoo grabs the soldier by the shoulders just as he's about to fall, then gently lays him on the ground - no need to have him crumpling to the ground and making even more noise.
Wait...are those wires?
It takes a closer look, but as it turns out, no, those aren't wires. They're electrodes, along with what look like some kind of tubing.
"What the fuck?"
"Messed up" doesn't even scratch the surface.
Still, they've got a job to do. He can ponder this when they're not neck-deep in Combine troops.
A cursory patdown reveals nothing besides some ammunition and a grenade, both of which he pockets. The weapon (a nasty-looking submachine gun) gets kicked into a particularly dark corner.
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Date: 2011-07-03 04:31 am (UTC)Anyone listening, however, might just barely pick up the dull thwack of a tomahawk severing a spinal cord.
Voodoo grabs the soldier by the shoulders just as he's about to fall, then gently lays him on the ground - no need to have him crumpling to the ground and making even more noise.
Wait...are those wires?
It takes a closer look, but as it turns out, no, those aren't wires. They're electrodes, along with what look like some kind of tubing.
"What the fuck?"
"Messed up" doesn't even scratch the surface.
Still, they've got a job to do. He can ponder this when they're not neck-deep in Combine troops.
A cursory patdown reveals nothing besides some ammunition and a grenade, both of which he pockets. The weapon (a nasty-looking submachine gun) gets kicked into a particularly dark corner.