There goes the door. And a considerable chunk of the wall, too. Gordon is suddenly hit by a wave of nostalgia for the satchel charges he used at Black Mesa. And then there is a completely different sort of recognition of battles past, because you just don't forget that croaking, mechanized voice....
"Overwatch. Sector is not secure."
There are four of them, mask-eyes gleaming an unholy gold through the smoke- no, five. One Cyclopean red optic turns in Voodoo's direction, even as Gordon takes aim at the nearest of the other soldiers. "Elite!" Gordon snaps as he starts firing. "Take it down!"
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There goes the door. And a considerable chunk of the wall, too. Gordon is suddenly hit by a wave of nostalgia for the satchel charges he used at Black Mesa. And then there is a completely different sort of recognition of battles past, because you just don't forget that croaking, mechanized voice....
"Overwatch. Sector is not secure."
There are four of them, mask-eyes gleaming an unholy gold through the smoke- no, five. One Cyclopean red optic turns in Voodoo's direction, even as Gordon takes aim at the nearest of the other soldiers. "Elite!" Gordon snaps as he starts firing. "Take it down!"