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The landing was as simple as a landing can get when there are enough sand-dwelling alien insects around to throw even the Combine off their pace. The slaughter of antlions was nothing short of amazing. There was a bull, too, but the less said about that the better- by the time it was dead they'd used up near all their medkits, and Sergeant-Major Shephard was quoting Milton through clenched teeth. Apparently he'd never seen a man finish off a fifteen-foot-long armored alien bug with the business end of a crowbar before.
Gordon will never in a million years admit that he caught himself enjoying that particular moment of insanity. At least, not to anyone else.
Anyway, the time of slaughtering bugs passed, and the time of sounding out the Combine presence in the area has also passed, because on the journey inland towards the location of the Gene Worm the advance force encountered a number of humans. None of them spoke much English, but they had enough German for Gordon to communicate with them. He didn't like the look he caught them exchanging with one another when he introduced himself. It wasn't quite the look he got in Seattle, but it was close enough...
And now that they've all been shepherded carefully and secretly to the local Resistance hideout, he's been asked to come and meet somebody. This, he isn't looking forward to.
Gordon will never in a million years admit that he caught himself enjoying that particular moment of insanity. At least, not to anyone else.
Anyway, the time of slaughtering bugs passed, and the time of sounding out the Combine presence in the area has also passed, because on the journey inland towards the location of the Gene Worm the advance force encountered a number of humans. None of them spoke much English, but they had enough German for Gordon to communicate with them. He didn't like the look he caught them exchanging with one another when he introduced himself. It wasn't quite the look he got in Seattle, but it was close enough...
And now that they've all been shepherded carefully and secretly to the local Resistance hideout, he's been asked to come and meet somebody. This, he isn't looking forward to.
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Date: 2011-09-27 03:16 am (UTC)Gordon just allows himself a quiet smile, and waits.
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Date: 2011-09-27 03:23 am (UTC)"Okay." He pulls off the glasses and looks Gordon straight in the eye. "What's it gonna take to make this go away?"
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Date: 2011-09-27 03:26 am (UTC)"We have the location of a Combine combat terraforming Synth," he says. "One of six that they deployed ahead of schedule after City 17 was destroyed. We're on our way to destroy it ourselves, since we've already taken out three others. As soon as that's done we'll be out of your hair... whoever you are."
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Date: 2011-09-27 03:46 am (UTC)He can come back and deal with his name being taken in vain later. Gah. This is why he's going to have to go into politics when it's all over, isn't it.
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Date: 2011-09-27 03:58 am (UTC)"My reputation can take care of itself. It always has. I have work to do."
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Date: 2011-09-27 04:06 am (UTC)Another huff of laughter. "Oh my God. Oh my God. You're actually serious, aren't you? You actually think you're the Gordon Freeman."
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Date: 2011-09-27 04:08 am (UTC)He liked Mr. MacIntire's reaction better.
He's going to have to write that man a letter of apology when everything is said and done.
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Date: 2011-09-27 04:22 am (UTC)At least he's not being accused of being a deliberate liar, but damn this is getting on his nerves.
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Date: 2011-09-27 04:48 am (UTC)No one died, but... they still lost White Forest, and that still burns him.
"The alternative's waiting for the hammer to fall later. It's going to. You know it is."
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Date: 2011-09-27 05:04 am (UTC)"Talk to the others," Gordon says abruptly. No more than that.
It's not a tone of voice he uses often. Wilbur Whateley heard it once.
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Date: 2011-09-28 12:08 am (UTC)He reaches back behind him, pulls a .44 off the wall, and trains it on Gordon without breaking eye contact.
"Okay, let's go."
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Date: 2011-09-28 12:17 am (UTC)He'll follow. For now. But if there's the slightest hint of this going south...
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