Gordon Freeman

The harsh chill light of day in the latter half of the year greets the final team to arrive from Milliways as they step out of a shattered building's shadow and into the street. The cobbled courtyard underfoot is dusted with yellowed leaves, the walls with posters and graffiti. An old, tired wind wends its way between the buildings, carrying the stink of gunfire and ash with it. Gordon knows this place well enough: it's the courtyard he first arrived in after scrambling out the window of the City 17 arrival processing area. If he recalls correctly, the street ahead leads to the long-forgotten playground, and ultimately to the central plaza.

He glances to Barney and the others briefly for his cue.