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Finally, The Combine realized what was going on, and a hail of bullets flew down towards them from the wall. Luckily, the car had already sped up and was now directly under the strider. The bullets from the wall struck the strider above, and a shower of sparks rained down.
Harper yelled out in the split second while one of the strider’s legs began to swing towards the car. The huge leg of the strider barely missed the car’s rear bumper, and the sedan sped through the opening of the gate. They were finally outside of City-17.
“Yeah!” shouted Ian. Harper kept the car steady and drove at maximum speed down the road. There were thousands of bullets pouring down upon them now, but miraculously, very few actually hit the car. And, through another stroke of luck, the gate had already begun to close, so the strider was stuck inside the city as the car sped away.
It was absolutely brilliant, the most daring and lucky escape in history. They were long gone before The Combine even knew what hit them, driving southeast towards the Black Sea.
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“They did WHAT?!?!?!” The assassin screamed into her radio. She had just learned of the daring “escape” of Ian Olbowski. “I’m sorry ma’am,” the operator said. “They just drove right through! They were gone before we could even get an APC out there. We don’t even know where they’re going!” The assassin was red with fury “This is unacceptable!” she yelled. “I’m going to hunt him down myself! I will track him, I will find him. You will all pay for your failure!”
The assassin cut off her radio in an angry rage. She had expected Ian Olbowski to do something risky after they announced his name, but not THIS risky. This sudden occurrence had totally blown her mind. Her employers would surely kill her for this, unless she was able to find him, of course.
She made no hesitation to jump onto her sleek black motorcycle, and then sped through the streets towards the East Checkpoint. This had been a terrible mistake, but she would make up for it. She would find him.
*Twelve Years Earlier*
Gordon Freeman awoke, winded, in the compartment of one of the Black Mesa trams. He was on a tram? What happened? How did he get back on a tram? He felt his head. No bumps, no bruises. He had just been through the three strangest and most significant days of his life.
It all came back to him in a flash. The expeditions to Xen, the resonance cascade, the alien invasion, the Niniliath. The Niniliath still haunted his mind. He had just killed it. Or at least he thought he had killed the giant, floating king of aliens. Its words still echoed through his mind…
How had he suddenly found himself on one of the transportation trams? Had it all been a dream? Had none of this really happened? Maybe he had just fallen asleep on the way to work, and dreamed all of the fantastic stories about aliens up. He hoped so.
He sat up in the leather chair of the tram, and looked out the window, and almost lost his balance. The tram appeared to be flying through…space? Yes, that’s what it looked like, there were stars shooting by. That was certainly very strange.
He looked around the tram, and suddenly, without warning, his eyes fell upon a dark and sinister looking man in a blue suit. Gordon’s heart skipped a beat. This man in the suit had been following him around. He had seen him all over, but he was always out of reach, out of range. And here he was, standing on this same strange tram which was flying through space.
This must be a dream. Or else Gordon was a schizophrenic. Before Gordon could ask the man in the suit any questions, the man spoke.
“Gordon Freeman, in the flesh,” he said, slurring his S’s into long, snake-like hisses. “Or rather In the Hazard Suit,” Gordon looked down and noticed his hazard suit, the orange suit that was designed to protect against nuclear radiation, but had ended up keeping him alive through the alien invasion. The man in the suit continued to speak. “I took the liberty of relieving you of your weapons…most of them were…government property. As for the suit…I think you’ve earned it.” The man spoke in a strange, high-pitched voice, with strange pauses now and then. Gordon wasn’t sure whether he was human or not.
The man in the suit cleared his throat and continued. “The border world, Xen, is in our control…for the time being. Thanks to you! Quite a nasty piece of work you managed over there! I am impressed…. You see Mister Freeman, that’s why I’m here. My..er…employers have authorized me to offer you a job. They agree with me that you have limitless potential.” Gordon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t even know this man, but his “employers” were now offering him some kind of job.
Suddenly, the door of the tram opened, and Gordon feared that he would be sucked out into space, but no such thing happened. Then, a greenish light appeared in the door. The man in the suit continued on. “If you’re interested…just step into the portal and I will take care of the rest. Otherwise…well… lets just say I could offer you a battle you have no chance of winning…rather an anti-climax after what you’ve just survived.”
Gordon weighed his options. He could go into the portal and get some kind of job with this shady suited man, or he could refuse and most likely the suited man would kill him. He didn’t like the look of the pasty, skeletal man in the suit before him, and he feared what power might lurk beneath the man’s sinister figure.
He decided to take the man up on his offer. So, without saying anything more, or asking any questions, Gordon Freeman jumped into the portal, and disappeared. His vision went blank, and the sound of the suited man’s voice echoed behind him like a snake.
“Wisely done, Mister Freeman; I will see you up ahead!” And with that, Gordon Freeman was never seen again. At least until the suited man needed him again….
-Chapter 24, The Hive-
Harper yelled out in the split second while one of the strider’s legs began to swing towards the car. The huge leg of the strider barely missed the car’s rear bumper, and the sedan sped through the opening of the gate. They were finally outside of City-17.
“Yeah!” shouted Ian. Harper kept the car steady and drove at maximum speed down the road. There were thousands of bullets pouring down upon them now, but miraculously, very few actually hit the car. And, through another stroke of luck, the gate had already begun to close, so the strider was stuck inside the city as the car sped away.
It was absolutely brilliant, the most daring and lucky escape in history. They were long gone before The Combine even knew what hit them, driving southeast towards the Black Sea.
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“They did WHAT?!?!?!” The assassin screamed into her radio. She had just learned of the daring “escape” of Ian Olbowski. “I’m sorry ma’am,” the operator said. “They just drove right through! They were gone before we could even get an APC out there. We don’t even know where they’re going!” The assassin was red with fury “This is unacceptable!” she yelled. “I’m going to hunt him down myself! I will track him, I will find him. You will all pay for your failure!”
The assassin cut off her radio in an angry rage. She had expected Ian Olbowski to do something risky after they announced his name, but not THIS risky. This sudden occurrence had totally blown her mind. Her employers would surely kill her for this, unless she was able to find him, of course.
She made no hesitation to jump onto her sleek black motorcycle, and then sped through the streets towards the East Checkpoint. This had been a terrible mistake, but she would make up for it. She would find him.
*Twelve Years Earlier*
Gordon Freeman awoke, winded, in the compartment of one of the Black Mesa trams. He was on a tram? What happened? How did he get back on a tram? He felt his head. No bumps, no bruises. He had just been through the three strangest and most significant days of his life.
It all came back to him in a flash. The expeditions to Xen, the resonance cascade, the alien invasion, the Niniliath. The Niniliath still haunted his mind. He had just killed it. Or at least he thought he had killed the giant, floating king of aliens. Its words still echoed through his mind…
How had he suddenly found himself on one of the transportation trams? Had it all been a dream? Had none of this really happened? Maybe he had just fallen asleep on the way to work, and dreamed all of the fantastic stories about aliens up. He hoped so.
He sat up in the leather chair of the tram, and looked out the window, and almost lost his balance. The tram appeared to be flying through…space? Yes, that’s what it looked like, there were stars shooting by. That was certainly very strange.
He looked around the tram, and suddenly, without warning, his eyes fell upon a dark and sinister looking man in a blue suit. Gordon’s heart skipped a beat. This man in the suit had been following him around. He had seen him all over, but he was always out of reach, out of range. And here he was, standing on this same strange tram which was flying through space.
This must be a dream. Or else Gordon was a schizophrenic. Before Gordon could ask the man in the suit any questions, the man spoke.
“Gordon Freeman, in the flesh,” he said, slurring his S’s into long, snake-like hisses. “Or rather In the Hazard Suit,” Gordon looked down and noticed his hazard suit, the orange suit that was designed to protect against nuclear radiation, but had ended up keeping him alive through the alien invasion. The man in the suit continued to speak. “I took the liberty of relieving you of your weapons…most of them were…government property. As for the suit…I think you’ve earned it.” The man spoke in a strange, high-pitched voice, with strange pauses now and then. Gordon wasn’t sure whether he was human or not.
The man in the suit cleared his throat and continued. “The border world, Xen, is in our control…for the time being. Thanks to you! Quite a nasty piece of work you managed over there! I am impressed…. You see Mister Freeman, that’s why I’m here. My..er…employers have authorized me to offer you a job. They agree with me that you have limitless potential.” Gordon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t even know this man, but his “employers” were now offering him some kind of job.
Suddenly, the door of the tram opened, and Gordon feared that he would be sucked out into space, but no such thing happened. Then, a greenish light appeared in the door. The man in the suit continued on. “If you’re interested…just step into the portal and I will take care of the rest. Otherwise…well… lets just say I could offer you a battle you have no chance of winning…rather an anti-climax after what you’ve just survived.”
Gordon weighed his options. He could go into the portal and get some kind of job with this shady suited man, or he could refuse and most likely the suited man would kill him. He didn’t like the look of the pasty, skeletal man in the suit before him, and he feared what power might lurk beneath the man’s sinister figure.
He decided to take the man up on his offer. So, without saying anything more, or asking any questions, Gordon Freeman jumped into the portal, and disappeared. His vision went blank, and the sound of the suited man’s voice echoed behind him like a snake.
“Wisely done, Mister Freeman; I will see you up ahead!” And with that, Gordon Freeman was never seen again. At least until the suited man needed him again….
-Chapter 24, The Hive-