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Black Mesa-Warehouse A-21:32
Automatic weapons fire filled the corridor. Then screams.
Dr. Livid and Dr. Kayle ran. The two scientists were trying to make a break for the exit. Ever since the Residence Cascade earlier this morning, they had been on the move, shooting xenophorms with handguns picked up from dead security guards.
Dr. Livid suddenly stopped.
"Oh shit."
Dr. Kayle didn't even hesitate as he dove to the ground. He heard a pistol being fired. Looking up, he saw Dr. Livid standing stock still, a xenophorm lay at his feet.
Further down the hallway stood a security guard.
"Come on, you two!"
Both scientists followed the young security guard.
Soon the group came upon an elevator leading up to the main body of the warehouse.
"Hey look, either of you seen Dr. Freeman? I'm supposed to give him a message."
Both scientists shook their heads.
"Damn, ok well the exit to this warehouse leads outside, there are two trucks with a couple of scientists trying to fix them."
The elevator came to a stop. The two scientists made a break for it. The lone security guard waited at the elevator.
From behind a large crate a lithe figure watched the two scientists. Wearing a black tightsuit, the figure suddenly leaped 10 feet straight up. Coming down she landed on a crate overlooking the two as they stopped to argue.
"Wait we forgot, Dr. Eishman is back in the lockerroom!"
"No he's...Whats that sound?"
Deeva watched from her position up on the crate. "That sound" was in fact the sound of the three scientists out back screaming as her companions shot them.
Taking the oportunity she leaped down.
Dr. Livid suddenly noticed a figure in a black tightsuit behind his friend. He didn't have time to shout as the figure stuck a knife into his co-worker's back.
Gasping, Dr. kayle fell to the ground. Before his corpse even hit, Deeva had leaped up, doing a summersault in the air she drew her silenced colt .45
Dr. Livid raised his pistol. He started firing as the figure came down. The Glock 22c expended bullet shells as he fired.
Deeva almost smiled, what a horrible shot. Suddenly her colt seemed to cough, and Dr. Livid felt nothing more.
Manually re-cocking the colt, Deeva inspected the body. The .45 had gone clean through his skull. Even with the blood on it, she could still read the ID Tag.
Dr. Oliver Livid. Level 4 security clearance.
Suddenly she heard the creak of a nearby elevator.
*-Op 1 this is Op 3, Over.-*
Op 1 or Jenna's voice filled Deeva's headset.
*-Op 3 this is Op 1, Im taking care of it over.-*
That elevator should not be moving, everyone should have been dead. The Black Ops unit consisting of Female and Male assasins had cleared most of E- Sector incuding the lower levels of this warehouse.
Running, Deeva came to a stop.
A lone security guard.
The elevator suddenly came to a stop.
Out walked priority one.
In a split second Deeva reviewed the facts:
Priority One:
Dr. Gordon Freeman
The supposed cause of this "incident"
Wanted for questioning.
Responsible for the deaths of dozens of marines.
Wore a powered HEV suit capable of withstanding most bullets.
The security guard spoke.
"Hey, Dr. Freeman, Im supposed to give you a message, whatever you do, don't-"
It took less then a second, leaping out from behind the crate Deeva fired the colt.
The security guard stopped mid-sentance and fell to his knees, his blood spilling over his blue uniform.
Gordon Freeman was already firing, Deeva came to the ground and ran for a crate. She felt several rounds get absorbed by her Hydroclhoric gel covered suit. Then she felt a horrendous pain.
She'd been shot.
In another second she had thumbed the clip and pulled the pin on a fragmentation grenade.
The spoon and body of the grenade hit the floor.
Op 1 ran.
Gordon cursed and dove for cover.
*-This is Op1 to Assault Team the target is on his way, over.-*
Her battle over, Deeva sunk to the ground behind the relative safety of a nearby crate. Ignoring the explosion, she inspected her wound. The 9mm submachinegun round had penetrated her body armor and entered her stomach, probably piercing her kidney.
Blood bubbled up and out of the wound, drenching her, and the floor surrounding the female assasin.
Sinking into unconsciousness, Deeva heard footsteps.
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City 17, Several years later.
District 13A-Hotel B- 13:42
Eric sat in the old cushioned chair. The young man was tired. The combine had ruled earth with an iron hand ever since their arrival.
"Why do you question our benefactors? Wouldn't it make more sense to learn from them? I mean honestly-"
Dr. Breen, head administrator of Black Mesa, the link between the combine and humanity, and Eric's old boss ruled City 17 as a dictator, he had been put into power by the combine when he offered them his "vast knowledge of the human race."
He was disgusting.
Eric sighed. The scene outside was the same, day after day. Citizens could not speak to each other out doors, Citizens could not be outdoors after dark, Citizens would comply with a combines' orders. A Citizen who did not comply, would be detained and "re-educated" in the glory of "our benefactors"
Dr. Kliner and his team of scientists from Black Mesa were the head of the underground resistance, they helped with the underground railroad.
They had invited Eric to work with them, but at the time he had declined. Foolishly he had listened to the charismatic Dr. Breen and had been suckered into it. Most of the populace had.
Now Eric sat in his chair, wearing common civilian clothes, his hand rested on the .357 lying on the desk next to him. A box of shotgun shells lay at his feet, the shells spilled upon the floor. An empty shotgun lay next to the chair. A bloody combine officer lay a couple feet away.
The citizens cowered, Breen and the combine dictated, Dr. Kliner ran the resistance.
Eric smiled. He walked a different path.
