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Chapter 1
It began to drizzle as Jerome Hausen strolled across the cobblestone pavement. Looking around the streets he could see combine soldiers patrolling their areas and questioning people. Turning his arm he shot a glance at his watch and muttered “any second now”. Then turning the corner and breaking into a jog he headed for the Combine headquarters along the street.
Then the shockwave hit. Hausen dropped to the ground, immediately he looked back at the security checkpoint where he had just come from, he could see towering flames and smoke billowing out from the old building. Combine officials ran to the blast scene in swarms. Then the second bomb went off. The city was in chaos, combine police were on the run and that’s when the resistance fighters ambushed them cutting them down indiscriminately as they scrambled to regroup.
All had worked exactly to plan. Combine police ran past Jerome desperately trying to control the situation at the checkpoint. “Heh, fools, if only they knew I was behind it all.
Jerome Hausen was a top assassin for the combine police and was supposed to be on the trail of a man known as ‘Gordon Freeman’. Hausen was also the leader of a resistance force in the area known as the ‘Jacovites’. He had planted the two bombs early this morning and the combine forces were none the wiser about his true identity as a resistance fighter.
It began to drizzle as Jerome Hausen strolled across the cobblestone pavement. Looking around the streets he could see combine soldiers patrolling their areas and questioning people. Turning his arm he shot a glance at his watch and muttered “any second now”. Then turning the corner and breaking into a jog he headed for the Combine headquarters along the street.
Then the shockwave hit. Hausen dropped to the ground, immediately he looked back at the security checkpoint where he had just come from, he could see towering flames and smoke billowing out from the old building. Combine officials ran to the blast scene in swarms. Then the second bomb went off. The city was in chaos, combine police were on the run and that’s when the resistance fighters ambushed them cutting them down indiscriminately as they scrambled to regroup.
All had worked exactly to plan. Combine police ran past Jerome desperately trying to control the situation at the checkpoint. “Heh, fools, if only they knew I was behind it all.
Jerome Hausen was a top assassin for the combine police and was supposed to be on the trail of a man known as ‘Gordon Freeman’. Hausen was also the leader of a resistance force in the area known as the ‘Jacovites’. He had planted the two bombs early this morning and the combine forces were none the wiser about his true identity as a resistance fighter.
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Chapter 2
Jerome reached the headquarters with a wry smile on his face. This was simply the beginning of the fight to reclaim the city named City 17. His insurgents would be long gone now, but with him in charge of the jacovites and having such a high profile within the combine, he would be able to conduct more strikes with inside intelligence.
The checkpoint billowed thick black smoke and expendable combine police lay dead or dying on the pavement as Jerome turned back to survey the damage done. The sky had clouded over and was threatening to burst into rain, wounded soldiers crawled to safety as men with flame throwers blasted the buildings in order to weed out any jacovites left behind. Tanks creaked and clanked as they rolled into a defensive position 50 metres or so away from the destruction to set up a temporary checkpoint where the other one failed. Jerome then pushed open the glass-pained door into the combine headquarters but turned to the yells of remaining jacovites fighters who had not escaped. Almost certainly they would be strung up or tortured to death publicly to set an example of those who go against the combine.
Jerome paused a minute outside the great monolithic building. Gazing out to the city centre he watched as the 5 captives were stripped down and beaten by the armed soldiers. As he watched an armoured vehicle pulled up next to the soldiers and out came a man in black with a white facemask. Jerome was stunned at the sheer size of the man, he would he no more than 6’5 but he was built like a tank with muscles twice the size of any man Jerome had ever seen just looking at him made Jerome shudder. The colossal brute came smashing to the ground as he jumped from the top of his armoured vehicle. Lumbering over to the blood stained area where the captives were, the behemoth dragged a chainsaw at least 1 metre long, amazingly he could carry it freely as he started to swing it around in the air.
One of the captives in terror got to his feet with some effort and despite his injuries tried to get away. The juggernaut grunted as he started up the chase, it was only a matter of time before he caught him and catch him he did.
“Gohh” muttered Jerome as he turned away in hatred “I’ll get you for that, you lumbering oaf” Jerome promised under his breath.
Jerome walked up to reception with his head down. Activating his finger print pad he typed in his destination. F 145, which was the briefing room.
Jerome opened the door to the briefing room. Earlier he was so happy about his success with the checkpoint operation and now after seeing a jacovite being butchered by the combine, he had sobered up quite quickly. “Ahh Mr Hausen, there you are” said one of Breen’s cronies in a monotone as Jerome walked in. The room was situated on the highest level of the building and the early morning sun beamed in through the gigantic windows into Jerome’s eyes making it hard to see. The voice spoke again. “Mr Hausen, it has been brought to my attention that you recently, err.. took care of the right wing radical named Mr Garron,” said the man slowly. “Is this not correct?” asked the man as he stared out to the security checkpoint and the military personnel gathering.
Jerome had been instructed by his superior Mr Cameron to deal to a right wing radical named Mr Garron. Mr Garron had been getting in the way of progress as Mr Cameron had put it, so he needed to leave.
“This is correct, yes,” said Jerome nervously. “Hmm, very good Mr Hausen, very good indeed” said the man as he picked up his pipe and lit it. Letting his eyes wander Jerome saw the same old English room that he had reported to for years with the centre table that stretched the length of the room. At the table sat 4 men all staring at Jerome, this was not the regular committee that reviewed his progress though, it was a new group a group with more power maybe, thought Jerome.
“The board and I have been watching over you for some time now and we feel it is only fitting that a man of your class should fulfil this task since, of course The Soldier is not available at this time”, said another member of the group who was seated at the back of the room. ‘What’s going on, and who are you people”, said Jerome backing away. “Of course, I forgot to mention. We are your new employers Mr Hausen, as your old ones met with an unfortunate end,” said the man provoking a grin between the members of the board.
“Don’t worry Mr Hausen, if you manage to complete this assignment you could be looking at a fair reward. If I were you Mr Hausen I would be obliged to accept this literally because it is only a once in a life time offer”, snorted the man as he turned round. Catching his sunglasses in the sun as he turned, Jerome recognised the man instantly.
“Mr Cameron? Is that you? What happened to the rest of the board”, inquired Jerome. “Yes, It’s Cameron, the man in charge of employment in the Combine elite squadron. I feel it’s time you stop asking questions Mr Hausen and listened for a change”, said Cameron sounding out of tune. Something was up, all of the board members had disappeared and Cameron who was usually quite reasonable for a combine official had changed it was as if he had changed personalities completely since the last meeting 3 days ago. “As you know The Soldier is not available for this mission so it’s up to you, bearing in mind if you fail don’t expect to come back to us”, said Cameron in all certainty.
Jerome reached the headquarters with a wry smile on his face. This was simply the beginning of the fight to reclaim the city named City 17. His insurgents would be long gone now, but with him in charge of the jacovites and having such a high profile within the combine, he would be able to conduct more strikes with inside intelligence.
The checkpoint billowed thick black smoke and expendable combine police lay dead or dying on the pavement as Jerome turned back to survey the damage done. The sky had clouded over and was threatening to burst into rain, wounded soldiers crawled to safety as men with flame throwers blasted the buildings in order to weed out any jacovites left behind. Tanks creaked and clanked as they rolled into a defensive position 50 metres or so away from the destruction to set up a temporary checkpoint where the other one failed. Jerome then pushed open the glass-pained door into the combine headquarters but turned to the yells of remaining jacovites fighters who had not escaped. Almost certainly they would be strung up or tortured to death publicly to set an example of those who go against the combine.
Jerome paused a minute outside the great monolithic building. Gazing out to the city centre he watched as the 5 captives were stripped down and beaten by the armed soldiers. As he watched an armoured vehicle pulled up next to the soldiers and out came a man in black with a white facemask. Jerome was stunned at the sheer size of the man, he would he no more than 6’5 but he was built like a tank with muscles twice the size of any man Jerome had ever seen just looking at him made Jerome shudder. The colossal brute came smashing to the ground as he jumped from the top of his armoured vehicle. Lumbering over to the blood stained area where the captives were, the behemoth dragged a chainsaw at least 1 metre long, amazingly he could carry it freely as he started to swing it around in the air.
One of the captives in terror got to his feet with some effort and despite his injuries tried to get away. The juggernaut grunted as he started up the chase, it was only a matter of time before he caught him and catch him he did.
“Gohh” muttered Jerome as he turned away in hatred “I’ll get you for that, you lumbering oaf” Jerome promised under his breath.
Jerome walked up to reception with his head down. Activating his finger print pad he typed in his destination. F 145, which was the briefing room.
Jerome opened the door to the briefing room. Earlier he was so happy about his success with the checkpoint operation and now after seeing a jacovite being butchered by the combine, he had sobered up quite quickly. “Ahh Mr Hausen, there you are” said one of Breen’s cronies in a monotone as Jerome walked in. The room was situated on the highest level of the building and the early morning sun beamed in through the gigantic windows into Jerome’s eyes making it hard to see. The voice spoke again. “Mr Hausen, it has been brought to my attention that you recently, err.. took care of the right wing radical named Mr Garron,” said the man slowly. “Is this not correct?” asked the man as he stared out to the security checkpoint and the military personnel gathering.
Jerome had been instructed by his superior Mr Cameron to deal to a right wing radical named Mr Garron. Mr Garron had been getting in the way of progress as Mr Cameron had put it, so he needed to leave.
“This is correct, yes,” said Jerome nervously. “Hmm, very good Mr Hausen, very good indeed” said the man as he picked up his pipe and lit it. Letting his eyes wander Jerome saw the same old English room that he had reported to for years with the centre table that stretched the length of the room. At the table sat 4 men all staring at Jerome, this was not the regular committee that reviewed his progress though, it was a new group a group with more power maybe, thought Jerome.
“The board and I have been watching over you for some time now and we feel it is only fitting that a man of your class should fulfil this task since, of course The Soldier is not available at this time”, said another member of the group who was seated at the back of the room. ‘What’s going on, and who are you people”, said Jerome backing away. “Of course, I forgot to mention. We are your new employers Mr Hausen, as your old ones met with an unfortunate end,” said the man provoking a grin between the members of the board.
“Don’t worry Mr Hausen, if you manage to complete this assignment you could be looking at a fair reward. If I were you Mr Hausen I would be obliged to accept this literally because it is only a once in a life time offer”, snorted the man as he turned round. Catching his sunglasses in the sun as he turned, Jerome recognised the man instantly.
“Mr Cameron? Is that you? What happened to the rest of the board”, inquired Jerome. “Yes, It’s Cameron, the man in charge of employment in the Combine elite squadron. I feel it’s time you stop asking questions Mr Hausen and listened for a change”, said Cameron sounding out of tune. Something was up, all of the board members had disappeared and Cameron who was usually quite reasonable for a combine official had changed it was as if he had changed personalities completely since the last meeting 3 days ago. “As you know The Soldier is not available for this mission so it’s up to you, bearing in mind if you fail don’t expect to come back to us”, said Cameron in all certainty.
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Interesting, the plot changes. The way the Combine are acting makes me think of the old Imperial nations from the turn of the century. Pretty neat.
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Chapter 3 The scourge of God :hmph:
Cameron swung round in his chair to face Jerome. “Your mission Mr Hausen is simple”, stated Cameron clearly. “A man, a preacher has been drumming up support in his effort to undermine the great combine empire”, exclaimed another member stroking his beard. “This man nicknamed ‘The scourge of God’ has been sighted preaching to masses in areas where talk of a resistance movement is most welcome. We have unanimously decided to send you to eradicate him and his associates failing that then we have an alternative”, said the official with the moustache. Jerome now interested slunk down into one of the executive chairs at the end of the table. “Hmm ah yes, of course make yourself comfortable we would hate to see one of our employees unsatisfied”, sneered another member at the front of the table who was, by the looks of things a hardened veteran.
“Thanks, I guess..” said Jerome on edge. “Now where were we Mr Hausen”, began the man with the beard again. “Ahh yes alternative options. A man named Gordon Freeman, err the same Gordon Freeman that you were tracking already, either one of those two men must be brought back to us dead or alive in order to secure your future in the combine services Mr Hausen”, pointed out the man with the moustache. “Here”, he said tossing Jerome two photographs of the men.
Then Cameron spoke. “Gordon Freeman we would prefer, it’s true but Mr Freeman has a way of getting out of errr….. tight situations against the odds”…
This was it for Jerome he had to make a choice, a life altering choice. Would he continue on leading the jacovites to minor victories and help fight for humanity? Certainly not a stupid idea as he could always ally with this new resistance leader nicknamed by the combine, the scourge of God. Or he could go against all he believed in and go after Gordon Freeman, or the scourge. Doing this would certainly ruin any chance of defeating the combine in city 17.
“I think it’s time you made a choice Mr Hausen”, stated the member with the beard.
Walking past the board Jerome gazed out the window to the checkpoint. Looking out he saw that combine soldiers were still fighting to set up a new checkpoint in case of another pre-empted strike and all the captives of the jacovites were laying dead on the cobblestone pavement.
With a sigh Jerome turned around “I accept your mission” he said knowing that as soon as he left the building he would not be coming back as a member of the combine.
“I’m glad that you accept on such short notice”, said Cameron understandingly. “Oh and don’t worry about the names of the new members of the board you’ll learn them soon enough. “Yes, my lord”, said Jerome pretending to be loyal to the combine. “Collect your weapons on your way out from Major Cooper’s office will you”, said Cameron as Jerome left.
Turning around Cameron addressed the members of the new board. “I want the best men on his tail the whole way meaning ‘the soldier’ and ‘Braun,’” said Cameron excitedly. “He’ll lead us straight to the jacovites hideout, knowing that he can’t complete this mission”, Cameron laughed. “We’ve been trailing him for weeks and recently learnt of his involvement in the Jacovites resistance movement. He was almost certainly responsible for the attack on the checkpoint this morning yet he believes he can fool the combine forces into thinking he is one of us”, said Cameron. Then the board members Shroff, the man with the pipe and moustache and General Grims the old war veteran both laughed aloud because all who have gone against the combine, have ended up working for them in the end.
Cameron swung round in his chair to face Jerome. “Your mission Mr Hausen is simple”, stated Cameron clearly. “A man, a preacher has been drumming up support in his effort to undermine the great combine empire”, exclaimed another member stroking his beard. “This man nicknamed ‘The scourge of God’ has been sighted preaching to masses in areas where talk of a resistance movement is most welcome. We have unanimously decided to send you to eradicate him and his associates failing that then we have an alternative”, said the official with the moustache. Jerome now interested slunk down into one of the executive chairs at the end of the table. “Hmm ah yes, of course make yourself comfortable we would hate to see one of our employees unsatisfied”, sneered another member at the front of the table who was, by the looks of things a hardened veteran.
“Thanks, I guess..” said Jerome on edge. “Now where were we Mr Hausen”, began the man with the beard again. “Ahh yes alternative options. A man named Gordon Freeman, err the same Gordon Freeman that you were tracking already, either one of those two men must be brought back to us dead or alive in order to secure your future in the combine services Mr Hausen”, pointed out the man with the moustache. “Here”, he said tossing Jerome two photographs of the men.
Then Cameron spoke. “Gordon Freeman we would prefer, it’s true but Mr Freeman has a way of getting out of errr….. tight situations against the odds”…
This was it for Jerome he had to make a choice, a life altering choice. Would he continue on leading the jacovites to minor victories and help fight for humanity? Certainly not a stupid idea as he could always ally with this new resistance leader nicknamed by the combine, the scourge of God. Or he could go against all he believed in and go after Gordon Freeman, or the scourge. Doing this would certainly ruin any chance of defeating the combine in city 17.
“I think it’s time you made a choice Mr Hausen”, stated the member with the beard.
Walking past the board Jerome gazed out the window to the checkpoint. Looking out he saw that combine soldiers were still fighting to set up a new checkpoint in case of another pre-empted strike and all the captives of the jacovites were laying dead on the cobblestone pavement.
With a sigh Jerome turned around “I accept your mission” he said knowing that as soon as he left the building he would not be coming back as a member of the combine.
“I’m glad that you accept on such short notice”, said Cameron understandingly. “Oh and don’t worry about the names of the new members of the board you’ll learn them soon enough. “Yes, my lord”, said Jerome pretending to be loyal to the combine. “Collect your weapons on your way out from Major Cooper’s office will you”, said Cameron as Jerome left.
Turning around Cameron addressed the members of the new board. “I want the best men on his tail the whole way meaning ‘the soldier’ and ‘Braun,’” said Cameron excitedly. “He’ll lead us straight to the jacovites hideout, knowing that he can’t complete this mission”, Cameron laughed. “We’ve been trailing him for weeks and recently learnt of his involvement in the Jacovites resistance movement. He was almost certainly responsible for the attack on the checkpoint this morning yet he believes he can fool the combine forces into thinking he is one of us”, said Cameron. Then the board members Shroff, the man with the pipe and moustache and General Grims the old war veteran both laughed aloud because all who have gone against the combine, have ended up working for them in the end.
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This gets better and better. I like how you added the whole scene of the superiors knowing all too well what Jerome is up to.
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Chapter 4 The Jacovites
Banners were flapping in the wind and posters promoting the combine occupation were strewn across the outside balcony as Jerome, deep in thought made his way to Major Cooper’s office.
Cooper was listening to the radio and humming a tune when Jerome walked in, daydreaming.
Cooper looked up seemingly on edge. “Jerome, quick shut the door and get in”, Cooper said scanning the area for unwanted listeners. “Good, now listen and listen good, Jerome, the combine are onto you, they know of your involvement within the Jacovites and are sending men to trail you”. “What? How, you and I are the only ones working as double agents for the jacovites, how could they know?” Jerome asked now starting to panic. “I don’t know, but if I were you I’d get the hell out of here now! I don’t want to have to tell you this but the combine are sending ‘the soldier’ nicknamed Archie after the warrior Achilles and Herman Braun a combine elite bigger than any man you’ve ever seen before”, said Cooper shaking. “These two are the best the combine have. If they find you they’ll show no mercy and the Jacovite movement will be wiped out”, said Cooper fumbling for his key card.
Cooper went over to the armaments bank and unlocked it. Grabbing the best sniper rifle out of the storage volt along with grenades and an HEV suit he handed it to Jerome. Sitting back down in his executive chair he got out his pipe and lit up. “You don’t have much time, I know you don’t have a plan but whatever you do don’t lead them to the Jacovites and don’t take them on alone”, Cooper said as he took a puff from his pipe trembling. “Their HEV suits are far more advanced than yours and they can take a hell of a beating”, Cooper stated.
Jerome had so many questions to ask Cooper but knew he only had time for one. “Where will you go?” Jerome asked anxiously. “I’m staying put, for now because I’m sure they haven’t worked out that I’m involved in the Jacovite resistance. Don’t worry about me now; you need to get out of the combine stronghold. I’ll keep in touch through the radio on your HEV suit, keep sharp and good luck Geronimo”, Cooper said calling him by his Jacovite nickname.
Jerome nodded at his fellow Jacovite and glanced around as he put on his backpack, then he left. Cooper stayed seated for some time wondering what his next move should be. Eventually he lifted himself up went over to the armaments cabinet and grabbed one of the shotguns out of the cabinet. Putting the gun beside his desk he continued on with his work.
Jerome briskly exited the combine headquarters stopping momentarily to survey the damage done to the security checkpoint. Around him combine police were examining the checkpoint ruins and the road shook as tanks clanked past him. Then Jerome saw him, the hulking elite named Herman Braun. Jerome shivered as he looked at him thinking of the Jacovites he had indiscriminately cut down this morning.
Jerome walked past Herman Braun with his head down trying not to draw attention. With the sun on his back walking past the checkpoint of tanks his rifle glistened as it stood out from his backpack catching the attention of an official relaxing on a tank as he walked past.
“Excuse me”, said the official sitting up on his tank. Jerome swung around to face him. “Where would you be off to on a day like this with a rifle like that”, said the official smugly. Jerome started to sweat. Before him stood the pride of the combine ‘the soldier’ nicknamed Archie. “Err I, I’m trailing a man named Gordon Freeman”, said Jerome not wanting to alert him to the existence of ‘the scourge of God’. “Hmmm very good”, said the soldier. “Tell me, what makes you think you can catch this man who has eluded the combine for years”, said Archie lowering his sunglasses. “I feel that if I trust in the lord my prayers will be answered”, said Jerome avoiding the question. “I see, well this may be unrelated to anything but I’ll leave you to go on this quote. “It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not”, said Archie smiling knowing who he was. “Yes, sir it is”, Jerome said unable to look at the soldier.
Jerome walked off wiping his brow and pondering what Archie had said. Archie waited a while before he got up and talked to Herman. Walking over to the titan Archie laughed. “What”, grunted Braun. “It’s time to hunt some Jacovite”, said Archie as he gazed toward the combine H.Q.
Banners were flapping in the wind and posters promoting the combine occupation were strewn across the outside balcony as Jerome, deep in thought made his way to Major Cooper’s office.
Cooper was listening to the radio and humming a tune when Jerome walked in, daydreaming.
Cooper looked up seemingly on edge. “Jerome, quick shut the door and get in”, Cooper said scanning the area for unwanted listeners. “Good, now listen and listen good, Jerome, the combine are onto you, they know of your involvement within the Jacovites and are sending men to trail you”. “What? How, you and I are the only ones working as double agents for the jacovites, how could they know?” Jerome asked now starting to panic. “I don’t know, but if I were you I’d get the hell out of here now! I don’t want to have to tell you this but the combine are sending ‘the soldier’ nicknamed Archie after the warrior Achilles and Herman Braun a combine elite bigger than any man you’ve ever seen before”, said Cooper shaking. “These two are the best the combine have. If they find you they’ll show no mercy and the Jacovite movement will be wiped out”, said Cooper fumbling for his key card.
Cooper went over to the armaments bank and unlocked it. Grabbing the best sniper rifle out of the storage volt along with grenades and an HEV suit he handed it to Jerome. Sitting back down in his executive chair he got out his pipe and lit up. “You don’t have much time, I know you don’t have a plan but whatever you do don’t lead them to the Jacovites and don’t take them on alone”, Cooper said as he took a puff from his pipe trembling. “Their HEV suits are far more advanced than yours and they can take a hell of a beating”, Cooper stated.
Jerome had so many questions to ask Cooper but knew he only had time for one. “Where will you go?” Jerome asked anxiously. “I’m staying put, for now because I’m sure they haven’t worked out that I’m involved in the Jacovite resistance. Don’t worry about me now; you need to get out of the combine stronghold. I’ll keep in touch through the radio on your HEV suit, keep sharp and good luck Geronimo”, Cooper said calling him by his Jacovite nickname.
Jerome nodded at his fellow Jacovite and glanced around as he put on his backpack, then he left. Cooper stayed seated for some time wondering what his next move should be. Eventually he lifted himself up went over to the armaments cabinet and grabbed one of the shotguns out of the cabinet. Putting the gun beside his desk he continued on with his work.
Jerome briskly exited the combine headquarters stopping momentarily to survey the damage done to the security checkpoint. Around him combine police were examining the checkpoint ruins and the road shook as tanks clanked past him. Then Jerome saw him, the hulking elite named Herman Braun. Jerome shivered as he looked at him thinking of the Jacovites he had indiscriminately cut down this morning.
Jerome walked past Herman Braun with his head down trying not to draw attention. With the sun on his back walking past the checkpoint of tanks his rifle glistened as it stood out from his backpack catching the attention of an official relaxing on a tank as he walked past.
“Excuse me”, said the official sitting up on his tank. Jerome swung around to face him. “Where would you be off to on a day like this with a rifle like that”, said the official smugly. Jerome started to sweat. Before him stood the pride of the combine ‘the soldier’ nicknamed Archie. “Err I, I’m trailing a man named Gordon Freeman”, said Jerome not wanting to alert him to the existence of ‘the scourge of God’. “Hmmm very good”, said the soldier. “Tell me, what makes you think you can catch this man who has eluded the combine for years”, said Archie lowering his sunglasses. “I feel that if I trust in the lord my prayers will be answered”, said Jerome avoiding the question. “I see, well this may be unrelated to anything but I’ll leave you to go on this quote. “It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not”, said Archie smiling knowing who he was. “Yes, sir it is”, Jerome said unable to look at the soldier.
Jerome walked off wiping his brow and pondering what Archie had said. Archie waited a while before he got up and talked to Herman. Walking over to the titan Archie laughed. “What”, grunted Braun. “It’s time to hunt some Jacovite”, said Archie as he gazed toward the combine H.Q.
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Chapter 5 Now What
If anyone actually does like this story then don't blame me for how wrong this story is cos halflife 2 hasn't arrived in New Zealand yet ;( . Anyway feel free to comment on my masterpiece.
Chapter 5 Now what
The drizzle began again, heavier than before. Earlier in the morning the sun had come out from the clouds, though the weather in City 17 was unpredictable and it had clouded over again. Jerome trudged onward, now having a vague idea of where he was headed. There were abandoned warehouses down at the port that would make excellent hideouts for the time being. Jerome had to keep his wits about him though; the ant lion guard’s were a real menace to the metro police at the old port and no doubt word had spread to keep an eye out for an elite called Jerome Hausen by now.
Through the fog came a tank looming ominously from behind Jerome. Jerome thinking of how long it would take him to reach the port was unaware of the tank until it was too late to react. Glancing around at the last second Jerome was taken back at the size of the tank that had silently crept up behind him through the thick pea soup fog.
The turret of the tank opened and a combine soldier’s head appeared. “Hello down there sir”, came the voice through the rain. Jerome clenching his fists and breathing deeply moved closer to the tank. Fearing the worst he lifted his rifle from his backpack and slowly raised it in the soldier’s direction. “My partner and I are on our way to the old port region and since it’s really starting to pour down we could give you a lift”, said the soldier trying hard to make an impression on his superior, Jerome. Lowering his rifle and shaking his hair dry Jerome clambered up the mighty tank. “One condition though”, said Jerome grinning “I get to drive”.
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Meanwhile..
Cameron stood with his hands behind his back as he stared aimlessly into the thick fog that subjected City 17 to a thorough lack of sight. Cameron waited for a new strike on one of the combine patrols, it was inevitable in the thick fog that a resistance faction would assail onto the metro police as these were the times the combine were most susceptible, in the rain and fog, running in the dark. These ongoing attacks by resistance factions that if minor, were crippling production in certain areas for days even weeks, the insurgents were like flies that wouldn’t die, yet simply come back for more unregarding of consequences. With the increase in numbers amongst the combine though, these cockroaches would soon be squashed. That was the opinion of Cameron at least, as he stared toward the fog and rain.
Cameron’s dull stare was interrupted by the sound of his personal visual link receiving an incoming call. Clicking open his link Cameron received the call in a sober mood. The screen instantly turned on showing the image of one of Cameron’s combine colonel’s in the middle of what seemed to be a street fight.
“Cameron, sir. It’s the resistance leader nicknamed the scourge”, said the colonel, retreating back for cover. “What, where are you and what of your team?” yelled Cameron lowering his glasses. “Sir, I can’t say exactly where we are but we’ve been on the trail of a team of insurgents through the fog. Sir, we had them on the run, but, but they’ve mounted a counter attack and encircled us. It’s only a matter of time now”, said the colonel running up a fleet of stairs in desperate retreat. “Colonel”, yelled Cameron sweating. “Look out for a land mark, a street name anything so we can send backup to wipe out the insurgents foxhole”, said Cameron biting his lip in anticipation, this was his chance to destroy the scourge of God and his followers. “Sir we’ve been pushed back over the operating train line and…Gahhh..I, I’m hit”, screamed the colonel as he slowly sank to the ground in agony. “Colonel?” yelled Cameron. “Sir, gahhh”, said the colonel as he writhed in agony. “Sir, early we captured one of the insurgents, he explained a Father Unger, nicknamed the scourge is running things”, choked the colonel as he gasped for breath. “15 years ago he was involved in the accident at……….” “Colonel, colonel, do you copy, colonel? Uh har so close, so close”, Cameron yelled as he smashed the coffee table that got in his way. The screen to Cameron’s video link went blank and Cameron sat down with his head in his hands in sheer disbelief that a Father Unger, the scourge, had slipped through his grasp, again.
At that same moment the door to Cameron’s refined top story office door swung open. “Mr Cameron, what’s the trouble I heard noise and….”, said General Grims as Cameron cut him off in mid sentence. “Enough, It’s the scourge, we’ve found his H.Q, well the colonel found it except now he’s dead and we have no idea where his team was”, said Cameron frustrated he had to repeat the event. “Hmmm sir, I wouldn’t worry too much about that”, said Grims restoring Cameron’s hope. “The fact is that while our combine soldiers may be expendable their suits are not, the HEV suits are fixed with tracking devices to find them and then use again”, said Grims confidently. “Brilliant, genius ahh yes, get a team on it right away”, said Cameron smugly. “If I may sir, I would like to take this mission myself with the accompaniment of Major Cooper and his tank division”, said Grims eagerly. “Very well, General, although I want the soldier, Archie to tag along. I’m sure that Herman can take care of himself and Jerome without Archie by his side”, said Cameron changing plans. “Yes sir, anything else”, said Grims raring to go. “Tell Cooper he’s now a colonel, because of err, complications”, said Cameron cunningly.
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Chapter 5 Now what
The drizzle began again, heavier than before. Earlier in the morning the sun had come out from the clouds, though the weather in City 17 was unpredictable and it had clouded over again. Jerome trudged onward, now having a vague idea of where he was headed. There were abandoned warehouses down at the port that would make excellent hideouts for the time being. Jerome had to keep his wits about him though; the ant lion guard’s were a real menace to the metro police at the old port and no doubt word had spread to keep an eye out for an elite called Jerome Hausen by now.
Through the fog came a tank looming ominously from behind Jerome. Jerome thinking of how long it would take him to reach the port was unaware of the tank until it was too late to react. Glancing around at the last second Jerome was taken back at the size of the tank that had silently crept up behind him through the thick pea soup fog.
The turret of the tank opened and a combine soldier’s head appeared. “Hello down there sir”, came the voice through the rain. Jerome clenching his fists and breathing deeply moved closer to the tank. Fearing the worst he lifted his rifle from his backpack and slowly raised it in the soldier’s direction. “My partner and I are on our way to the old port region and since it’s really starting to pour down we could give you a lift”, said the soldier trying hard to make an impression on his superior, Jerome. Lowering his rifle and shaking his hair dry Jerome clambered up the mighty tank. “One condition though”, said Jerome grinning “I get to drive”.
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Meanwhile..
Cameron stood with his hands behind his back as he stared aimlessly into the thick fog that subjected City 17 to a thorough lack of sight. Cameron waited for a new strike on one of the combine patrols, it was inevitable in the thick fog that a resistance faction would assail onto the metro police as these were the times the combine were most susceptible, in the rain and fog, running in the dark. These ongoing attacks by resistance factions that if minor, were crippling production in certain areas for days even weeks, the insurgents were like flies that wouldn’t die, yet simply come back for more unregarding of consequences. With the increase in numbers amongst the combine though, these cockroaches would soon be squashed. That was the opinion of Cameron at least, as he stared toward the fog and rain.
Cameron’s dull stare was interrupted by the sound of his personal visual link receiving an incoming call. Clicking open his link Cameron received the call in a sober mood. The screen instantly turned on showing the image of one of Cameron’s combine colonel’s in the middle of what seemed to be a street fight.
“Cameron, sir. It’s the resistance leader nicknamed the scourge”, said the colonel, retreating back for cover. “What, where are you and what of your team?” yelled Cameron lowering his glasses. “Sir, I can’t say exactly where we are but we’ve been on the trail of a team of insurgents through the fog. Sir, we had them on the run, but, but they’ve mounted a counter attack and encircled us. It’s only a matter of time now”, said the colonel running up a fleet of stairs in desperate retreat. “Colonel”, yelled Cameron sweating. “Look out for a land mark, a street name anything so we can send backup to wipe out the insurgents foxhole”, said Cameron biting his lip in anticipation, this was his chance to destroy the scourge of God and his followers. “Sir we’ve been pushed back over the operating train line and…Gahhh..I, I’m hit”, screamed the colonel as he slowly sank to the ground in agony. “Colonel?” yelled Cameron. “Sir, gahhh”, said the colonel as he writhed in agony. “Sir, early we captured one of the insurgents, he explained a Father Unger, nicknamed the scourge is running things”, choked the colonel as he gasped for breath. “15 years ago he was involved in the accident at……….” “Colonel, colonel, do you copy, colonel? Uh har so close, so close”, Cameron yelled as he smashed the coffee table that got in his way. The screen to Cameron’s video link went blank and Cameron sat down with his head in his hands in sheer disbelief that a Father Unger, the scourge, had slipped through his grasp, again.
At that same moment the door to Cameron’s refined top story office door swung open. “Mr Cameron, what’s the trouble I heard noise and….”, said General Grims as Cameron cut him off in mid sentence. “Enough, It’s the scourge, we’ve found his H.Q, well the colonel found it except now he’s dead and we have no idea where his team was”, said Cameron frustrated he had to repeat the event. “Hmmm sir, I wouldn’t worry too much about that”, said Grims restoring Cameron’s hope. “The fact is that while our combine soldiers may be expendable their suits are not, the HEV suits are fixed with tracking devices to find them and then use again”, said Grims confidently. “Brilliant, genius ahh yes, get a team on it right away”, said Cameron smugly. “If I may sir, I would like to take this mission myself with the accompaniment of Major Cooper and his tank division”, said Grims eagerly. “Very well, General, although I want the soldier, Archie to tag along. I’m sure that Herman can take care of himself and Jerome without Archie by his side”, said Cameron changing plans. “Yes sir, anything else”, said Grims raring to go. “Tell Cooper he’s now a colonel, because of err, complications”, said Cameron cunningly.
