On the outskirts of the setting, wherever and whatever it may be, a man in a black and orange hazmat suit skulks.
The man gazes out at whatever is in front of him. He adjusts his thick-rimmed glasses, strokes his carefully trimmed goatee, and contemplates his surroundings in complete silence.
Minutes ago, Gordon Freeman had been battling the Combine militia, with the freedom of Earth hanging in the balance. Now he was... somewhere else, without explanation, with a good idea of who could have done this but no idea why... or what to do next.
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If you've played Half Life, you should know who Gordon's prime suspect is. Hint: He's a not-quite-human in a nice suit who talks with AcCENT upon the Wrong SylLABle.)
edited 4th Feb '13 8:53:20 AM by Uilleam
Tastes better on the way back down.

Caroline: "May I ask why you are looking so... un-kempt?"