They would race each other to see who could make to the other side first and, by chance, they would meet each other inside the air ducts and none of them would move back so the other could make their way out, until, of course, when Barney gave in so he could finally get out to pee. Him and Barney would know those vents like their own palms. Piling some stuff he managed to climb into the vent. I mean, him and Barney were like? Best friends? He knew him since he joined Black Mesa? The careless Barney who would once in a while come across just to check on him, who would offer him beers but never actually buy him one?Īnd entering the changing room, he hung up his white coat in his lock and looked up for the closest vent entrance he could find, and he did. ー Hey! Visitors are not allowed this late of night. ー ー Gordon signed with his hands, moving up from the chair instantly. ー Oh, so you know Barney Calhoun? He’s at the medical lab… Sorry, can’t really tell you his condition. ー Wait, Barney is that one security guard you hang up with, isn’t him? ー the scientist asked Gordon, who nodded slowly. But a particular scientist turned to Gordon, and noticed the guy had turned pale.
The scientists’ group went “oohs” and “aahs”, some even caressed their bellies, trying not to imagine the pain he must have felt. He was securing the sector with me, I was too far to do anything, he stood next to the guy, spoke to him, convinced him to stop all that, but in the end, shit, the guy shot him close to his abdomen, poor Barney, was taken immediately to the meds. ー But I guess the worst was that… Another mate was there to stop the poor bastard, then he got shot. ー He was mumbling something about “the end of the world” and how we are all doomed, said he had a dream with teleports and aliens destroying the facility, what a lunatic? He then aimed at his own head several times, making the people in the sector very uncomfortable. He greeted both the previous guard and the scientists’ team, then proceeded to update them with the news from his previous sector, in which some weird guy had showed up with a gun and tried to commit suicide. Half an hour passed by, and came across another security guard, who was supposed to look after Gordon and his team for the night. The 27 years old physicist had already finished his shift work, but couldn’t actually go to sleep due to high levels of caffeine in his blood, so he sat next to his colleagues, book in hands, not actually reading, but they didn’t have to know that. It was just another ordinary night at Black Mesa Research Facility, but most specifically at Sector C, the test labs sector, where Gordon Freeman found himself doing absolutely nothing.
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