Half-Tale: The Fallen

Chapter 1 (2/3) - A Cease Fire

Half-Tale: The Fallen

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Chapter 1 (2/3) – A Cease Fire

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"Wait, please, don't kill me!"

A man in heavy duty green military gear slowly approaches a beaten and battered scientist, who hid behind a knocked down pristine, save for the blood, table. With one hand wielding a bloodied wrench, and the other gripped on a worn M1911, the man scowled, his countenance hidden behind a gas mask and a navy green tactical, bullet resistant helmet. The camouflaged spotted white cargo pants he wore clashed with various other substances that covered it, very obviously having witnessed hours of sustained combat with aliens and humans alike.

"Another scientist trapped down here, huh...?"

It appears that Adrian has encountered another Black Mesa scientist, sprawled out on the ground, and beaten. The man clad in military gear shifted his gaze over towards an elevator shaft and took a heavy breath, his movements slow and sluggish, though at a moment's notice, he could spring into action if necessary.

He'd have to navigate down it, he knew that. More elevator systems to navigate. Lovely.

The scientist continued to cower as Adrian walked over to him, then kneeling right in front of him. He spoke and extended a hand to try and reassure him. The voice that came out was raspy, yet definitively young. "I'm... sorry for scaring you."

"Oh, thank you...!" the scientist took his hand and repositioned himself back up, Adrian noticing a wave of relief washing over his entire being as this man was certainly not here to kill him; rather, he helped him, compared to the numerous other soldiers that had come to murder his colleagues.

This was not Adrian's handiwork; he wouldn't dream of it. Why his colleagues and fellow soldiers would do such a thing was beyond him, but he wasn't there to theorise. His mask hid his countenance, but he was tired. Hours upon hours of navigating through the various labyrinths of the scientist site, encountering various monsters, his own team, scientists, and black ops soldiers rendered the twenty-two-year-old soldier wanting to give up.

But he couldn't. He doesn't know exactly what's happening down here, but he couldn't give up. He pledged to save as many civilians as possible, even though it supposedly went against his orders, or whatever orders he thought he would have been given if he had been awake when he touched down.

"Need to keep moving."

The scientist reached into his lab coat and retrieved a syringe filled with, to Adrian, an unknown substance. Sensing his hesitation, the scientist waved his hand and assured the rebellious soldier. "Ah, don't worry. It's just some morphine; it should help you out a little seeing your... wounds."

A mild sense of reassurance rushed over Adrian, who nodded and let the scientist inject the syringe into his body. The sense of reassurance that had permeated over the man was replaced with a newfound sense of rejuvenation as he felt his previous wounds' pain depart from his body.

Adrian's face contorted into one of slight satisfaction, though this was obviously difficult to see due to the gas mask he'd stubbornly kept on his face thus far on his impromptu mission. Adjusting his military vest adorned with various weaponry a slight bit, he turned and waved goodbye to the scientist. Where he supposed he was going, he wouldn't want anyone getting hurt because of him. Not again.