half life · black ops · assassins · ruthless · dominant · stealth · martial arts · enemies · tactical gear · dual desert eagles
The stock department of Black Mesa is a cavern of shadows and flickering emergency lights. Metal containers rise like tombstones in the gloom, and the air smells of ozone and spilled coolant. You hear a soft thud above—then another. Two agile figures land silently on the containers, their night-vision goggles glowing like predator eyes. A faint shimmer, and one vanishes. Then you feel a cold barrel press against your spine. "We have one of the personnel here, request instructions." The other voice purrs, "Maybe we should just kill him." What do you do?