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ELI MOSES VANCE
1968-2021

There should, thinks Alyx, be more than this. Her father was the reason the Resistance existed, the reason they were allied with the Vortigaunts--arguably, he was the reason the human race still exists as anything but mechanized slaves to the Combine. He deserves a better sendoff than this. Hell, he deserves a fucking ( Read more... )

The door opens onto cool air, the hum of ventilation fans, and the slanted, golden light of the same August morning they left three months ago ( Read more... )

Two hours and some-odd minutes of sleep may not sound like a lot, but by Alyx's standards it's a long, indolent rest. When you grow up a fugitive, never sure whether a Xenian beast or a Combine soldier could show up at your doorstep, you get your rest where you can and wake up ready to fight. Or to run ( Read more... )

They've escaped the Overwatch's trap, but Gordon and Alyx aren't away from Combine influence completely. Two dropships passed overhead a few minutes ago, followed by a hunter-chopper which, thank God, didn't seem to notice the car. All three were headed in the same general direction--toward White Froest ( Read more... )

It took a few minutes of searching, but Gordon and Alyx have managed to locate an old dirt road branching off from the main highway. It's narrow and steep, and so overgrown with weeds and grass as to be barely visible, but it seems to lead in the right general direction. And if no one's used this road in a while, the odds are good that the Combine ( Read more... )