"Having a pleasant evening, Dr. Freeman?"

It was too dark to see the speaker. It didn't matter. There was only one voice like that, anywhere, ever.

A flicker of green briefly lit up a lipless, mirthless smile. "And here you'd been under the- impression- that you were all out of such things. That you would never have a quiet evening to yourself ( Read more... )

They should start receiving reports from the other Resistance cells soon, from what Alyx's told him. Gordon's taking her word for it. What he knows about the communication protocols and safety measures around here could fill a thimble. Right now he's occupying himself with weapon maintenance. It's necessary, and given how many weapons he's got, it ( Read more... )

The briefing's over and done with, and the newcomers from Seattle (Gordon will never think of it as City 08) are settling into their new living quarters. What they're going to do with them over the long term he doesn't know, but the long term's going to depend on their continued survival regardless, so it'll just have to take care of itself ( Read more... )