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Gordon isn't quite so bothered by Mari and his spider as Alyx is, but he sees nothing wrong with taking an opportunity when one presents itself. When no one on the Borealis is looking he gathers up a few of his preferred weapons and heads to Milliways. It doesn't pay to get out of practice, after all, and Bar is kind enough to dispense paper targets when asked.
Anyone who wanders by the target range out back will encounter a 6'2" scientist in orange and grey body armor laying ruthless waste to an assortment of ... well, mostly human... shapes in various poses of attack, arranged at various distances. Not that you'd encounter headcrab zombies and Combine solders and Elites in one place like this, let alone with the handful of interspersed paper civilians the Bar threw in for good measure, but beggars can't be choosers.
We suggest interruptions wait until he's reloading. Gordon has a tendency to get really absorbed in his work.
Anyone who wanders by the target range out back will encounter a 6'2" scientist in orange and grey body armor laying ruthless waste to an assortment of ... well, mostly human... shapes in various poses of attack, arranged at various distances. Not that you'd encounter headcrab zombies and Combine solders and Elites in one place like this, let alone with the handful of interspersed paper civilians the Bar threw in for good measure, but beggars can't be choosers.
We suggest interruptions wait until he's reloading. Gordon has a tendency to get really absorbed in his work.