(no subject)
The Combine razor train speeds along toward its destination, black metal gleaming in the sun like knife efficiently cutting through all the chaos of the world. Even from the outside, it looks evil. Deadly. Unearthly.
Inside, suspicions are confirmed; the spartan, narrow corridors are filled with all forms of munitions and turrets - the weapons of war. This particular train is also carrying Combine MetroCops and Overwatch soldiers, with prisoner in tow, along the tracks to the Industrial Complex. They've extracted all the information they can from him, and he'll likely be killed when they get arrive. He's left alone after they're done with him for other tasks around the train, alone with the hallucinations the juice cooks up. They have to get ready, as they are quickly approaching their destination, and who knows what will await them there. But they've had an uneventful journey thus far, and have gone above and beyond the call of duty.
(Until the train starts to rumble and shake, that is.)
Inside, suspicions are confirmed; the spartan, narrow corridors are filled with all forms of munitions and turrets - the weapons of war. This particular train is also carrying Combine MetroCops and Overwatch soldiers, with prisoner in tow, along the tracks to the Industrial Complex. They've extracted all the information they can from him, and he'll likely be killed when they get arrive. He's left alone after they're done with him for other tasks around the train, alone with the hallucinations the juice cooks up. They have to get ready, as they are quickly approaching their destination, and who knows what will await them there. But they've had an uneventful journey thus far, and have gone above and beyond the call of duty.
(Until the train starts to rumble and shake, that is.)