Darkness sweeps across the sky above City 38. As almost all life lurks away behind closed doors, a fateful few remain. These are those who will determine what will transpire in the next day. They are the ones who will have the real impact on the daily happenings of others. During the darkness, the night. So much potential.
It’s 091’s first night shift. First week as a unit in City 38. Everything has been generally the same as City 45 in a broad sense, but there’s just some minor difference. Something isn’t right at all. It’s as if the darkness that looms over the city isn’t the only thing representing evil potential. The air carries it as well…
The first step out of the Nexus is always like some form of rebirth. Not a new life exactly, but a new sense of being, a new purpose. As 091 took that step outside, she took a deep breath, and gathered her surroundings. A darkened sky, the chilled touch of the freezing rain. A slight tease of the wind, whispering throughout the plaza, and presumably the rest of the city as well. What a great environment for a first night patrol.
091 wore her standard uniform. A thick, black trenchcoat, with navy blue stripes down along the sides. Concealed by her outer attire sat thick, elite kevlar, tightly strapped to her person. Her feet lay comfortably nestled in a pair of combat boots, black of course. Along her waist rested her equipment belt, donning everything from a stunbaton to a pack of Bicycle playing cards. You never know when they’ll come in handy.
To finish it all off was her faceplate. If the rest of her appearance wasn’t enough to pay respect to her formality her faceplate surely was. It glistened in the street lights with such glamour, and its silvery metal surface shined with the onslaught of rain. Such a sight to see; a unit in such a formal manner with such power in the midst of a storm. She began to walk.
Somewhere around the Sector 4 hardpoint, 091 was supposed to meet up with her patrol group. They were to gather, check in, and proceed with a standard night patrol of Sector 4. Nothing special by any means, just standard procedure. As 091 proceeded to the rendezvous point, her boots were met with constant puddles of water, and her faceplate barraged by water droplets. Her uniform offered little protection against the coldness that closed around her, but she pushed on regardless.
As she approached the hardpoint, four figures began to form from the darkness. At first, they merely appeared as objects within a storm. But wait, they were surely human. As she grew even closer to them, she smiled as she noticed their units’ attire, figuring them for her patrol group. They all appeared decently armed and equipped but none of them had the appearance of a higher ranking unit than she. As she approached, they all came to a weaker form of attention, causing 091 to stop and look at them.
“Evening, 091 ma’am. Whaddya’ say we start this patrol?”
Backup Sections »
Half-Life 2 Roleplay »
