1 Work by DoobleBrain
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Gordon never came across as particularly intimidating; he was too frayed at the ends, too high strung and moralistic. Still, he was a trigger happy anxious wreck pumped with adrenaline (natural and artificial), and he was protected from anything and everything with the impenetrable HEV suit keeping him safe from radiation, bootboys, and Benreys.
This time, Gordon didn’t have the HEV suit. All he had were sweatpants (worn by time and fabric softener), and a t-shirt with a graphic so faded that Benrey couldn’t tell what it was. Motherfucker didn’t even have shoes, and he was currently struggling to maintain his balance on the slick floors in his basic-ass white socks. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had a red mark on his face, one that would soon enough turn into a deep purple bruise. Had two arms, though. A win is a win.
He regained his bearings as quickly as he could be expected to, and leapt back into action, presumably to continue his mad dash in the opposite direction. His eyes caught up with his brain and spotted the lone guard standing in the hallway in front of him.
His mouth fell open. He stared in shock.
Benrey pointed to the gun in Gordon’s hand. “Hey, did you steal that?"