"Hey, Dr. Freeman. I see a Strider. Comn' down the road." said the rebel, crouched beside the infamous Gordon Freeman. Freeman gave the rebel a nod and headed to the supply closet. He removed his trusty red crowbar from his belt and used it to beat a box labeled: RPG until it's contents spilled onto the dusty floor. Gordon picked up the 20lb launcher and presented it to his friend, Barney.

"Aw, thanks Gordon." said Barney, extending his arms to take the large weapon.

"But Gordon…" whined Alyx from the other side of the room. Gordon was struck with a dilemma.

The puppy-dog eye's of Alyx or his friend Barney. But he had an idea. He placed one gloved hand palm up and then whacked his other hand on it three times, and then formed a scissor shape with his fingers.

"Oh, rock, paper, scissors. Got it, Gordon." said Barney, readying his hands to play. Gordon returned to the rebel's side.

"Don't think it's spotted us yet." said the rebel.

Freeman nodded.

Just then he heard Barney shout "Son of a -" Soon after Alyx entered the room and knelt next to Gordon. Seeing the look on his face she said "Barney, stubbed his toe."

The security guard stumbled through the door of the command post.

"Gordon, your girlfriend just knocked out another of my teeth! By the time this whole thing's over I won't have any left!" shouted Barney.

Gordon gave Alyx a concerned look then took the rocket launcher and shouldered it himself.

The two soon disappeared inside the base.

"How do you live with those two?" asked the rebel.

Gordon wasn't so sure himself.