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Tommy discretely pocketed what he thought was soda for later.
Gordon rounded up the group to prepare to trek off into the city.
“Alright guys, we should start making our way to Eli’s lab to meet up with Alyx and Barney-“
“And our friend Benrey!” Coomer interjected.
Gordon’s face fell into an expression of visible disgust at the mention of that name. He dismissed Coomer in a tone that might have sounded more uncaring and contemptuous that intended.
“We’re not going there for him.”
“And what the fuck are we going to do with this?!” Bubby gestured to Forzen, who had been standing and staring at random points in the room, seemingly bored of his situation. He looked down at Bubby after a pause.
“Hey I have a name.”
“I’m old as the fucking pyramids you think I’d remember that?? I can’t remember what I had for breakfast this morning!! Or if I even had breakfast!!! Gordon when are we getting breakfast??”
Gordon squinted, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed.
“Let’s just… everyone keep a close eye on bootboy; he could be useful later.
Boper ran up behind the 7 foot tall soldier.
“Hey uh Boper? Be careful with him; he could teleport or whatever at any moment,” Gordon said.
It was when he saw Forzen from behind that he spotted a small familiar symbol on the back of his neck just below his right ear.
Chapter 3 finale part (1/3)
Yeesss I’m back!! Schools finally over so I can buckle down and back more Barnrey yaYY
Forzen sat down on a nearby storage box. He removed his weapon from his back and laid it across his lap as Kleiner rambled.
“Incredible.. how long have you been able to perform such feats of time-space travel? How often does it happen? Can you control it?”
Forzen looked up with squinted eyes from cleaning his gun.
“I don’t know. A few years maybe. It just happens,” he looked back down and continued to work on the weapon. “I can’t control when it happens or where I go.”
There was a beat of silence and Forzen stopped and exhaled without looking up again.
“That’s how I got here. One second I was at Black Mesa, another I was in the middle of this.” He looked up. “That was a year ago.”
Kleiner nodded slowly. “I see.. and you appear to have not aged physically despite the tremendous leap in space-time. You need something to stabilize you, to keep you from fluctuating across and giving into quantum collapse on the molecular level..”
Forzen knit his brow. Kleiner paced in front of him.
“Do you have a constant in your life that could stabilize you? A place, a thing? A person perhaps?”
Forzen shook his head. Kleiner continued to brainstorm as Gordon walked over to Darnold. The potion master appeared to be loading a flare gun-like weapon with soda canisters. Gordon looked on in confusion.
Teleporm!
*gay flush*
He just wanted to graduate, is all.
