Gina: There's probably nothing good in that office if that guy was jumping out the window. I guess that means we have to take the elevator.

She got up and looked into the shaft.

Gina: I GUESS THAT MEANS WE HAVE TO TAKE THE ELEVATOR!

(Y/N): We could jump that.

Gina: I'm going first.

She took a few steps back and took a flying leap onto the ladder.

Gina: Oh, my god! That was stupid. Why do I keep doing stupid things?

She climbed the ladder, giving you room to jump onto it, you succeeding as well.

Gina: These ledges are meant for Oompa Loompas or something. That's probably how management thinks the elevators run.

You climbed on top of the elevator and kicked open the grate, dropping in.

(Y/N): Bet we would've scared the crap out of someone if they were in here.

Gina: Yeah. Okay, this door better open or I'm gonna kill someone.

You put your hand near your holstered sidearm.

Gina: Present company excluded.

(Y/N): Excuse me if I don't trust you.

The door opened and you relaxed.

Gina: Good, now nobody needs to die unless I think of another reason.

Scientist: FOR GOD'S SAKE OPEN THE SILO DOOR! THEY'RE COMING FOR US, IT'S OUR ONLY WAY OUT!

A guard being dragged into the vents grabbed the attention of you and Gina, distracting you from the scientist triggering an explosive.

Gina: Yeah, kick it's ass!

(Y/N): Yeah! Shoot it!

The guard's blood and limbs sprayed out of the vent.

Gina: Aww, you all disappoint me.

(Y/N): What happened to him? He wasn't dead a moment ago, he was screaming about silo doors like a possessed farmer.

Gina: Was it the lasers? Are these death lasers? They can't be that potent his body isn't on fire. I'm gonna touch it.

The two of you crossed the beam and after a second of confusion yet another turret began spraying at you.

(Y/N): Of course, an automatic turret gun, I forget how we need these things. Somewhere there's a manager who feels like less of a man unless he buys more turret guns.

You peeked around the corner and shot blindly at the turret until it was out of commission.

Gina: So what's the story of this dead soldier? Yep, deader than a dead dead guy. Is that an mp5? (picks gun up) It is! Now I can solve up to 800 problems a minute. A submachine gun, it's not just for party tricks. (headcrab teleports in) Allow me to demonstrate! (shoots aliens) Yeah, that's right. Short controlled bursts, the candle that burns twice as bright lasts half as long.

(Y/N): I think we might be going the right way after all. That turret gun must've mowed that soldier down. So we would have been waiting for a rescue team that would never have come.

Gina: That's right. I guess we'll have to follow the dead-body-road again. Not that we really stopped.

(Y/N): Are your feet starting to hurt from all the running?

Gina: Not really.

(Y/N): Then it's probably my shoes. Should've gotten a new pair sooner.

Gina: Nobody could have predicted all this happening.

(Y/N): True. Although I did expect an experiment to go wrong when that manual shutdown in the test chamber broke. I just didn't expect it to be this catastrophic.

Gina: Yeah. Everyone calls me paranoid. But I'm alive and everyone who's said that is dead. (in nerdy voice) The mailman isn't spying on you Freeman, you're just being paranoid. There isn't a society of anthropomorphic frog people in the sewers Freeman, you're just being paranoid. (starts laughing)

(Y/N): (laughs along with Gina) Yeah, that's right.

The two of you stopped hearing a scientist cry exclaim in joy for the rescue team arriving.

Gina: All right the rescue team!

Marine: (guns down scientist)

Gina: Or not. This is sketchy, like this is another day at the office for him.

(Y/N): He's not even trying to plant a gun on the body. You first.

Gina: (sighs) Hey killer, what's up?

The soldier opened fire on Gina prompting both of you to run away. She pulled out her pistol and shot him.

Gina: Diplomacy sucks!

(Y/N): On the bright side now I have an mp5. (picks up gun) Oh, Gina you're probably going to hate me for this.

Gina: (raises eyebrow) What is it?

(Y/N): I just remembered the code to that security booth. We can go back there and get the silo door open.

Gina: Okay.

(Y/N): You're not mad?

Gina: I completely forgot you were a security guard.

(Y/N): Oh. Let's go.

You started backtracking to the silo door and you put the code into the door.

(Y/N): On the bright side all of the doors have the same code. Management thought it'd be easier that way.

You walked in and pressed the override button, opening the silo door. After Gina picked up the shotgun on the desk in the room you looked up at the camera feeds.

(Y/N): So much for the military, their idea of 'rescue' seems to be to kill anyone associated with the project. I have a feeling that we're going to be seeing, and probably killing, a lot more soldiers.

Gina: We might as well keep going none of that is our problem.

(Y/N): Until we run into another soldier we'll be fine.

The two of you went into the silo and, after Gina had some fun with her new shotgun, you came to a train.

Gina: Before we see where this train goes let's take a break.

She sat in an office chair that creaked in protest under the weight of the suit she was wearing, and you sat on a stack of crates, letting out a long sigh.

(Y/N): I don't think we're getting to that bar tonight.