Good morning. You are LATE!
Your name is Dr. R. Razz, you are one of the lead scientist for a SECRET PROJECT at Black Mesa’s Ohio division (you swear it has nothing to do with copious amounts of corn and a strange crystal. You swear.) You’ve been finding yourself late to work these days, you aren’t fully sure why! Maybe it is the late nights you’ve been staying up, or the fact that you get stuck in traffic a lot. Who knows!
Anyway, as your shoes tap against the floor you come face to face with your hurdle, WORK SECURITY. As you walk up to a door, you are stopped by a grey person.
RANDOM GAURD: Oh- Hey, can I see your ID please?
DOC RAZZ: OF COURSE, my grey friend!
You pull out your security card from god knows where, you have no pockets and your sure you didn’t put this in your coat this morning.
Your ID is a few years old, now that you’ve worked here for a few years, look how darling you are here!
RANDOM GUARD: Alright, just had to check, management has been on my ass about looking at IDs they ‘Don’t want a repeat of the evil milk situation’ I mean, how was anyone supposed to know that guy had an evil virus on him?
The guard turns and unlocks the door for you, you give them a curt wave as you walk away. And then you start running again. As you use your legs to propel yourself like a magnificent horse you spot someone you know