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Gordon's been out by the lake since sundown, doing his best to walk or run himself into a state of exhaustion advanced enough to let him sleep for once. It didn't really take, so he's come inside, a bit damp from the usual Scottish weather. It's not all that different from the weather he used to slog through at home, a fact which may have inspired an idea or two. He migrates over to the Bar and says, "Excuse me. Do you have back issues of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer in stock?"

A napkin materializes with one word on it: Yes.

"Good. May I please have an issue from..." He drums his fingers on the bartop a moment, thinking. "The first week of September. 1982. I- oh."

After riffling through the Local News section he adds, much more quietly, "Any chance of the WSU alumni newsletter and a pair of scissors?"

That, too, seems to have worked. He looks for a moment as if he might ask for something else; then he goes silent and heads in search of a place to sit. His guns can wait. For now, this is more important.

[Tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Wilbur Whateley, Alyx Vance. Open until it scrolls off the front page.]

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*Andrew considers this.*

Are the hive-minded aliens likely to be any actual help?

"They've saved my skin a few times now," says Gordon. "There aren't many of them in City 17, from what I saw. I think most of them live with the humans who've escaped from the Combine cities. I know they taught me how to control the antlions- alien bugs the size of a pony, they look like they came from Klendathu..."

... dude. *Andrew's sitting up straight now, visibly impressed.* That's some definite help right there.

"I have to kill one of the bulls first," says Gordon. "Thirty feet of rage in a fifteen-foot-long carapace. Once I've done that there's scent glands inside I can use. I invaded what used to be a supermaximum security prison alone with a fleet of those things following me."

...and the scent glands make the rest of the bugs think you're the bull, so they follow you. That's kind of brilliant.

*The problem-solver/gamer geek aspect appears to be ascendant at the moment; Andrew's too delighted by the solution to be particularly concerned about the problem. Sorry about that, Gordon.*

"Pretty much, yep," says Gordon. "They taught the humans in the Resistance how to use antlion larvae for serious healing, too. Accelerates cell regrowth or something."

So what's their deal, the Vortigaunts? Other than the hive-mind thing and the having been slaves?

*He pronounces the name pretty well for a first try.*

"They're- I don't know much about them. They were in the invading force at Black Mesa, like I said. Alyx's father was the first human to make contact with them as possible allies, when she was still just a kid." Gordon shakes his head. "They can control that lightning of theirs- they used it to charge up my suit a couple of times, and one of them was operating a television with it. The one I spoke to said they'd lost everything that was ever dear to them. Among all the other things he said..."