a Half-Life fanfic by BondiBlue
with thanks to squirrelking, Osaka420 and TacticalF41L
Some things never change, John Freeman reflected.
For instance, even though mankind had been subjugated and enslaved by a sprawling interdimensional alien empire 20 years ago, here he was, in an office, typing on a computer.
Well, some things did change. For instance, John was, like several other Resistance generals, undercover as a Civil Protection officer on the Ground Crew, responding to calls of 'malcompliance' and 'social endangerment' to the Combine, in their capital of City 17. And what he was typing might also have surprised his past self; the forms that would disavow any involvement in the deaths of 3 other officers, which he would fill out with outright lies thanks to his murder of the officers in question. You didn't survive long in City 17 if you had any aversion to murder or high deceit.
John's drudgery was interrupted by a chime on his CP communicator. Not