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When Gordon Freeman was hired at Black Mesa, he thought it would be an easy job. Just help out around the store.
But now, looking at his new co-workers, he realized how wrong he was.
There were 5 people working there, not counting Gordon or their boss.
First was Mr. Harold Coomer. He mostly restocked the shelves at Black Mesa. The older man was very friendly and had taken Gordon under his wing.
Next was Bubby. They wouldn’t give anyone their last name. They were quite the hothead, having a superiority complex and a fear of heights. They were a cashier, and would snap at the Karens in the store. Bubby probably did that so the manager wouldn’t have to.
The manager was Tommy Coolatta. The man was 36 but extremely childish. He still was effective at his job, however. Tommy was always followed around by his huge golden retriever, Sunkist. Sunkist was considered an employee as she helped out around the store.
Tommy had a friend named Darnold who worked at the bar. Why the store had a bar, Gordon never knew, but Darnold worked there. Darnold made all the drinks at the bar, affectionately named the ‘Potions Department.’
Finally was Benrey, Gordon’s mortal enemy. Despite Gordon’s insistence that the security guard didn’t need to see it, Benrey always asked for the other’s passport. It drove Gordon nuts, but he couldn’t do anything about it.
Looking at everyone, Gordon smiled. Working at Black Mesa was going to be an interesting experience for him, and he couldn’t wait.