I begin to find bits and pieces of scrap metal around the scattered bodies in the surrounding area of the G-Van, and begin welding them on when a certain canister catches my eye.
Liquid Nitrogen.
I don't know if it's a sign from God, the G-Man, or just dumb luck, but I pile it into the back of the van.
Liquid Nitrogen.
I don't know if it's a sign from God, the G-Man, or just dumb luck, but I pile it into the back of the van.