Noticing a pesky individual has been tearing down my explosive works of art, I silently stalk the golf cart with a rather conspicous sign attached. I grab a small blade, presumably left by a dead man, or even the dreaded G-Man. I throw with all my might as the blade lodges itself into the back of the driver's head, as the golf cart swerves and crashes through a glass display case, toppling several mannequins onto his now limp body.
I retrieve my blade from the corpse of Doctor Com and commandeer his golf cart, deciding I need to bring others to my cause of defeating the G-Man.
I retrieve my blade from the corpse of Doctor Com and commandeer his golf cart, deciding I need to bring others to my cause of defeating the G-Man.