The sniper's portal gun takes aim, and fires. THHT—an orange portal forms in the pavement where the gels will land.
The gun points at the moon, and a pale eye glares through the crosshairs in its lens—the eye’s pupil contracts as it gets hit with a strong lunar glow. In the lens is an eerie ghostworld of craters and dust etched with fire-blackened valleys what came from a deadly laser. Two tiny silver specks float above it all, stuck in low lunar orbit, about twenty miles up.
The hand and the gun shake with anticipation and cold—
—a calming breath—
—the hand stills.
The Sniper’s Portal Gun fires—an intense vacuum sucks air from employee housing, whips snow and broken glass into a dizzy flurry and peels paint from apartment walls. When Chell peers around the wall she’s using as a shield the wind seems to think that pulling her into its loving embrace is the best idea anyone has ever thought of in all the world.
Cold fingers tremble, and jerk a yellow joystick—a dazzling burst of saffron breaks from the lead drum in the back of the dump truck, arcs across the stark black heavens, and passes through a portal. . . .
the first impression this (or at least the icon in the gallery) made on me was 'Men in Black' and I dont know why, cuz ive never even seen men in black... odd...