Gordon refrains from mentioning that he actually got the gun off the corpse of one of the other security guards...

"--Bunch of jacked-up meatheads who didn't have a functioning forebrain among them." Wow, tell us how you really feel, Gordon. "Bastards gunned down anyone that came close to them and them complained that none of us were fighting back! Well..." Again, a smirk that really shouldn't be there. "I fought back."

"By the time I made it to the rocket test labs I'd already pissed them off so much they were calling me out, but they didn't follow me in; I found out why when I got to the test silo. Something had implanted itself into the floor through the heat-sink. Maybe you'd seen one like it; three huge green tentacles rooted to the ground that could slice a man in half if it got a good swing at it. Sound familiar at all?"