Gordon Freeman in the flesh. Or rather, in the hazard suit. I took the liberty of relieving you of your weapons; most of them were government property. As for the suit, I think you’ve earned it.

(teleport)

The borderworld, Xen, is in our control for the time being, thanks to you. Quite a nasty piece of work you managed over there. I am impressed.

(teleport)

That’s why I’m here, Mr. Freeman. I have recommended your services to my employers, and they have authorized me to offer you a job. They agree with me that you have limitless potential.

(teleport)

You’ve proved yourself a decisive man, so I don’t expect you’ll have any trouble deciding what to do. If you’re interested, just step into the portal and I will take that as a yes.

Otherwise... well... I can offer you a battle you have no chance of winning. Rather an anticlimax, after what you’ve just survived.

Time to choose.

It's time to choose.

Wisely done, Mr. Freeman. I will see you up ahead.

(If the player refuses G-Man's offer.)

Well, it looks like we won't be working together.

No regrets, Mr. Freeman.