Note: In my opinion, there were a lot of things wrong with the third game. I was pretty excited when I first heard it was coming out mostly because it was based it a cartel ridden Mexico, which is a big issue today and I always found it interesting when the game creators used real life conflict for the plots. In a way, they were making money off of war like the characters. But, come on? Evil Salem? And replacing the two best friends that had well developed characterization with a very generic Alpha and Bravo? I could literally rant for hours. Anyway, out of no satisfaction from the third game, I thought it would be fun to make an alternate version and add some more on to the addition operatives that seemed a lot more interesting than Alpha and Bravo. All characters are canon.

Charles Rendall stood hesitantly outside of the T.W.O. headquarters. He checked his watched. 1:27. His job interview was scheduled for 1:45 p.m. He looked down at the manilla envelope in his hands that held his resume, then looked back at the building, nervous energy running rampant throughout his body.

Come on, Chuy. You got this. Just an interview. With professional company executives. Who run one of the most successful private military companies in the world. No big deal.

"Fuck," he breathed out quietly.

He took a deep breathe and exhaled, adjusted his tie and suit jacket, then entered the building's lobby. It was a wide, open room almost completely surrounded by large windows. The floors were laid with grey tile and white and black leather chairs were placed around annular glass coffee tables to the right of the lobby. Chuy noticed a young, blonde woman typing away at a reception desk. She looked up from her computer and saw him standing by the doors.

"May I help you, sir?" she asked politely.

Chuy smiled nervously and walked over to the desk.

"I have an appointment at 1:45. A job interview, ma'am."

"Name, please."

"Charles Rendall."

She mouthed his name as she typed, searching through the schedule on her computer.

"Ah, yes," she said, looking back up at him. "You do indeed have a meeting with Mr. Rios and Mr. Salem themselves. Just head up those stairs and make a left down the hall. It should be the fourth room on the right."

He thanked her and made his way up the glass stair case, then began following the woman's earlier directions. When he arrived to the room, it was empty except for a few chairs and a long table. He looked back down at his watch. 1:42. Chuy became worried. He thought for sure this was the room the receptionist directed him to. In fear of being late, he began to wander around the office building in search of his room. After making a few more turns, he was completely lost and a nervous wreck. 1:46. He was already a minute late.
As he began to become increasingly worried about his tardiness, he heard footsteps approaching from down an adjacent hall. Suddenly, a small girl wearing red pajama pants and an oversized grey T.W.O. t-shirt that came down to her knees appeared around the corner. She pushed her messy, dark hair away from her eyes and smiled up at him.

"Hi," she said happily.

"Uh, hi."

"Who are you?"

"Charles," he answered, confused. "Do you know where I can find a, um, grown up?"

"My daddy's not here right now."

"Daddy?"

"But, Uncle Ellie is," she said enthusiastically. "You wanna talk to him?"

"Yeah, sure," he said.

The small girl smiled and began walking back the way she came. "He's over here. Follow me."

Chuy walked behind her as she lead him down the hall and to an office. They entered the room and Chuy saw a man sitting at the dark, mahogany desk with his feet crossed and resting on top of the paper-littered table. He scratched at his stubbly cheek and pushed back his dark bangs as he scrutinized the paper work in his hand.

"Uncle Ellie," she said. "Someone's here to see you."

Salem looked up from his work and at the man standing next to his niece.

"Come here, Nala," he said as he set the papers on the desk and placed his legs back down. Nala went over to him and he lifted her up onto his lap. "Who're you?"

"That's Charles," Nala answered, looking up at Salem.

"Charles Rendall," Chuy added. "I came here for a job interview."

"Oh, right, right," Salem said. "You're the new guy, the one me and Tyse were gonna check out."

"You mean you're... You're Mr. Salem?"

"No mister, bro," he said, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "Just Salem. Or Elliot. Tyse sometimes calls me dumbass bitch, but that's Tyse."

Nala giggled and looked back at Chuy, grinning.

"My friends used to call me Chuy. Anyway, sorry about bein' late. I got a little lost. I asked the lady at the front-"

"Rebecca? She's new. Don't worry about it," Salem said. "Maybe if Tyse were here, it'd be more of an issue. He's pretty stiff when it comes to tardiness."

"Daddy gets after Uncle Ellie a lot because of that," Nala added.

"Hush. Lucky for you he had to take care of the lovely Mrs. Rios. She's got some kinda virus or something, and the big guy didn't want Nala to catch it, so I'm on kid duty."

"I got to sleep in the office," she said proudly.

"Yeah, while I had to do a shit ton of paper work. Usually her old man does it, but I had to pull an all-nighter to get it done without him. Anyway, back to you." He turned his attention away from Nala and looked at Chuy with a sly smile. "Tell me. Why should we hire you?"

Chuy laid the envelope holding his resume on the desk top and pushed it with a finger toward Salem. The scruffy man picked it up off the desk and opened it, carefully examining the papers inside. Nala leaned back against Salem's chest and studied the papers as well.

"Where you from, Charles?"

"Chicago before I enlisted. Now, I just kinda move a lot."

Salem nodded in understanding and continued to scan through the papers.

"You army?"

"Yeah," Chuy answered. "32nd Infantry."

"No shit," Salem said, intrigued. "Me and Tyse were Rangers before we went private. Says here you served in Afghanistan and Iraq too."

Chuy nodded. "Served as a specialist before I was discharged."

"Uncle Ellie was a Private," Nala interrupted. "First class. And my Daddy was a corporal."

Chuy smiled at Nala and Salem looked down at her, chuckling.

"Are you gonna sit quiet and let me interview this guy of am I gonna have to get Rebecca downstairs to babysit?"

"No, I'll be good," she said, and sat back against Salem quietly.

After a few more minutes of reading, Salem set the papers back down on the desk and smirked at Chuy.

"Well, I'm pretty impressed. Resume looks good. You seem experienced enough. What do think, Nala? You think he checks out?"

"I like him," she said. "We should see how he does at the range."

"Good point, kid-o. You up for some shooting, Charles?"

"If it's part of the interview, sure. Why not."

"Sweet!" Salem exclaimed. "Come on, girly. Let's go blow shit up."

Nala giggled and slid off of Salem's lap. She grabbed his hand and guided him out the door, with Chuy behind them.
This was definitely not what Chuy had expected. When he heard of Trans World Operations and their success as a private military company, he had anticipated a more corporate and impersonal setting with a couple of white-collar executives that wouldn't care to remember your name or where you're from, just that you signed the contract and did the job they asked you to do and if you came back, you made them some serious bank. It seemed like that at every other firm Chuy had applied for, but T.W.O. was a whole different ballpark. Salem seemed like a pretty laid-back guy, just a regular p.m.c. and his partner, whom Chuy had yet to meet, was most likely the same. Maybe that's what made them so successful. They were experienced mercs who knew what it was like in the field, unlike some of the other executives he'd encountered. They knew the toll this profession took on men like him, like them. They knew what it took to do the kind of work they do and Salem had apparently seen that in Chuy.
The three made their way down two flights of stairs where they entered the indoor shooting range.

"We do a lot of basic training stuff down here and target practice for recruits," Salem explained. "Come on. Let's pick you out a weapon."

Salem opened a heavy vault door, revealing their weapons cache. Heavy artillery lined the walls as well as a variety of shotguns, sniper rifles, pistols, and revolvers. Tactical gear was displayed along the wall as well, including vests, boots, gloves, armor, and an assortment of protective masks, T.W.O.'s trademark apparel.

"Try this one on for size," Salem called as he tossed over a beretta 90-two pistol and a full cartridge. Chuy loaded it and looked at the gun admiringly.

"Feels nice, don't it?" Salem asked with a grin as he picked a .50 caliber Desert Eagle off of the wall.

"Yeah, real nice."

"Good. Let's try 'em out."

Salem and Chuy stood next to each other at the shooting booths while Nala watched them from behind with thick ear muffs placed over her head. The two men then took aim at the targets before them and with a nod from Salem, they began firing. When they emptied their cartridges, Salem started up the mechanical target holders, which moved the targets down the firing lanes so the two men could inspect their shots.

"Nice shot, Chuy!" Salem exclaimed. "Check it, Nala. He's got quite the aim."

"You did good too, Uncle Ellie."

"Yeah, I always do," Salem said with a chuckle. "But, damn. I'm impressed. It might not be totally official 'cause Rios needs to draw up a contract and everything but, I'd just like to say," Salem said, offering Chuy his hand. "Welcome to Trans World Operations."

"You mean I got the job?!" Chuy asked excitedly.

"Yay!" Nala cried as she lifted her hand up in the air and high-fived him.
"Welcome to the team," Salem said. "Speaking of teams, we're gonna have to find you a compatible partner."

"Partner?"

"Yeah, two-man teams are kinda our thing," Salem answered. "There's me and Tyse, and Pike's got Bradley. Castle's with P.I."

"I like Bradley," Nala interrupted.

"I know you do, baby girl. Then there's Mason and Houston, and Amp sticks with Einstein."

"Einstein's silly," Nala said with a giggle. "Uncle Ellie, Baker doesn't have a partner."

"I was thinking that too," Salem said. "I don't know if they'd be good together. Don't get me wrong, Chuy, Baker's a cool guy, but he's got a bit of an attitude problem."

"He should meet him," Nala said, tugging on Salem's arm.

"Maybe later, baby girl. I know you want everyone to meet the newest operative, but we still gotta do contracts and psych evaluation-"

"Psych evaluation?"

"Yeah, not that we think you're crazy or anything. Just helps in partnering and understanding how you work best."

"Oh, cool. When do we do that?"

"How 'bout tomorrow when Rios actually shows up. I also still got all that damn paper work to fill out for him. Anyway, nice meeting ya and I'm glad to have ya working with us."

The two shook hands and Nala tugged at Chuy's sleeve. She looked up at him and smiled happily.

"Can't wait for you to meet everyone. I think you'll really like them. And I think you'll like Baker," Nala said to him.

"Thanks, Nala," he said. "I just hope they'll like me."