A/N: According to the reviews people want either Spy or Sniper. Sniper is easier so yeah.
Side note: The Australia here is different from the canon. Main difference is that Australium only affected SOME people rather than the entire population.
Location: Sydney, Australia
A situation has risen in the busy metropolis. A woman was being held hostage in the middle of town center by a crazed gunman. No one knows the motive of the gunman, but the only thing that officers know is that the man may be mentally unstable and can go off any moment.
Streets were closed off and police set up a perimeter around the gunman and his hostage. While negotiators tried to talk the suspect from releasing the hostage, they failed to notice a red dot slowly make its way to the man's head. As the man lowered the gun in surrender, a shot rang out.
'BANG!'
The man killed was Marcus Givor. A fugitive on the run from several countries for selling weapons and munitions to several crime syndicates. Police wanted to have him alive so he could be prosecuted. But now they had another task.
Finding the man the killed him.
Too bad they never thought to stop a certain rickety camper van that exited an alley straight across from the crime scene.
The camper van drove several blocks before pulling over to a gas station. A man in his late forties hopped out of the van. He was tall, lanky guy just passing over six feet. He wore a worn, brown, leather slouch hat, a brown vest over a long sleeved red shirt, brown pants, and brown shoes.
He pushed up his tinted sunglasses before making his way to the nearby payphone. He slid a coin in and dialed a number.
"Hello?"
"It's done." the man said.
"I see." the voice on the other side said. "Caused quite a commotion did yah, Mun-Dee?"
"Yeah, but no one saw me. I've done my part, now where's yours mate?"
"Okay, okay. Relax mate, I have it. Don't get so worked up over it."
"I'm not. I just want to make sure I'm not doing this for free."
"It's not. I'll send it over, just wait."
"It better be, ya bloke." he said before hanging up.
Elsewhere
Upon a rooftop on one of the many skyscrapers of the city, a bluish colored portal appeared out of nowhere. Out of it stepped two people, a man and a woman and closed behind them.
The man looked to be in his late fifties to early sixties, sporting short gray hair and a similar colored mustache. He wore a beige colored safari outfit similar to those worn by rich gentlemen from long ago, complete with hat, spectacles, and white gloves. He had a scabbard attached to his belt with a saber inside.
The female was around the same height as the man. She wore a loose fitting long-sleeved shirt with black leggings and black combat boots and wore black fingerless gloves. Her purple colored hair was tied up in a bun and wore a red scarf that covered the bottom half of her face.
The man was holding a small-PDA like device in his hand, without looking up he said, "Reckon we'll find anyone here?"
"Maybe..." she replied after a brief silence.
"Can't believe this happened. We should've been there to help."
"Stanley, I doubt that we could've made a difference."
"..."
She sighed. "Where are we anyways?"
"Dimension 938-173's Sydney, Australia." he replied.
"Isn't that...?"
"Yes, this is the place where six of our commanders were marooned for a week or so. And home to nine interesting individuals who took them in."
"Didn't that take place at Teufort, New Mexico?"
"Yes?"
"Then why are in Sydney, Australia?"
"Good question..." he responded as he continued to look at the device. "But we can't hop over there just yet, Wue. PDD is outta juice."
"So we're stuck here?"
"Just until it recharges. Which is...three days."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Nope, besides, someone might be stranded here. I'd say we try and investigate."
"Whatever, race you to the bottom!" she said as she jumped over the side and slid down the building.
"No fair! I can't do that!" Stanley pouted as he raced for the stairs.
Wue was waiting at the bottom as Stanley burst through the front doors of the building. "This...is...one...of...the...many...reasons...I hate you." he said in between breaths.
"Not my fault, old man." she replied with a chuckle.
"Can't believe we were assigned to the same sector." he mumbled.
"Where to Stan?"
He stood up straight before taking a breath and exhaling. "Hmm, I don't know. But, I think we should help that chap at the next block over." he said as he pushed up his glasses.
"Wait why?"
"I think he's someone we should speak to." he said as he pulled his saber out. "And if we don't intervene...he might die."
"Ok, that's enough." a man said, raising his hand. "Let's see if he's going to talk NOW."
"I'm telling you bloody pikers! I don't know what the hell you're talking about! I don't know who Martha is!"
Logan Mun-Dee's day just got rough. When he entered his apartment, someone knocked him out cold. And now he found himself being ruthlessly beaten by some random blokes. Herman had no idea what they were talking about except they were looking for some sheila and apparently HE had something to do with it.
"Oh really? I beg to differ." he said. "You see, we wouldn't be beating the crap outta you if we knew that you didn't know." He kicked Herman in the stomach. "Now tell us, where's the girl?"
"Like I said, I have no idea what you're talking about."
The man looked at him before turning to one of the other men that were around them. "Give me the gun. Maybe that will make him talk."
"Ah piss..." Herman quickly looked for a way to escape, but the two overgrown apes that were holding him made that almost impossible. He silently gulped as the gun pressed against his forehead.
"Good day gentlemen!"
The group turned to find an old man wearing a safari outfit standing at the entrance of the alley, he was also holding a saber in his right hand.
"Hey! Beat it old man!" one said.
"I afraid I can't! I need to speak with that man you're holding right now. So would you be so kind and let him go?"
The man with the gun turned to Logan. "Who the hell is this man?"
"To be honest, I have no clue." he replied.
He motioned over to two other men. "You two with me." he turned to the large men holding Logan. "You two hold him." The former grabbed their guns and followed the leader. "Alright, you asked for it, ol-gah!"
The man suddenly fell to one knee, he looked down to find a large gash in his chest oozing blood. The man somehow cut him without moving from his spot.
"Fine, I'll guess I'll have to participate in your little "duel"."
"Gah, shoot that motherfucker!"
The three opened fired on the old man. In response, the man deflected every shot away from him before directing a shot back at the goons, nailing each of them in the head. He swept the ground with the tip of the sword before pointing it at the leader.
"Your move."
"Bastard...oi! Gorillas get th-"
To his surprise, he found the two men knocked out cold on the ground and found his target being treated by a woman.
"What the hell?!"
The woman casually looked back at him. "Oh sorry about your men. Don't worry they're not dead." she said before turning away.
The man gulped as he felt something poke the back of his neck.
"You are beat sir." he heard the man say. "I suggest you leave to prevent further bloodshed."
After a few moments, the man slowly stood up and booked it as fast as he can out of the alley, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
"Good riddance." the man said as he sheathed his sword. "I'd say, you're lucky we've intervened when we did. Else you would've been in much more serious trouble."
"Who are you two?" he asked.
Later that night...
"Sorry about the mess." Logan said, motioning to the messy room. "I don't get much company."
"Don't worry chap, we've seen worse before!" Stanley replied.
Wue simply shrugged in response.
"So you two work for the Allies?"
"Precisely! I am an Officer as well as an Sharpshooter instructor."
"I'm an Officer as well, and I'm a Sharpshooter instructor as well."
"You're both instructors?"
"Yes." Wue replied. "Sharpshooters must be skilled in two things. First is sharpshooting, which Stanley specializes in, and secondly stealth, which specialize in."
"Sharpshooters act as our scouts and snipers, so it is important that they are able to do both in order to function at their maximum potential."
"What brings you two here anyways? And where is everyone else?" Logan asked.
"About that...you see, something happened..." Stanley continued. "We aren't sure what happened, but something BAD happened?"
"How could you not know what happened if you worked there?"
"We were not there when it happened." Wue replied. "We were doing recon work when we got this. Play the message."
Stanley pulled out a device that, to Logan, looked similar to Engi's PDA, and pushed some buttons. A recorded message came on:
"Attention all Allied personal! Olympus has fallen! I repeat, Olympus has fallen! Do not come back to Olympus! I repeat do not come back! This is a NOT a drill! All personal, rendezvous at the green dimensions! I repea-"
The message cut off before they could hear the last part. "Green dimensions?" Herman asked.
"Dimensions that were deemed safe in case HQ was ever attacked. They would be considered a safe haven until things could be sorted out." Wue replied. "So far we never spotted any of our soldiers, much less our superiors."
"Wait you two can travel dimensions?"
"We can." Stanley replied. "With this, the Portable Dimension Device, or PDD for short." he held up the device. "It allows travel to and from different dimensions and is capable of teleportation as well. It also acts as a computer and other stuff that would take too much time to explain."
"I think your friends told me that when they came."
"Say, why are you here instead of Teufort? Holiday?"
Logan shifted in his seat. "Nah, I live here now. The team disbanded almost a decade ago." he said. "I know Pyro and Engi still live up there caring for their daughter, but everyone else just left."
"Why did RED disband?"
"BLU was killed and their Respawn malfunctioned, as a result there wasn't a reason for us to work as mercs anymore so we were dismissed." he said. "Now I work as a hitman over here, not as exciting as back at Teufort, but it pays the bills."
"Ah, just asking...did you happen to see any of our friends at all today?"
"Nah, didn't see anyone."
"Hmm, in that case..." Stanley suddenly stopped.
"Stan, you ok?" Wue asked.
"No one move an inch." he said. "Wue, smoke bomb now."
"Why?"
"A sniper is looking right at us. I can see his dot on the wall."
Wue produced a small ball from under her sleeve and threw it on the ground, causing the room to fill with smoke.
"Everyone down!" Stanley shouted as a shot rang out. The others followed suit as bullets shattered the windows. "Logan! You armed?"
"Of course ya bloke!" he crawled over and reached under the couch and produced a small, stubby sniper rifle with a silencer. "Are you?"
An old looking, bolt-action sniper rifle appeared in Stanley's hands. "She may look old, but trust me. She packs a punch."
"I'll watch your backs." Wue said. "I have a feeling they have more than just snipers."
"Got it!"
Stanley crawled and positioned himself next to a window. Logan did so as well. The former took aim and fired a shot and was pelted with returning gunfire. "I think there are five gunmen!" he shouted. "Three with sniper rifles and two with some kind of assault rifle."
"How'd you know that just from a glance?" Logan asked as he blindly fired out the window.
"Experience my boy! Now shoot dammit!" he popped out of cover and fired again.
Meanwhile
The apartment was a small three story building. The only way up and down was from the stairs located at the beginning of the narrow hall. Herman's room was at the other end of the hall, which meant whoever had to come had to file down all the way to the room. It also was dimly lit even though it was sunny outside.
A perfect scenario to setup an ambush.
The first goon met his fate when a knife found its way into his throat. The others started firing in the direction of where it came from. But slowly they each met a similar fate. One had his neck snapped in half, one was disemboweled, and another was sliced perfectly in half.
The last goon shivered in fear as he watched his comrades fall to the ground dead. He aimed his gun around looking for anyone who may had killed them. Then he noticed someone right in front of him, he pulled the trigger to fire.
But nothing came out. He had run out of bullets earlier and forgot to reload.
He never saw the hand which pierced his throat.
Back in the room
The two snipers sat on the ground to catch their breath. They were able to eliminate the snipers with deadly accuracy.
"Not bad." Stanley said. "Not bad at all."
"Thanks." Logan replied.
"Who were they anyways?"
Logan shrugged. "I dunno, maybe friends of that guy you beat up earlier."
"Hm..." Stanley took out a flask and took a swig.
"Going back to Teufort huh?" he asked.
"Yes, in about three days. Why?"
"Take me with you." he replied. "I'd take Teufort over Australia any day."
A/N: A quick, short chapter. I never mentioned Sniper's New Zealand origins since it didn't fit in the story (much like Gray Mann).
Stanley Kwick "The Gentleman"
Age: ? (looks 53)
Height: 6' 3''
Weight: 148 lbs
Allied Bio: An Officer and a Drill Instructor. He teaches new Sharpshooters along with Wue. His impeccable aim is only matched by his posh behavior and attitude. He's also a skilled swordsman. Get too close and he'll slice you up faster than you can say "Jolly ole chap!".
Wue "The Ninja"
Age: Unknown
Height: 5' 9''
Weight: 124 lbs
Allied Bio: An Officer and a Drill Instructor. She teaches new Sharpshooters along with Stanley. Her name is unknown and only goes by Wue (pronounced Wu). She's a skilled assassin and is capable of cutting through her enemies with her bare hands. Her smoke bombs and throwing knifes also add more badass points.
Till next time,
-D.W
