A/N: After a bit of deliberation, I decided to do a character that comes from the Land Down Under, where I heard that the beer does flow and the men chunder. I was having a hard time trying to picture how he got hired, but I figured; what the hell? I'll work it out. Do read and review would you kindly?

Somewhere in Australia…

It was disappointing really; of all the places Rachel didn't want to go, Australia was definitely at the top of the list. Make no mistake, she didn't have a problem with Saxton Hale; she had a fling with him once or twice when he was not fawning over Helen, that lucky chain-smoking old hag…it's just that thanks to that bloody Australium, having a moustache was fashionable for women around here. That and she really didn't enjoy the heat around here much unless it's in the winter time. But one of her targets lived here, and she'd much rather get this over with sooner than later before she pulled out that small-calibre machine pistol she kept in her purse upon hearing any racist jokes directed her way due to her very much British ancestry.

As she drove through the dirt road, she took note of all the beautiful spots in the Land Down Under. According to her contact here, the target lived in a camper and loved to travel…given the apparent condemnation from his father, Rachel found that she couldn't blame him for his choice of transportation and living quarters. Once she found herself parking in front of a Land Rover Pickup, she knew she had arrived. It was there that she found her query, sitting on a foldable pool chair with his hat in front of his face, apparently asleep. Next to him was a folding table that had three folding stools surrounding it, and on the tabletop was a pair of ballistic sunglasses. This was a professional?

Rachel rolled her eyes, and started walking towards the query, dossier in hand in the event that her information was incorrect. Her stilettos were having a bit of a hard time keeping balance on the dirt road. "Mr. Richard Mundy I presume?"

"Yeah, that's me. Is there something you want to see me about miss?"

She nodded her head slightly in approval…he may not look professional, but he at least had the manners of one. "Yes, I have come to you with a job proposal."

Richard took the hat off his face, and looked at her with a bit of interest in his eyes. "You have a job for me?"

"We have heard of your work here in these parts…to be honest, I find your craft to be a real work of art."

"Yeah, well, it gets food on the table."

It was here that Rachel noted a tone in his voice…as if he'd heard that line before. "Your previous contractors have hired your services as a freelancer. What if we could hire you on a more permanent basis?"

"And what may I ask that you are willing to get me aside from the pay?"

Oh, she recognized that tone all right…it was then that she pulled up the dossier just as he was putting the hat back on his face. "It says here you've quit on several of your jobs…they were steady, very reasonable salaries. A hit here, a bodyguard job there, and all on some bloody idiot that made some random Mafioso angry. Not even a challenge, not even from your job as a tracker. What if I tell you that you will be getting a challenge by working for us?"

"What sort of challenge do you have on mind?"

"You seem to be bored of shooting people through the head and they are unable retaliate; it's so easy even a monkey could do it. Instead of simply targeting people incapable of defending themselves, why don't you work where the there is always the thrill of putting your life on the line? Where there is a chance that your targets could shoot back?"

"And why would I even work that way? It's stupid and unprofessional."

The look of determination in her eyes was quite clear…she was not going to give up. "You miss the old war days don't you Mr. Mundy? Why else would you continue a bloody job where you shoot people? You have an itchy trigger-finger for that trusty sniper-rifle of yours…and you're bored because you haven't found anyone to shoot that gave you a challenge. You're bored to death Mr. Mundy, and with this job offer we are presenting you, we are providing you with challenging work; it's out of doors, and I guarantee you won't go hungry."

Upon hearing mention of his days in the army, Richard began thinking back on everything…he was paid fairly enough, he had his share of close shaves, even a moment of anger management in his jobs. What more could he want? And then he realized, all this time, he was trying to live in the glory days of the war…shooting those bloody Japanese soldiers when they made landfall on his beautiful home of Australia. The more he thought on it the more he realized, that this pom was actually right…he was in fact dying of boredom, which was exactly the reason why none of his jobs satisfied him; they were all too bloody easy! Sure, they all paid well, but the fact of the matter is he quit a lot of them simply because he was bored!

"And how do I know you'll deliver on that excitement you promised me, miss…"

"You may call me Rachel…London, born and raised."

"East Side I suppose?"

A questioning look was in Rachel's eyes upon hearing that. "Yes, how did you know?"

"You may have made yourself professional, but I can still hear a hint of the Cockney twang in your voice."

"Very observant…well, what says you to the job?"

"Who am I shooting?"

"You'll be placed in a team with eight other mercenaries…serving as their sniper. In short, you'll be shooting anyone on the other team."

"Is there anything else I ought to know?"

"You'll be granted permanent residency in America, and you'll be paid by the hour…and a bonus for each headshot you make."

Permanent residency in America and an hourly pay rate? Now there's a thought! And in addition, he'll be having fun shooting people who could very well shoot him back. He's practically being paid to have fun; there's also the fact that he'll be far away from that whacker of a father of his! No more being in the house and listening to him shout, "IT'S THE CRAZED GUNMAN AGAIN!" or even, "So, how's life as a disgraceful killer?" All things considered, his answer was clear:

"I'll do it…but you'll have to bring my camper over."

"That can be arranged."

Gravel Pit, unknown date and time…

A BLU Heavy was sitting down on a crate in the lull of the fighting…there was no Medic around, and he had just gotten bruised from skinning a Scout alive for trying to take him on with that pitiful little bat of his while he had his trusty minigun. Ha! Such a baby! The control point at the Radar was being held by the BLU Team, and this Heavy would make sure it stayed that way, along with the Engineer and his toys. As he looked upon himself, the Heavy saw that nobody was coming. Aside from the sound of the turret scanning for threats, it was boring…and it was also quiet…too quiet…eh, but what the hell? Now was the time to eat! And he had just the thing to hit the spot…it was a nice, juicy sandwich…just itching for him to…

"Hey, you mind sparing me some of that sandwich of yours?" The Engineer looked at his partner with an irritated look on his face.

Oh he's not going to live very long…especially since he was interrupted mid-bite. "Da, you can have my sandvich…IF YOU CAN PRY FROM COLD, DEAD-"

No sooner than he said it, a loud bang filled the air. The Heavy was frozen in place with his face open-mouthed with a look of rage before he could finish his sentence…he was killed in the middle of his tirade, as a bullet penetrated from the back of his head, tore up his brain, and left from the roof of his mouth. The Engineer immediately pulled out a pistol and began shooting back…only to meet the same fate as his partner when the second 'bang' sounded off, and a high-caliber round penetrated his head.

From across the way, Richard Mundy looked down upon his prey. "Back to the drawing board genius!" It was another close call! The adrenaline rush of being shot at…the moment he got to see the look of horror on the Engineer's face as he was gunned down with that single headshot…he liked it! He wanted more! But for now, he had a job to do. "Spy, the area's clear. Move yer bloody arse, and help Scout capture the Radar."

Well, that's one control point he helped take over…now all they needed was to capture the Radio Tower, and they'll be done for the day…

A/N: And that concludes it for how the Sniper was hired…next up, and upon request, we're looking at a civilian who claims to be a Soldier…

Songs used

"Chimeric Feast" by Masaharu Iwata from "Soul Calibur IV"—Speaking with Richard Mundy

"Main Theme" by Valve Studio Orchestra from "Team Fortress 2"—Mundy dominates

Vocabulary:

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