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“Sniping’s a good job, mate.”
The Aussie murmured through his teeth to the passerby who just so wanted an introduction at this bad time and place. Kneeling behind the large heap of crates, the RED Sniper gazed at the enemy fortress through his scope, ready to turn someone’s head into a fine red mist. The question actually made him seem a little chipper, since it wasn’t every day that somebody had the courage to ask him who he was. Well, he had a little bit of time to explain himself, about a minute, so he eased himself slightly and lowered his Sniping Rifle to turn his head to the mystery individual.
“I’m a bloody good Assassin, and that’s a bloody oath. You have to be polite, efficient, and you have to have a plan to kill everybody you meet. You’re looking at a professional, and professionals have standards. If you wan’t to have a go at it, go right ahead. Just keep in mind that I’ll make a necklace outta your teeth. Bushman’s rules.”














