"You don't have to rely on other people if you never miss."
The Sniper
(Moodboard by unbakedvelvet on Tumblr)
Real Name: Mun-Dee/Mick Mundy
Age: Early 30s
Zodiac: Virgo
Gender: Male
Height: 6’2” (187cm)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Nationality: Australian / New Zealand
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
“As long as there’s two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want someone dead.”
(SFM Poster by zeuniqueartist on Tumblr)
Backstory
The Sniper, named Mun-Dee at birth, was the son of Bill-Bel and Lar-Nah in the underwater country of New Zealand. The nation had chosen to sink itself 10 years prior thanks to Mun-Dee’s father, who had convinced everyone that the world was coming to an end.
While New Zealand officials had listened to him and cast the country in a dome beneath the ocean, they later branded Bill-Bel a fool and refused to give him any more funding to prevent the “disaster” that he swore was imminent.
Concerned only for his own safety, Mun-Dee’s father was planning to abandon his wife and child and escape to outer space via a rocket he had constructed. But while arguing with Lar-Nah about who was going to take the rocket, baby Mun-Dee crawled inside when no one was looking and accidentally launched it.
The rocket pierced the underwater dome, flooding the already sunken New Zealand and causing everyone there to drown.
Due to faulty construction, however, the rocket made it nowhere near the stars…and instead, crash-landed relatively nearby in the neighboring country of Australia.
Jonathan and Martha Mundy, a couple living on the outskirts of Adelaide, discovered the rocket and the child within. They kindly decided to adopt him as their own; naming him Mick Mundy.
Not much is known about the Sniper’s upbringing, but he had always felt different from his peers for reasons that would not be made clear until much later in his life.
While most Australians were large, muscular and obsessed with fighting each other, young Mick was thin, lanky and had no interest in roughhousing with the other kids. Instead, he preferred to hide up in trees and throw rocks at them, foreshadowing his future as a skilled sniper.
At some point during his young adulthood, Mick would invest in obtaining his firearms licence, with a particular interest and talent in bolt-action rifles. He would then go on to become a tracker of dangerous game in the unforgiving Australian outback; often spending months by himself at a time.
Eventually, Mick would land himself an occupation as a hired killer, a job that his parents (especially his father) vocally disapproved of. This brings us to the present day, where the Sniper is one of nine mercenaries hired by Mann co. to fight over territory in New Mexico, otherwise known as the “gravel wars”.
In this role, Sniper is a deadly, efficient sharpshooter, easily capable of landing several head-shots in a row. Despite the violent, morbid nature of this work, he doesn’t seem to mind it one bit. If anything, he actively enjoys it.
“I love this job. Sunshine’s free, bullets are cheap, and everybody’s got a head.”
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Personality
Sniper is probably the quietest, most introverted member of his team. Similar to his role in combat, he tends to stay in the background of conversations, commenting very little if at all. He is somewhat of a recluse, choosing to spend much of his time alone. However, he is shown to have good rapport with his fellow mercs, and will not hesitate to step in and try to save them from danger.
While he might seem like a stern, cold-hearted assassin on the outside, Sniper does have a soft spot; particularly for his adoptive parents. He appears to call them on a regular basis and is one of the few mercs to have an active, caring relationship with his parental figures. Sniper even shows a considerable amount of integrity when he’s willing to risk his life for his biological father, despite the man not caring about him at all.
In contrast, Sniper does appear to have something of a sadistic streak, not only taking enjoyment in his type of work, but the death and misfortune of his enemies as highlighted by his ‘domination’ quotes in game.
Overall, Sniper is a man of few words, cares for those close to him, loves his job and believes in adhering to the highest standards of professionalism.
Or at least…what he considers those to be.
“Be polite, be efficient; have a plan to kill everyone you meet.”
Skills and Weapons
As mentioned previously, Sniper is a tough and ready marksman. His primary weapon, the sniper rifle, is what he’s most proficient in and is his go-to weapon for a wide range of situations. It can only hold one bullet at a time, but thanks to Sniper’s quick and fluid reloading, he can fire the rifle in rapid succession. In some instances, Sniper will switch to his bow instead, the 'Huntsman'.
When forced to get up close and personal with his enemies, Sniper has a couple of close-range options. These include an SMG (submachine gun) and machete, usually in the form of a Kukri knife. Sniper is generally weaker in melee combat, but that doesn’t mean he’s harmless. With no one else to watch his back, he’s prepared to fight anyone trying to flank him.
“Snipers don’t muck about with gutshots and monologues. We just take the shot.”
Miscellaneous facts about Sniper
- Sniper’s vehicle of choice is a campervan. Not only is this his means of getting around between jobs, but also serves as accommodation when he’s on the road for a long period of time – which is often.
- Sniper is something of a coffee addict and can almost always be seen drinking it, even while working. However, due to the trembling effect of caffeine, he’s forced to drink decaf to keep his aim steady.
- While Sniper isn't opposed to the idea of being in a relationship, the nature of his job makes it very hard to form close attachments with anyone. That, coupled with his anti-social tendencies might make it difficult for him to be romantically involved with someone.
- Sniper loves to stay busy with work, and therefore doesn’t have too much free time. However, when he’s not on a job he can be found smoking, reading, listening to music or just enjoying the outdoors.
The Sniper is a fictional character created by Valve Corporation for the video game Team Fortress 2. All character images and media belong to Valve or the artists credited. The Sniper is voiced by John Patrick Lowrie. I own nothing.
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Katherine walked over to him, his words that she was no Wonder Woman, so she could not arrest everyone, or protect the New York citizens fell on deaf ears, for now, at least; The woman had been about to unlock the side of the cuffs, attached to the rail to place both sides securely on his wrists to lead him on out of there, and down to the station, for extra questioning, for his written word for word confession, and more, but the woman was stopped in her steps, stopped mid actions as she glared at him, remembering it perfectly well, that he almost shot, or killed her. She remembered it all, as she had been there, so what was he trying to do? Watching him still, eyes narrowed his way in a semi-perpetual state. As he continued and brought up the park as the place where he had almost killed her, this was all new to her, and something inside of her clicked. He was not talking about the time he almost killed her in this building, she realized. This was about a time, and place she had not known about, well... until now. With a level of anger rising as well as the unknown brewing inside of her combined, the woman snapped momentarily, closing the distance between the two as she almost gripped at the man's shirt collar with his reveal, as she had planned to shove him back lightly against that wall, in response, a retaliation of sorts. 'The other day...at the park. I was going to take you out because I knew you'd be a threat. I knew that if you could track me down once you'd do it again. It would have been so easy. It was a perfect, bloody shot...' That was all the woman had heard, those specific words ringing in her head, on a loop. Before she spoke or threatened him with words, or her actions, before she laid a finger on him, something she had been so close to doing, the woman watched him, listening to the remainder of his words, letting them be relayed, of how he couldn't do that in the end, because of seeing her children with her, the children he had not known she had.
Was that supposed to make this all okay?
Was she supposed to forget what he had just said, that she was his target in the park like it was nothing and all of his committed crimes?
The woman would not forget, no. Yet, the woman knew he was speaking the truth, that he could not do that to her children, leave them with a mother, even if he had done it many times before, and to other families. What made her different from the others? Absolutely nothing. Even if he didn't experience her wrath in a sense, of the woman pressing him against a wall, to have those cuffs dig into his skin, this was far from over. Once hearing all his words, the woman took a few backward steps, as his fully spoken words relayed over and over in her head, the woman nodding slowly. "You deserve a break, yes...." Kate's inner possible rage lessened, slightly as the woman attempted to stay cool, calm, and collected, despite being anything but. With the finalization of that sentence, she would trail off, turning those words around, "...In a holding cell, or interrogation room, while you tell us all that you know, and what's in your phone... Now, let's go." Emphasis here and there was placed on those spoken words, the man not having gotten his way, it seemed. Moving to stand him behind, the woman retrieved the keys to the cuffs from her pocket, in preparation to unlock the side against that rail. To not let him overpower her, if it may have been possible, she worked quickly to move it onto that freed wrist of his, clicking it firmly into place, unless the man prevented her from doing so, somehow.
He was securely cuffed, she had tested it once, or twice, in her eyes. Still, whether he freed himself by means he had, if any, throughout their walk, or drive ahead, was to be revealed. With one hand holding him by the cuffs, another took out her phone, sending a quick message to her colleague, Javier Esposito, informing him she was about to bring someone in, who had information about the sniper kills, and, as well as the assassination attempt of the Senator. Not quite telling him that she had their guy, though it would be implied in a roundabout way. Giving him a timeframe of when she would be arriving there, it was one hour from this very moment. Stating her current location, and the details she needed to pass on, ending with: I will see you soon at the precinct. She gave Sniper his word that she would come alone, which she had, but she never said she would not reach out to her colleagues in time, at a time she thought reasonable, which is what she had done then, and there.
If that one-hour time lapsed, and the two had not arrived downtown, if because of the Sniper, or someone else unexpected the two come across in their travels, for both of the individuals involved, her team would know to come to this specific building and abandoned room to investigate. Her phone was then slipped into her jacket pocket, as she placed both hands against the cuffs behind the Sniper's back, leading him to that door, for his transfer to the twelfth precinct. Unless he had other ideas, said plans for himself, though the woman kept a close, watchful eye on him. The woman holding on as securely as possible from behind, in the off-chance an attempt was made by this man to run, cuffs and all.
Did the man have any further words? Would he say anything at all, on their way out?
That remained to be seen.
"It wasn't personal? It was just a JOB?" William shouts in rage as he cuts his throat just a little not fatally but just enough to draw some blood. "You mean it wasn't personal for you. My life was on the line, lucky for me it didn't do the JOB." William uses his brute force to bring the Sniper to his feet, the pain would be unimaginable for that brief moment of standing on his feet with that sort of injury. It wouldn't last long though as William tosses his assassin onto his bed. "I'm not buying what you are selling, hunters just don't let their prey go."
He keeps the knife held firmly in his grasp to keep a distance between the two.
"We are going back to my home where we will continue your punishment, there are things you are going to answer for me and welcome to becoming my prisoner." William says as he closes the space between them, "give me your keys". Indicating that he will be driving his campervan back to his cabin house.
Vanitas raised an eyebrow in response to Sniper’s reaction - he cared about his gun that much? Guess so since he supposed the weapon was like a partner to him in a sense. God knows how many lives he took with it. The thought made him narrow his eyes, only for his expression to shift into a disapproving glare when the man laughed at his remark. Any other time, his response would have been valid - but his wings were clear evidence that Vanitas wasn’t human.
"Oh? So I don’t exist now?" Vanitas retorted as he flapped his wings out again, causing another gust of wind to potentially blow Sniper around a bit more - though it wouldn’t be nearly as powerful as the first time. "Now that’s just rude." He then teased, using the wind to mess with the gunman further. He noticed how the other kept glancing over at his wings, seemingly in disbelief. If Vanitas was right in the assumption, he could admit that it was a valid response. Most supernaturals attempted to keep themselves away from humans, but given their current situation, the nephalem had no choice but to reveal himself.
Vanitas then allowed the wind to disperse again, especially since Sniper seemed willing enough to answer his questions - surprisingly. The name Melanie didn’t ring any bells, at least it wasn’t his mother. If he could help it, he never wanted to deal with that woman again. Unfortunately, he just had too many people that wanted him dead - he would likely have to see this so-called Melanie’s face to recognize her.
His mind wandered off again until noticing Sniper standing back up, at first assuming that the other wanted to fight - until he placed his hands up to signal otherwise. Despite what happened Vanitas listened to what the other had to say, though his eyes widened in response. "Nothing personal?!" His expression showed his disapproval again. "Without my wings I’d be a dead man right now. Middle guy or not, you still agreed to try to kill me." The only way off the roof safely was through the fire escape, which Vanitas was currently blocking off. "Why shouldn’t I just blow you off this roof?"
William did his best to keep quiet, he was literarily in a tight spot as he was tucked away in a stow away under where Sniper sleeps. He watched as Sniper's feet would pass by him a few times and his mumbles of frustration until he could make his move, it would be a dirty move but nonetheless it was either Sniper or himself. Using the knife he slashes across the back of Sniper's ankles, this would render him unable to stand as the achilles heel is one of the most vulnerable places to cut someone.
Once Sniper would collapse to the ground, armed or not, William would crawl out from the small space and take his stand, kneeling over to grasp at the man's hair he yanks his head back and holds the knife to his throat. "Well, well, if it isn't the asshole who tried to kill me in my own home." William says coldly, "what is it they say? The hunter becomes the hunted?"
Helena Wayne †The Huntress†
(sorry if this is a stupid question, but I was wondering, are Sniper's armor piercing? in the story I had said um, the leader had been shot but wearing KEVLAR.. I'm just wondering, and also if they would penetrate Huntress's uniform. She's wearing her second (the first back-up)
*Huntress had changed her position, having come off the rooftop above him, to take a position down one of the close by buildings, her crossbow clasped in her left hand, as her right held the grappling hook to keep her secure on the building. Her second uniform she wore, was bullet-proof but to a degree. As she did finally allow herself to be seen. At first her silhouette might have been noticed first, with the waves of her coat and the high points of her mask, maybe she might've been confused with Batman, with her shadow hinting toward him. But as she revealed herself she proved she wasn't the Bat but the Huntress. And usually that was very bad news for criminals, her reputation was known almost to all. She was the most violent and wouldn't hesitate to fight dirty, or even send criminals to the morgue. Though, if she were being honest, it had been years since she killed, but then again one could never know when she might backslide, since she wasn't one of those happy fun superheroes.
"Your job... and who hired you?" Huntress demanded. Though she had an idea, but she needed confirmation."And why are you so quickly on the run, my contacts tell me you missed and Ms Wayne is safely back at Wayne Manor." This she didn't know, besides a protector of Gotham being after him she didn't have an idea of what else, and no one would believe it was th White Princess herself, that was out now and his target was right there. Oh the irony!
"If you tell me who, I may let you go, obviously I cannot fault you for your job, but next time, be very cautious when you accept a hit in Gotham.... "
Huntress was secure in her position as she remained along the side of the building her right gloved hand clasping the rope of her grappling gun, her legs were braced on the glass window to keep herself braced, and thought her left hand did hold her armed crossbow that was ready to fire, it was held low near her weapons belt. Not in any position to be fired; yet. But she would if she needed to defend herself. *
The Squad that had been searching for Sniper, had lost him, but they had kept up the search, they hadn't found him yet. Though one nearly wanted to piss his pants when he thought he saw Huntress, remembering that last fight he had with her years ago and had been in ICU for a few months. "Uh, Huntress is out.."
"So? Pull your big boy pants up and grow a pair! We got mission, and I am not gonna be the one to call Earle that our mission totally failed. "
He couldn't say more as he gulped and nodded, he didn't have any choice the paycheque was too good, even though he knew of the real reason. Earle hired them to kill the assassin that he had hired for some broad. He probably did know who it was, but he couldn't remember now. But he knew or thought he did why Earle had done such a thing. He hoped that if they survived Huntresss, Earle wouldn't come after them or order someone to come after them.
"Damn it... Where did he go?" The third man growled, shaking his head angrily. "Start searching the alleyways, if Huntress is out then maybe our target is the reason one. Find her and kill her as well, we'll get a bonus."
When he gave the orders, since he was temporarily in command, with their leader still down and a medic on the way and a trauma pressure bandage over his wound.And so they all started to search being silent as they did, and they were getting close. Only a few alleyways away.
Witnessing him unlock his phone and access the contacts, call logs, emails, and whatever else was valuable to the police in this ongoing investigation which would lead them to make many arrests and then some, the woman standing once more to walk over to him, reaching for the phone, extending her hand simply, hoping he would place it within her grasp. With, or without the phone in her hand, if the man refused to give it up, the woman let her hazel hues scroll down the list and attempted to get as many names as possible. Katherine did recognize some names, those who were powerful and could not be touched, one or two in particular left a bad taste in her mouth, for reasons she was not about to disclose, though she did not get caught up in the anger, hurt, or hatred, and more she does feel towards the one or two specific individuals on his list of contacts to make her feel that way. Eager for the list, to make a copy of it, to copy everything on his phone, the woman had started to reach for it, her hand brushing over part of that cell now, or hovered, but before she could grasp it fully, the man took away all of the valuable information and his phone, he had snatched his phone back. 'That wasn't part of the arrangement.' Her gaze narrowed at the man, her head shaking disapprovingly, letting him witness that. The woman with folded arms across her chest, watched him and listened to his spoken words.
The man was trying to strike a deal for his freedom, and he would give her all the information she needed or wanted. This had been his plan all along? He was asking this woman to risk her job, somewhere that has been her life for over fifteen years, now, where she wants it to be her life and home for many years ahead, the woman hoping to rise through the ranks further, if there was a chance for her to do that. What did she think about his deal? Was he asking that, among other questions? That did not sit well with her, none of this was right, and the woman could not agree. She wouldn't, but it appeared for a few moments, that she was not here or there with a response. Considering how long she had been silent while standing before him. A long breath was released, and the woman closed her eyes as if she was deep in thought, but then with her eyes reopening Katherine shook her head, "Put yourself in my shoes, even just for a minute. Imagine you are a police detective, and someone, maybe me in your shoes, is asking you those same questions and is striking this deal with you. How would you respond? Would you risk everything, as in your career, which is your life, to let someone who is not innocent walk free, forever? Could you live with yourself, knowing that other lives will be lost, somewhere else? Innocent lives." If it was another cop, who did not care about doing the right thing, it may have worked, but not with Kate.
There was a little more: She could not let him walk, due to the brutal murder/stabbing of her mother when Kate was nineteen, which is why she became a cop, though that killer was still out there. Someone had been hired to kill her mother, a lot of cops back in the day had gone to any length possible to cover it up, to put it down as a random gang violence, they treated her life like it was nothing, she was just an open and shut case to them. With no leads to the killers' whereabouts would not stop Kate from trying to find clues for every day that passed. Not something that this sniper would find out about, of course, though that night haunted her to this day, especially with the killer walking free. Could she let another family, someone's daughter, son, husband, or wife go through what she is now? No. In short, where this man was involved, and with those committed crimes/killings he carried out for months, (hired, or not) no one was going to disappear, not on her watch.
Her gaze and overall expression were a touch more serious throughout all of those spoken words, the touch of seriousness mirroring his from moments ago as she watched him, the woman read his gaze, his expression, waiting to see a flicker of anything if it was to come. With, or without a response in return, if the man had taken his time to respond, or chose not to, the woman continued, choosing her job, following this through, "You and your face are going to be in the States for a while still. I think you know where I stand; I can't accept this deal, as much as I want to close this case with the information you can offer me. I cannot let you walk, and carry out killings somewhere else in the world. There will be other ways I can get that information you have; We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." Unfolding her arms then slowly, both hands fell to her side.
Moments later, the woman extended one of her hands, though already sensing he might not give it to her willingly, with what she had said especially, that she was not striking a deal with him, "Either you hand me your phone willingly, or my team and I will take it to the next step, obtaining a warrant, and it will be in our hands in no time." What would it be for the man? Would he try other angles to get her to agree, or attempt to get her to agree? Would he perhaps cross a line with her, even in the slightest, if he was not happy with this situation/where things were going?
The female detective wasn't doing anything wrong. She was doing her job, and protecting the citizens of New York, and citizens elsewhere too.
Whatever did follow was up to him now, and for Kate to find out, whatever he did, or didn't do.
During the daylight hours would be Sniper's only best chance at getting William taken down because come sunset and when nightfall arrives is when he is next to un-stoppable.
William turned out of Sniper's view hopefully in time rather he was spotted or not. The towns people without a doubt had enough of his antics and would no doubt want outside help. Unknowing to them that outside help is here. William would make way back down the path walking to his cabin, it would be a long walk but it would give him time to work on his next move. If he leaves right away then Sniper couldn't find him, he would be at a loss and so would his other enemies. Though is that like him? To just cut and run for the time being because things have taken a turn? No. He should stand his ground, and not just kill Sniper right away but capture him, make him talk and find out who hired him so he can take care of all of them. A sinister grin rested on his face at the thought of it all. Though he has to be cautious, that Sniper is lingering around and he cannot risk being seen by him during the day otherwise the tables would turn fast.
He would continue down this path leading back to his home, it would be about a hour long walk and just as he started he spots a campervan. Unaware that it belongs to his assassin he has his suspicions though having not seen it around town before. Walking slowly over to it he inspects around it, no one appears to be inside. Thoughts of breaking inside of it and waiting to see who comes back crosses his mind, if it belongs to the Sniper he could catch the bastard now and speed up his case. Though if that is the case perhaps he should stay in the treeline until night fall when he will be certain to have the upper hand. No that isn't like him however, he isn't a coward. He can take this mortal on, he has been alive for over three centuries and he wasn't going to let some assassin take him in now of all people. Though then again, unknowing to William his pride has always been a threat to himself.
William goes around back of the campervan and spots a large rock on the ground, picking it up he smashes through the back window of the campervan and reaches his arm inside. A small cut made on his arm as he bites his lip from the stinging pain though laughs lightly at it, the thrill of taking a risk even during the day made the psychotic man an unpredictable target. As he unlatches the back handle he is able to get inside, closing the door behind him he looks around at the small space and spots some supplies and tools. His blue-green eyes narrow as he spots a hunting knife, a grin on his face as he reaches for it. It's a large knife and will do the job, now he just has to figure out where he will reside unseen until his possible target comes back so he may take him by suprirse.
The man nods and adds after, "don't make it a fatal hit. We are unable to do so because we can't take that risk if we miss but with your sharp shooting you can. We want you to bring him to us, this bastard abducted my daughter and son a few years ago. I've been tracking him ever since and so has the others, others who have lost their loved ones due to these monsters. I want him brought in alive for questioning by us and we can use your help for other targets as well. William has family members that are still around and they to aren't human. This is a big job but rest assured we will have you covered." The man reaches inside his coat pocket handing over a thick white envelope that was loaded with cash, more so than what was intially offered. "We have plenty of money to go around but we need to capture him alive and the rest of his family and make them pay for what they did."
"I'll call you when I know where his next plans are runnig during the day, in the meantime hang low and watch your back. He is dangerous and he has your blood" the man looks down at Sniper's wound, "he can track you to. Its hunt or be hunted."
And with that the man walks away.
Just behind the tree line is William, he didn't hear the conversation but he could assume as much as was to be expected. This was something more than the towns people turning against him and now he'll have to cover his track and pack up where he won't be found, back to the city that never sleeps, a needle in the haystack to avoid his enemies from getting to him. Though can he make that travel in time without being spotted?
Hearing, 'Come on in,' as it was his home, the woman shook her head slowly, almost thinking of turning to leave, though ultimately let herself in. Pushing that door open, those last steps, for the moment, brought her inside, close enough, yet also far, a reasonable space between the two. That hand that hovered at her back over that firearm would lower, both hands resting at her sides or shoved loosely in her jeans front pockets as she didn't have a weapon aimed her way. Eyeing him closely, however, those hazel hues scanned him once or twice, to check for his trusted weapon, that rifle. Or, they scanned the room for other threats, if he had planned something else, unexpected. Upon close inspection, as best as she was able to from where she stood, not once but twice, or three times, she was surprised internally, that a weapon was not on him, not in his hand, especially. It however was still close to him, she noted. From where she stood, the woman also made note of no other present danger/threat in this room. 'He had been telling her the truth in that note?' He had information, she would only get if the woman came alone.
Did he expect her to be late? He had no idea who she was then, following the secret stalking/investigation into her and more he carried out for months. Dismissing his comment, the woman stayed silent, watching him, awaiting his next words. When he asked her how she'd been like they were longtime friends, if she was busy with work, and family outings, the woman's eyes narrowed at him, a look that said, 'Watch it, Sniper!'
The work part did not bother her, but the man bringing up her family, and the children part of that equation hit a nerve, something she tried not to let him see, though it would be easy to spot if he looked her way. 'What the hell did that mean? Why would that even leave his lips? She knew he had been at her home the one time at least (if not more), but had he been somewhere else, rather than her home, while she was having family time?' Was the man keeping something from her that she would find out about at some point? The woman felt rather uneasy about his words, and could not leave that part without a reply. Her next spoken words were about the fact that he stepped onto her property, where her children should feel and be safe at all times, as she walked over to him. In a semi-fierce and protective manner, for her children's sake, and family, this was said, the woman meaning every single word, "Hey, I know I agreed to meet you today, for us to talk. So, you can share some information with me. That is why I'm here, but, you don't get to ask about my family, you don't get to bring up any outings of ours. And, one more thing, our home is off-limits to you. Leave my family out of this." Staring him down almost, to show how serious and protective she was. "Got it?!" That is where she left it, or almost, "You want to talk to me, you ever need to pass on a message again, come to my workplace." With the distance between them minimal, the woman made it look as if she was going to search him, but knowing he had no concealed weapons or anything on him, Katherine trusted her instincts, that hunch of hers, to not carry that task out. Even if the search did not occur, he perhaps was not expecting what came next.
The woman retrieved her cuffs and slapped one half around his wrist, clicking it firmly into place, ensuring he had no chance to leave whatever their exchange ahead brought. The other half of those cuffs were secured and locked around a nearby railing. He wanted to talk and share some information with her, here she was. She also shifted his weapon, moving it out of reach, to the other side of the room, though leaving it without her prints on it, the woman using something to move it, when she had done so. "We're all good now." The woman said while pondering within as she moved ahead to sit on the edge of a desk before him, a lone piece of fixed furniture, looking his way. Professionalism and more was written all over her features, while she got down to it, business, or a meeting of sorts. After the door to this room was closed that was.
"Let us talk, that is why we are here, after all. You have some important information for me, and my team?" When, or how the man decided to start this conversation if he was still willing to assist the police, Kate Beckett specifically, now with those cuffs attached to him, the woman was all ears.
The man moves over a little and gestures to the towns people that are in distress, "he's been living amongst them for the better few years since he left New York City and ever since he showed up hear kids have gone missing. We originally tracked him back in New York and there is a strand of missing children that haven't been solved. We never got a visual on him in the act but all roads point to him."
"During the day he is pratically one of us, as long as he doesn't have a curse or a spell at the ready with his dark magic. That's when we always try to execute him though he is always crafty, having someone over or blending in with the right people where we can't get to him. We need you because assassins such as yourselves aren't restricted to shootings, you can take him out in a public setting can't you?" the man asks looking at Sniper.
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