Perched atop a tree branch, hidden fairly well by the leaves and the other trees around, Sniper would aim his rifle, looking through the scope to see if he could get anything — hopefully a good catch like deer or whatever the hell was wandering about.

A short vacation well-deserved, since the Administrator had (surprisingly) let the two teams and Ms. Pauling off for a reason unidentified to him, though the marksman wouldn’t question it.

And the way he would spend his short break?

Hunting, of course.

" mm, steady… this’ll be jus’ quick. "

He muttered to himself, Australian accent bleeding through his words, his finger hovering over the trigger as the sharpshooter followed a small rabbit. Sure, he could go for something bigger, but this was for practice.