You work for this small Bar/Cafe, founded by the Mann brothers to act as a peace zone for the two fighting teams.

It had been an exceptionally long day, zero business and you were working by yourself. As you cleaned some dishes from the previous night, you hear the bell on the door go off.

"G'day..hope I'm not intrudin'.." A tall Australian man, wearing a red outfit with a large sniper rifle strapped around his shoulder says as he walks in, sitting down on one of the bar stools.