Stephen Hart

"Sorry mate. I'm doing this one."

- Stephen's last words. Stephen Hart was born between 1974 and March 1975. He became a junior fencing champion and a junior shooting Olympic prospect in high school. Because of this, he was extremely fit, running an average of thirty miles a week. He also gained lightning reactions and extreme physical fitness. However, Stephen strongly felt that humans were killing the Earth around them, and thus he took a job as a wildlife conservationist as a young man.

Eventually, Stephen went to university as a student of Professor Nick Cutter and his wife Helen. During this period, Stephen had a much-regretted affair with Helen. After completing his studies, Stephen took a job as Nick Cutter's lab assistant at the Central Metropolitan University Department of Evolutionary Zoology. After Helen suddenly disappeared with no explanation in the late 1990s and was presumed dead, Stephen began to grow closer to a grieving Nick, and the two became firm friends.

Stephen was outwardly moody and cold and slightly blunt, often coming across as aloof. Despite this, Stephen has been shown numerous times to be very brave and deeply loyal, and strongly caring about his friends. Stephen was also impulsive about being the one to go into danger to help and to put his life at risk to save his colleagues and other people from threats (although Stephen's loyalties could sometimes be challenged by his feelings for Helen Cutter). Stephen had little - no problem with disobeying authority and superiors to help out or save others either.

Battle vs. Robert Muldoon (by Wassboss)
Ring.Ring.Ring

Stephen reaches into his pocket and flips open his phone, sighing as he spots the name of the person calling: James Lester. He jams his thumb down on the recive call button and puts the mobile phone up to his left ear.

"What is it Lester." he says, his voice not trying to hide his annoyance at getting another call from his boss.

"Stephen, are you there yet?" comes a voice from the otherside of the phone, from miles away in damp and dreary london.

"Yes, and it's much nicer than london, i'll tell you that for nothing." comes Stephen's reply which provokes a sigh from Lester.

"Indeed, Are you sure you don't want a back up team. Because if you do they'll be there before your ready to start." Lester continues.

"I'm sure, now I'd appreciate it if you would stop calling me." Stephen replies calmly down the moblie, pushing down on the hangup button, Lester's voice being cut off before he can start his next sentance."Damn Traitor" he whispers to himself, despite being completely alone. Stephen pushes the mobile down deep into his jacket pocket, continuing to load his weapons off the boat. He grabs his Blaser R93 and hooks the strap around his back, reaching into the boat and taking out his Beretta 92FS Inox Pistol and pushing it into the holster on his right leg. Next he takes out his Harpoon Gun and M4A1, eyeing up each gun before placing the harpoon gun in a specialy made holster, gripping his Assault Rifle and he makes his way up the beach, his feet making a light squelching sound as he does. Pushing away the large leaved plant at the edge of the beach, he ducks down under the branch of another and makes his way into the jungle.

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Robert Muldoon slams the door of his range rover shut and pumps his Shotgun before heading over to the large shining, almost crystal like thing in front of him. "What the hell is that." he says to himself and takes out his Radio, pushing in one of the buttons as he does. "Ingen Base 1, I've found the disturbance, requesting a back-up team, Over." he says into the radio and almost immediatly his request is answered.

"Rodger That Muldoon, Sending a back-up team now, They'll be with you in about 20 minuetes, Over."

"Thank you Ingen 1, Over." Muldoon say back into Radio and puts it back in pocket. He then takes out a whiskey bottle and takes a swig out of it and begins his short wait for backup.

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Stephen looks up at the shining light in the distance, the glare from it making him lift his hand to cover his eyes. Ducking down he puts his MA41 down on the ground next to him and removing his Sniper Rifle from where it was slung over his back. He sets it up on it's tripod and peers through the sights, to get a closer look. His suspicions were correct as he can see the anomaly clearly, resting on the ridge of a hill. He is about to put away his sniper rifle when he spots a range rover, parked near enough next to the anomaly. "Lester." he whispers to himself "I knew he couldn't resist, damn traitor.".

He is about to fire a shoot at it when he hears the sound of music playing, pointing his sniper rifle in the general direction of the music. He spots another land rover, making it's way up the winding path around the mountain. Stephen quickly switches targets and fires four shots at each of the car's respective wheels, hitting his mark with all his shots and brining the car to a stop. "Your not going to get away with this Lester." he mutters to himself and loads some more rounds into his Blaser R93, ready to take out the men exiting the now immobile range rover.

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Rico Gonduras laughes at his fellow park ranger's joke and twirls his hunting knife in the palm of his hand. ""Are we nearly there yet?" He asks. The driver smiles. "Almost Rico, just up this hill." comes the reply. "Good, I don't think I could be stuck in this thing any longer." Rico laughes. Suddenly the sound of a gunshot rings out and Rico feels the tire pop underneath him. "What the hell was that." he shouts to the driver who barely has any time to respond before 3 more gunshots ring out in quick succession and the remaining 3 tires go flat, slowing the car down to a halt. "What happened." Rico shouts and the driver opens his door, peering down at the wheels.

"Someone has punctured our tires with sniper rounds."

"Quickly everyone get out of the car, we're sitting ducks in here." Rico says to his men and they quickly exit the vehicle, drawing thier weapons are they do so. Another gunshot rings out and one of the park rangers slumps over the boot of the car, the other one going down not long afterwards. The driver fires his automatic machine gun wildly down the hill into the forrest below, another sniper shot ceasing his gunfire with a bullet to the eye. Rico tries to locate where the bullets are coming from but he has little time to do so before several bullets pierce his chest, slamming him back into the side door of the car. Rico barely has time to draw his final breath before his vision goes black, all sound being muted and all the feeling in his body leaving as his head droops and his life ebbs away.

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TBC

WInner: Robert Muldoon

Expert's Opinion
While Stephen was younger and had army training, it was Muldoon's higher calibur weaponry as well as he many more years of experiance got him the win.

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