R2 Moriarty kick

"Surely you must have some idea! Surely you must have heard of the world's greatest criminal mastermind!" An unexpected kick met Saxton's abdomen, strong enough to make even him wince in pain, and brought a fresh bruise to the normally adamantine skin. "Surely you must have heard of James Moriarty, the Napoleon of Crime! And, if you know who I am, what I am... you know wherefore I have come."

Slow realization dawned on Saxton's face. Yes, even Saxton had to 'get' things from time to time.

"You." His eyes narrowed, Eastwood-style. "They sent you, didn't they? You're..."

"Well? Go on, say it. What am I?"

The incredible strength. The accent. The glorious facial hair adorning his upper lip. Only one thing could make sense to Hale, why this Moriarty would go out of his way to attack such a superior specimen.

"They sent you to kill me. You're a Mann Co. mercenary. You're Australian."