A bullet whizzed through the air stopping only as it hit the wall behind as the bottle is glided perfectly through exploded into shards around off the metal beam it had been sitting on. Another whiz and the bottle that sat next to it exploded. The shot echoed down the street. 

"God damn piece of shit." John mumbled to himself as he adjusted the silencer on the barrel of his tan sniper. "Gonna blow my damn head off one of these days." He said to himself, as he tapped it back into place. He looked up from his scope at the remaining bottle across the street on the other buildings roof and set his rifle off to the side pulling out his pistol. He aimed down the sight and shot the bottle dead center as it exploded like the rest. He flipped his pistol back sheathed it at his side. He cracked his neck and shoulders and stood up, picking his rifle up and throwing it on his back.

As he swiftly moved down the stairs he proceeded out into the street with caution. Pulling his hunting knife out and holding it in a combat ready position as he made his way around the corner entering the street. He looked around quickly and darted to the next building. Could never be more careful now a days, people know the waste land like the back of their hand, John being one of them. Letting yourself be unaware or distracted could be your death. Super-mutants are relentlessness, John knew this first hand.

He made his way to the bank, a rusty metal bridge just in front of him let off to a well guarded high wooden wall. He made his way across the bridge. "State name and business" A guard hollered over the wall as a red dot appeared on Johns chest. John took out a cigar and old matches, barely getting enough flame to light it. A little puff of smoke came from his mouth as he spoke "Shut up and let me in Tom" 
The dot disappeared and John gave a slight smirk and chuckle. He grabbed the cigar out of his mouth with three fingers and tilted his hat at the guard manning the switch that opens the door as it closed behind John. 

The bar door swung open as he entered, laying his rifle up against the metal counter and he took the smoking cigar out from between his lips. "Scotch" he said plainly as the Eye-bot moved over to pour him a glass. He grabbed the class as soon as it was set down and took a sip. He rested the glass down and wiped his face. "Ah, John. Where might you have been this morning?" a voice announced from behind him. "Shooting practice" He replied not turning around to look at the source of the voice.
"Shooting practice? John your one of the best shots here" The voice said joyfully confused.
"Aye, one that you'll never beat Aydon" he turned as his friend as next to him ordering another drink and gave him a smile. "And you, what trouble do you find yourself in today." he asked. Aydon gave a slight chuckle "None today thankfully. But I did spot some raiders while out scavenging." Aydon's face turned serious and John jumped at the word. "Raiders?" 
"Aye, I believe they were scopin' the place out, maybe lookin' for a weak spot to launch a raid."
John sat back "Did you notify the guardsmen?" 
"of course, but those thick skulled fucks wouldnt know anything was happening before they got shot" He said quickly
"Just watch yourself Aydon, I don't think Liberty City would fall just to a few petty thieves" John said putting his cigar back in his mouth.