The crack of a rifle then the ping of bullet hitting metal.
Flint pulled back the bolt on his rifle and placed his eye to the back of his scope. His left hands index finger clenched and the trigger was once again pulled.
The rifle recoiled harshly but was controlled within the mans left shoulder.
The bullet pinged off the target once again. A crude piece of armour plating, now riddled with small dents.
Flint was outside of Tokyo. Within the ruins where he could shoot from large ranges without anyone being endangered.
At the moment the small 10 inch plate he was firing at was only a dot to the naked eye. But through Flints powerful scope it filled the lens.
Despite this, the shots had to be aimed high due to the range and so the challenge was a large one. Flint continued to hit it though, perfecting his aim as he did so.
He sighed loudly sitting up from his prone position to stretch his legs. Flicking his phone on and finding a few missed calls, he ignored who they where from though.
"Probably nothing" He thought to himself as he began to pack away the rifle.
"I should get back though.." Flint muttered hooking the sling of the case around his shoulder as he headed back to Tokyo. Planning to return to Nomura Security Corporation HQ.