After making it most of the way to central park, Ares notices a fiend, who appeared to be flying high, cut out of a side street. Ares promptly dropped prone behind some debris bringing Simo to his shoulder. Hmm, he appears to be alone, now I just need to determine whether to shoot him, or sneak around the idiot. Ares thinks to himself as he carefully looks around and noticed an old apartment complex to his left, with a busted window on the first floor, large enough for him to climb through if things go south here. Well, that is my fallback plan, let's drop this guy and wait to see if there are any reinforcements. After deciding what to do Ares calmly takes aim at the back of the fiends neck right above where it meets the shoulders. Aiming dead center of it, he hopes to send the bullet straight through the throat and the spinal cord.
After slowly pulling the trigger all that would be heard around there is a light clanking of metal on metal as he calmly works the action, a light thump of the bullet hitting his target and the thud of the target hitting the ground. A couple of thuds later the knife will have stop moving after falling from the unlucky, or lucky for hopefully perishing instantly, fiend's hand. Had he not been flying so high, I might would have attempted to let him live, but experiences in the past have taught me to be better off safe than sorry when dealing with addicts. Ares, thinks to himself as he calmly moves his rifle and body enough to stay behind the debris, but able to see and aim down the side street. He decided to spend four or five minutes surveying the area from his vantage point, making sure to check behind him every so often, then check and loot anything of value off of the poor sod whose life he had to end, and finally proceed the last 10 blocks to Central Park, which appears to be an NCR refugee camp.