Fred threw some caps in the direction of the bartender, more than enough unless it was some sort of excellent pre-war dartboard. With a light whistle he pulled up his laser rifle to cling to his back. The stunt was supposed to get some sort of recruiter to get a look at him. Any experienced man would get a look at his high-grade gear, the laser rifle and recharger pistol being only the start. If someone paid attention to his neck and the bits of him exposed, they would see his leather jacket was thick not because of muscle but the ballistic weave. It might take a while but he was betting that some high-class person would get a look at him eventually, and like what he saw. He would get a few more drinks before getting a cigar and walking out.

When he walked out of the establishment, he would go for the nearest alley. He knew that someone looking for a hired gun was just as likely to appear as someone looking to steal his gear, so he unbuttoned his pistol's holster and made sure his hand was near it, or his cattle prod. He did his best to make it look like he was just going for an innocent smoke and a stroll, looking for shadows and such getting near him. If nobody came, he would sigh. He had another plan, but it was risky.....