Leo kneeled on a boulder overlooking a desert pass with mountains running north to south. If someone nearby had to get to the other side, they usually had to go through it if they had a vehicle. A fact which Leo was counting on, as he squinted at a note he held his hand which read, "There are a group of bandits looking to raid the nearby town. Their vehicle is yellow and generally broken down, but they should be hanging out on top of it with a bunch of rifles. Please stop them, that town is important." Thankfully, the words weren't too complex for Leo, and he was grateful for that. The note itself had come from a woman who met with him in The Blood Clot. She seemed a sincere and nice enough woman, not to mention somewhat attractive, but it was odd for townfolk to ask Leo to do things. Most people tried to ignore the man who went around hunting killers, so whenever one came forward, they must have had something important to say, right?
As his eyes left the note, he noticed a lot of dust being kicked up off in the distance, causing him to stick the paper back into his pocket and peer through his scope at the source of the rising dust; a vehicle that seemed to have a large group of men on top of it, each with at least one weapon. However, Leo didn't automatically assume this vehicle to be the target, as people don't just travel through the desert unarmed, so he decided to wait for it to draw closer to the pass, which would also make his chances of missing on the first shot be slighter.
He adjusted the scope for a moment, carefully watching the steamer approach, then returned to looking through the sights, Hmm... seems ta be de mark... De men seem like de bandit types... The men were wearing various forms of patchwork armor, some had basic helmets, and a few had pieces of metal chest armor. Those with the better armor, Leo made a mental note of as he listed the targets by priority and threat. However, he paid special attention to those that rifles with telescopic sights. Alrigh'... dey must be dem, thought Leo, as he moved the sight into position over the driver, and pulled the trigger. Leo went backward slightly with the recoil of the rifle, but he was rewarded with the sight of the driver's head being turned to a red pulp.
The now deceased driver slumped over, and with his hands still gripping the wheel tightly, made the steamer make a hard right turn until it finally began to roll, metal bending and bandits falling off only to be crushed. When it stopped, a few bandits stood up in the sand, disoriented and extremely angry as they saw their comrade's mangled bodies around them. But their anger quickly turned into fear as Leo chambered another round with the bolt-action rifle and fired, obliterating another head. The renegades quickly took cover wherever they thought it safe, and tried to return fire. One tried to run from the ruined wreck, but he quickly collapsed in the sand with a hole blown through where his heart once was. The other four were smarter, and stayed behind cover. However, one of the bandits, cocky enough to try to aim at Leo with his sighted rifle, popped his head out long enough for a bullet to travel through his forehead. The comrade which had been hiding next to him watched the body fall backwards onto the sand and closed his eyes, repeating, "Spare me, spare me, spare me..." The others, apparently figuring out that there was no chance for escape or retaliation, hunkered down and tried to amass what water and food wasn't ruined by the sand that they could safely find, settling in to wait for the Sun to set.
This was frustrating to Leo, who searched for a way to destroy the steamer entirely, but finding none, sighed and began to climb down the slope, keeping an eye out for any bandits who had the courage to look for him since he realized that the bandits would get away if he didn't kill them before sundown.