After the gravel war ended the mercs split up, Sniper became a assassin of sorts, killing anybody he was paid to, and Scout? He was kinda homeless, once he left he kinda had nothing. He just went on his way with the money he had and sorta just went on his own adventure, hitchhiking, wondering around, he made the best of it being homeless and treated it as a vacation…

Sniper thought he’d never see that Boston boy ever again… but then he drove into a small campground, at the moment his just finished killing some poor bastard and just wanted to stay low because he was feeling a little paranoid. As he drove down one of the trails of the campground he saw someone walking… was that Scout? That dumb Boston kid he used to deal with a while back?

He drove beside him and looked to the side at him slightly… yeah it was Scout. He rolled his window down and called out

Mick: “Mate, That you? …Jeremy?”

Sniper would call out. He was surprised and had a slight grin.