A job in Triple Oak Montana. How random. You were stationed here to kill another rich bastard and you had to endure the cold environment and the annoying people. It was hell but at least you got paid

you were filling up your car and went into the gas station store to get some snacks for the trip.

Just these.

you heard a gruff and accented voice say as you where about to pay. you saw a large and calloused hand place down a pack of Winstons. Oh hell no. You knew that voice