Five months have passed since The Sawmill Incident, as they've come to call it, and safe to say it finally did feel like an incident. An incident Sniper could brush aside and put behind him for good. As if it could ever be as simple as that. Nothing was ever simple or easy; not for men like them. (Sequel to It Came With The Rain)

One has to learn to take the bad with the good. Even the prettiest, most fragile rose can wield the most vicious of thorns. The question then remains: is it worth the pain, the trouble, the pricked fingers and scratched skin to keep that flower alive? Can a balance be found, or must sacrifices be made for the good of all involved?

"Scout, do you remember what happened?" The disappearance of his team, the destruction of their base, and add in the unusual jumpy and paranoid behavior of the typically brash Bostonian and you now have a recipe for something that Sniper knew was not covered in the contracts he had signed.