The highways that were once lively were now empty, save for three vehicles: a red pickup truck, a campervan, and a '65 Cadillac. Inside each were three men each, weary from hours of driving across the country. They had just arrived from New Mexico to visit the family of one of their members: the Boston scrapper that was the Scout.

It had been years since he has seen any of his older brothers or his mother. He actually planned the trip in advance, but when the others found out about it, he wound up caving in and letting the others go, not only to get them off his back, but also to secretly see if Spy truly was dating his mother and perhaps look into the Frenchman's secrets. The Administrator let them off the hook for this family visit to the mercenaries' surprise, as she wasn't typically the most open person in the world. The journey took a few days to reach the outskirts of Massachusetts, but for Scout, it was well worth the drive, especially with his co-worker's… let's just say interesting personalities, from Soldier's rants and yelling to Demoman drinking the last of the beer the team had on the road trip. Just to see their faces would make Scout's day.

Up until they hit the state line of Massachusetts, things seemed normal. Not much changed in the last 2 years the mercs have been doing their jobs. The closer they got to Boston; however, the weirder things looked. Ruins stood where what was once the great state. Scout was confused. Did a random hurricane just wash through the area? It certainly did not, as he would have got a call about this from his family by this point. So he spent his time in the car, quietly pondering what could have caused the sudden abandonment of his home town, a complete opposite of what he was normally like: rude, vulgar and obnoxious to the other, much to the dismay of his older comrades.

Little did he know of what was due to witness of the Commonwealth…