"The Overboss held up the head of some no good scavver, it was a normal friday evening for him..Finishing up fights in the Cola Cars Arena, planning on getting some drinks with Mason after it was all done. But, as he went to throw the head down, to be cleaned up later by the settlers, he caught a glimse of its face.. he was young, probably younger then the Boss himself, maybe 21..23 even. This kid threw away his life to fight him, he didn't have a choice, no one did. The screams and cheers of the raider's around him would become muffled as he stared at the scavver's now brusied, bloodied head. This could've been him if Gage hadn't stepped in when he was fighting Colter, it *would've been him*. He raised the head to look at it closer, examining the scars, enamered by the fact he was holding someone's entire life in his hands.."Boss! You gon' keep admiring that head or are we gon'a get out've here!" A familar, raspy voice would call out, knocking the Overboss out of his thought. In that moment he would drop the scavver, turning to his right hand man, "Yeah.. I'm coming.""