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[callthegoderos]

He had retreated to a quiet life. His little shack on the side of the beach provided him the shelter he needed, the ocean gave him food and the surrounding gave him enough supplies to survive. This was it and he liked it. It was one of those mornings when he came back to his home with fish in hand freshly caught when he saw the other sitting near his front door. 

“Get the damn hell out of my house,” Stephanos hissed. Dropping the fish in the barrel of salt water next to the house. “I fuckin’ mean it,” he turned to them. “If you think I won’t shoot you, think again.”

[callthegoderos]

Stephanos heard the commotion outside his modest little house and headed out, only feeling annoyed once he saw who it was that was there. “Two years off the grid and you decide now to come find me?” He asked them, rolling his eyes and sipping from the cold beer he had in his hand. “Whatever job--whatever matter it is you try to come pick with me, I’m not interested.”