" Ok. So yeah. We live beachside on one of the nine mouths of the Hydra River. Pretty, you say. Vacation spot, you say. Surf's up, you say. Sunburn, I say. Crime rings, I say. Rich people who are very very big on bumping each-other off on that high-price developed property which you'd think would be the choice spot for a big. happy. picnic. Well, yanno. Everyone has to get their kicks somewhere.


We just get paid for sticking our necks into the middle of it.


We're Far Reach and No Gain, and we sell ourselves for a living.


...


As mercenaries.


MERCENARIES.


What were you thinking? "