It didn't look like much, just two ramshackle buildings set out in the middle of nowhere.
We didn't look like much, a bunch of dirty twenty-somethings planting organic food, selling turnips on the side of the road. Trying to make the world a more peaceful place. The townsfolk stayed away from us, called us "hippies" and "tree huggers." They didn't like our kind.
They didn't know about the guns. They never looked in the bottom of our well to see who was living down there. Well, "living" is kind of using the term loosely.
This was the perfect cover, this stupid hippie compound. And the turnips weren't half bad, either.
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