Thaddeus slowly walked down road every step bringing him ever closer to his home Severograd. His steps felt lighter as he moved ever closer to his brothers and sisters. A large ‘S’ carved into the right side of his neck a symbol of his strength and a ‘J’ carved into his right palm was the symbol of his loyalties. He found himself glancing down at his palm, “God how I missed these fuckers.” He said to himself. Thaddeus lifted a radio still set to the old Lost Souls frequency, “Hey brothers if anyone still has this frequency Brother Nathan is come home to play.” He smiled, “Duncan, Jack, and any scared brothers and sisters lets link up at Hell and share a drink. I got some good stuff from mother Russia.” He shifted his weight and the muffled sound of bottles clanking could be heard over the radio.