“What is the meaning of this?” Stephen demanded.
Benjamin smirked. “You do not get to ask the questions, Captain,” he replied. “I’m in charge here.”
“Then what is it that you want to know?” Stephen questioned.
Benjamin came to a stop a short distance from him. “Why have you been looking for me?”
“That is simple- you were supposed to be dead.” He paused. “How did you survive the onslaught?"
"I have my ways."
"And somehow you avoided capture," Stephen said.
Benjamin’s smirk disappeared. “I don’t want to kill you, but you are leaving me with little choice in the matter.”
“Why is that?”
“You were never supposed to return home,” Benjamin said. “I watched you die.”
“I was merely wounded.”
Benjamin’s face grew hard. “This time, I will ensure you are dead,” he said as he took aim with his pistol.