“Starting a war, in which I doubt any of us will come out for the best. We have our collective sights on one person, one true reason we came back. We each have personal reasons for our return. However, we had one reason to return as a unit. One reason the drives the unit.”

The camera fades from black into what can only be described as a tent. The massive frame of the Native American behemoth Brimstone, back to the camera is leaning up against a pole, with his arms folded across his chest. Across from Brimstone sits a man, Native American as well though older, and smaller than Brimstone. The way the light shines from the fire pit in the middle of the tent, the man looks almost ethereal in nature.

“Jacob,” the man begins in a an accented voice of the Native American, “you have called me here, for what reason? I am no priest; there is no confessional in this place. Your sins, for what ever they are, are yours to bear in this world and the next. You should have been born three hundred years ago. You would have fit more in there, scalping and raiding the invaders. Our beliefs have evolved from that period though, because of the oppression our people felt. The oppression of our people because of the follies of our ancestors taught is to change our viewpoints.

Brimstone shakes his head, listening to the old man carefully. He knows in his abyssal heart that man speaks truly. He is a warrior in the purest sense of the word. He fights and wars because that’s all he knows. His whole life has been a constant struggle. A good portion of the strife in his world had been his own doing. He should have been born years ago, the violence he is capable of, the desire to do so would not have been thought as unnatural back then.

“You may not be a priest old man, but you are supposed to be a spiritual leader of some sort. I am at a spiritual crossroads; humanity is quickly leaving me…..” Brimstone stops as the old man waves has hand in a negating type of way.

“Lie to your self if you have to Jacob, you cannot lie to me. Your blood brother is the Coyote totem, the tricketer himself, your friendship alone assures your damnation in our hells and what ever other hells you have. You know though, he is not the reason you do what you do. Without the tethering hand of Dirge, you would be dead or in a jail. The coyote showed you a sense of purpose when you were young. To this day, he is the constant in your maelstrom of maliciousness. There is no cross roads, you choose your path long ago. You abandoned our beliefs for those of a Science goddess, except rituals like this which you always hope to use to cleanse your black spirit.

What you did, to that poor man will not help him. You desecrated his family, his ideals for what, to prove something? To prove something to him, or to you?”

“He did quit whining for a moment,” Jacob says in a sardonic way, grin spreading on his face maliciously. “Though he kept on threatening his empty threats. It is amazing, how many people say they are not affected by us or that we do not get them focused and on point. He seemed fairly intent. Bah, he is nothing but a sacrifice anyway.”

Brimstone’s hands drop to his side, the scar on his palm bleeds slightly. Brimstone begins to pace back and forth like a caged animal looking at the old man, expecting more.

“Jacob, you took the most vicious part of our beliefs and rolled it into your Entropic beliefs. You have the soul of a whole tribe of people, their anger rolls through you like the storms out to the plains. Many of your people believe you are the incarnation of their hatred, except you allied yourself with the Coyote.”

“I do not care what they believe.” Brimstone growled angrily. “They abandoned me to my fate, because of who my parents were , or more appropriately, who they were not. I have my tribe, and that is EEI. Those men are the only tribe I have now. Everything I do, it’s for the tribe for its members, for the brotherhood.”

“Then, have you gone too far? Or perhaps you have not gone far enough?” The old man asks quizzically looking at Brimstone with a start of complete innocence. This statement bringing Brimstone to a halt, staring at the old man incredulously. “Brimstone, your totem was an eagle do you remember how an eagle dominates its pray? It uses a wing buffet to create air blasts that force smaller birds to the ground where they're easier prey. They over power their prey rendering them helpless.”

“Royal and McCoy are going to be very angry, at the match I suppose, it will be good for them though. They will never acknowledge our actions will make them wrestle better, however Royal finally acknowledged us, he stopped eyeing everyone as an enemy, and looked directly at me as a threat. Your right though, I have not done enough. Thank you old Bear. I believe I have to go post bail.”

The lights of a police car can be seen inside the tent. Brimstone walks out of the tent to get arrested. In the place of the old man, is a totem of a bear. No trace of the old Indian that was just giving council to the very troubled soul of Jacob Brimstone.

End Transmission