It is a dark misty night in Louisiana, Dusty Wyatt is sitting at a log fire in a open area of nearby woods at the back of his home. He is staring through the flames, the embers occasionally flying through the air, the only noises that can be heard are howls and the crackling of the camp style fire. Dusty begins to laugh while looking up at the sky through the tall pinewood trees, he then stares into back through the flames, with nothing more than a vacant expression

*Dusty Wyatt*
"A man once said Evolution was a mystery, well I disagree. Change is happening right before our very eyes, all will become so much clearer soon. A storm is brewing, a storm so violent only a select few in the XWF will survive, soon, it's time to take things to a more extreme level, soon it's time to reveal the man in the horse's mask, the army of wolves in sheeps clothing will be revealed, no one will be able to stop us, so you can send who you want. Just don't send anyone you want back. Hahahaha.

We got the whole world in our hands, we got the whole world in...our...hands...

Hahahahaha.

FOLLOW...the buzzards."

The fire burns out, any remaining flickering light showing Dusty's face disappears and everything goes silent.