{{The scene fades in from the blurry mess on your screen.
Suddenly, you recognize something about where you are. The surroundings seem familiar.
You're outside, it's about 11:00 p.m. local time on your watch.
You begin to walk upwards towards a hill. There seems to be a building in front of you.
It's not a large building but it's long. You get to the door. Inside you can hear some machinery.
As you open the door, a large amount of heat immediately hits your face.
A small film of sweat develops on your forehead, and you wipe it off. You walk in.
The door slams shut behind you and the metal on metal sound echos throughout the building.
You continue inside and you see a light in the back corner of the building.
Inside there is a lot of equipment you don't recognize, but it looks as if it is some sort of complicated steelwork.
You round the corner and you see Matt McLean, the President of the GFWA,
bent over a large forge, with a large pair of tongs in one hand, holding a piece of hot metal.
In his other hand, he is holding a large smithing hammer, and he occasionally slams it down on the anvil
with the hot metal glowing red and yellow underneath it.
He's sweating profusely as you approach. He speaks softly as he continues to shape the hot metal.}}

President McLean: Much like the man.....that fashions the metal....while it's hot.....and while it's soft....the man can mold the metal into any shape he wishes....he can create any sort of device he wishes....he can create a blade, razor sharp to the touch.....he can create a hammer....hard and solid through and through.....and much like that man, I am still evolving...I am still shaping the Lords of the Fourth Reich into the perfect organization....it takes time.....*bangs the hammer on the metal*.....and pressure.....*bangs the metal again*.....and I've got all the time in the world.....

{{McLean takes the metal in the tongs and shoves it back into the fire from the forge.
The metal again glows a bright red and yellow color as he sets the tongs down.
He lays the hammer down on the anvil and walks away from the fire of the forge.}}

President McLean: Mr. Wire....the Pitbull of the Divinity.....you have much bravado....calling me out to the middle of MY ring....taking one of MY chairs....knocking me upside MY head.....and running through MY crowd....you see the pattern here? You think you can just do what you did and not get any retribution? Oh, what happened at the end of BackDraft....that was just a taste of what the L4R is capable of! You have no idea who you've pissed off....and I don't bother with threats, I just take action. The action I'm going to take with you is simple....I'm going to snuff you out of existance. Any way I can get to you. And I will get to you, Wire....I will get to you and I will take you out personally.....to start a war with the L4R is rattle the beast within me....the man wanting to come out is known for his destruction.....you know, the identity of this man is known....he has terrorized many people in the GFWA before....he does have a history here....

{{McLean stands back up and walks towards the forge again, picking up the tongs.
He grabs the piece of metal from the forge and lays it back on the anvil.
Picking the hammer back up, he begins slamming the hammer down, shaping...ever shaping...}}

President McLean: A history....you can ask Watts about our history.....of course, you may get choked out for your troubles, but nevertheless, a history is something he and I have.....and maybe another chapter in that saga is yet to come....I don't know.....I do know this.....the metal is being shaped....continuing to sharpen and mold itself....and much the same way it is not perfect until it is done, that is how it is with the L4R and me.....I am the piece of the puzzle that will fall last.....I am the piece of the solution that the Divinity fears.....and they know that He is coming.....they know who it is that creeps to them.....slowly, like a thief in the midst.....like a panther, creeping up for the kill....and when I pounce....*slams the hammer down on the ground*.....your dream is over.....it comes quickly....the metal is almost ready.....the sword that will bring justice.....prepare yourself, Divinity....and Wire....you are targeted.....mercy is for the weak....and you will receive NONE.....thus sayeth The Lords....

{{McLean continues to pound the metal, now making it curve slightly.
He takes a shaping tool out and begins to scrap at the hot metal, shaping it even more.
As he does, the scene fades to black.}}