The Calm Before the Storm

[Before the blackness fades away, we hear the sound of crackling fire. The flames take centre stage as we view a gorgeous mountain tourist observation plateau just off the side of the highway. The cameraman moves past the parking area where a sizeable flatbed cargo holds dozens upon dozens of sizeable, freshly cut lumber.

A campfire has been set up, overlooking a gorgeous valley. A tent has been set up nearby.

Toro, towel slung over his shoulders, watches the fire. Occasionally, he takes a swig from an aluminium water bottle. The cameraman walks around to the other side of the campfire to view Toro through the flames. His demon-red contacts glisten, reflecting off the crackling fire.]

Toro: This is what we call the calm before the storm. [swig] Where soon, the battle will commence and casualties will be made.

[He leans over to his left and refills his water from a nearby cooler's spout.]

Toro: Only a child would think my training regime is playing with Tonka trucks, Vet. I did this kinda thing all the time when I did strongman competitions. You can do all the squats in the world, but trust me, it's not the same as a caber toss.

[He takes another swig and brushes some sweat from his brow with the towel.]

Toro: You ever been in a practical situation where your little bench-presses do you any good? Yeah, I thought not. [swig] Just the sort of mindless, monotonous exercise I'd expect from an army grunt.

[He cracks his neck from one side to the other.]

Toro: We're both big, strong, imposing men, Vet. What we'll do on Fury in Lafayette will be nothing short of a knockdown, drag-out, ugly brawl. And I'll revel in it.

[Takes another swig, wiping his mouth with his forearm.]

Toro: From one man of violence to another, I just have one last thing to say...

[He pours the remaining water out of the bottle over the fire.

Ssssssss. The hot coals and burning wood hiss. Smoke billows up. Through the smoke, the only thing the camera can pick up are Toro's glowing red eyes.]

Toro: Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.

[Fade out.]