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The Shalish Shidhe Council Federal Courthouse, Spokane Washington.

“Jason Montgomery Feathers, you are sentenced to banishment for the rest of your natural life.” A hush filled the tribal room as the Elder passed down the judgment. Banishment was a rare punishment used sparingly, but to great affect.

“This is an outraged,” yelled Jason’s Father, William Feathers. The large imposing man stood, grasping the rails to haul up his bulk. “How dare you do this, you are serving justice? I say you are serving politics!”

“Sit down mister Feathers or I will have you removed, your son has committed multiple acts of terrorism against the people, it will not be tolerated.” Fuming William sat down, not believing his ears. His poor son, just a boy really, paying for the enemies his father made.

“You will serve out your sentence on the Island of Iski-ahe. If you choose to leave, your sentence will be death. You have 15 minutes to prepare young man, I hope the rest of your life will be used to reflect upon the madness of your youth. The council has spoken.” With that the elderly native man rose, as did the rest of the room, with the notable exception of William Feathers, and left. None saw the faint smile on his lips as he departed the room.

Stunned and in shock, Jason turned to his father, “you must believe me Dad, I did none of this, please don’t let them do this, Dad, PLEASE!” William stood holding his son at arms length, “Be strong my son, and face your punishment like the warrior you are.” It pained to say these words to his son but he had no choice, not here, not now. “Remember, I will always come for you.”

William embraced his son, then turned and left without a look back. The bailiffs came and dragged a stunned Jason away, the whole time the poor boy muttered, “but, I’m innocent”.

Once outside William hailed his limousine. A sleek grey Mitsubishi Nightsky. The door opened automatically and the man in his late 30’s seemed much older as he slid inside. The air conditioned interior was very comfortable after the brutally hot interior of the council chambers.

William looked to his friend, Johnny Blaze for support. “They did it Johnny, the bastards did it, just to trash my campaign, they sentenced him to banishment.”

Blaze nodded in reply, not surprised at all by the conviction of his friends enemies. His reaction was consistent with the 34 year old man that he was. A brutal and cunning mercenary trained on the battlefield of life. His response was just as William though it would be. “I can have Casper and Eclipse meet me in Seattle in 48 hours, once there, Virus can get us transportation, will have to use a local to get to the island, but I think we can have your son back in less than 72 hours Sir.”

William though about it for a moment, and as much as it pained him to say so, “No. Sorry Blaze if your team did it they could trace it back to me. As much as I would like you to, we just can’t.” William thought things over for a few minutes as the car glided along the streets of Spokane. “Tell the driver to head to the airport, I am going to grieve the lost of my son in our cabin in the Cascades. You will, of course come with me. I will stay there for a period of two weeks, that’s how long we have before they start to suspect.” The scenery shifted as the limo turned and headed for the airfield.

Blaze replied with a cold smile, “Understood”. Was all he said as he reached for his cell.

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“Understood,” said the electronically filtered voice of Blaze. A man leaned back in a chair, an old cigarette in his hand and a smile on his face.