Jesse had been directed to the weird cove area. This was where newly woken hunters were to meet their new partners and get their weapons. He didn't realize that both were going to be one and the same.

His eyes adjusted to the light and he found himself looking at walls covered with little plaques, and some that were not so little, all bearing the images of some weapons. Large swords, spears and even guns, and some smaller ones like pocket knives, throwing stars, daggers and to his surprise non regular ones like a trench shovel.

The Canadian born cowboy stood in place, looking about not sure what he was supposed to do. Did he just walk up to something and take it or was something supposed to happen to let him know what one was for him?

In the back of his mind he could hear a humming sound, and as it became harder to ignore he moved around hoping to find the source should it be outside his spinning brain. Lucky for him it was.

There was a plaque with something very familiar to him, a rope ending in a slipknot and hoop shape. Lasso, that he could work with, and it seemed that it was calling to him. If the humming could be called, calling.

The man moved toward the lasso, and touched the plaque, which dissipated leaving him with the actual tool in his hand, and a chuckling in his mind. Well that was that then, this was his. Now what?

Heh, now you get to know me.. The humming was replaced with a kind of static filled voice buzzing at him. Call me Trigg boy, short for Trigger, and you are mine.

Whoa.. he was what's now? Jesse opened his mouth to complain but it did no good, how did one complain when what he was going to speak to had become a silver lighter in his hand.

"Well... dang, this is going to be something..."