Lindsey drawn to the border of Mexico with images, a serial killer. She loves her Harley's but sucked thick into the middle two actual types of war but one is seriously mental. She sees good guys turned bad while bad guys are good. Those cold green eyes glaring and Lindsey says "Being psychic is spiritual connectedness aren't you psychic too?" Suddenly seeing the woman bound on a bike mouth duct taped and sizzling with anger while Lindsey feels like a hero hypnotized with the reverberation of motorcycles eating the road. Literally different members, Indian tribes and Mexicans, ride up beside her like welcoming validation. Seeing ghostly shaped rocks like Divinity manifests from within kneeling thanking the Great Spirit and all she can say is Wow This man standing is ridged red white knuckled anger as the voice grows the toughest leather gun clad men put on bulletproof vest; others screw mufflers to guns slapping them in the brothers and sisters hands giving a certain handshake a nod and off they go.