Pain vs. Death
Had taken some doing and a lot of favors, but Slade had hunted down Scivor's location. North Sentinel Island, the only place modern society has never touched, pretty ingenious place to hide.
Slade had been there once, after his modifications, but before he left the army. Intelligence said some Russian activity was going on in the South Pacific, so Slade and a dozen SEALS were sent to investigate and if need be stop it. Unfortunately, a hurricane damaged the boat, and they were forced to land on North Sentinel. Native's responded with a shitstorm of arrows. They came out of the woodwork, and as the fight dragged out, only Slade was left , and about a hundred natives were dead at his feet. The rest of the natives stopped fighting, bowed to him, and left. They left him food and avoided him other than that. After a week of shouting into the boat's Radio, help came, and he got out of there.
Coming back, he was ready for a fight, doubly so since the elite sinestro Scivor was here. He pulled up in his boat, docking at the same beach. He stepped onto the sand, and walked into the jungle, searching for the village the natives lived in.