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Nearby, Mac charges from the jungle on a dead run as machine gun fire rakes the ground around him. At the hillside hut, two Guerrillas move into position, drawing down on Schaefer as he appears. As they are about to open fire, Dillon appears, yelling out a warning to Dutch. Schaefer and Dillon open fire taking out the Guerrillas.

Ramirez, firing the 203 grenade launcher, completely destroying the hut. Bullets streak through the air, leaving blood-red trails of heat, like laser blasts. As they impact into the Guerillas, we hear the enhanced slapping of bullets, seeing tiny blossoms of heat mushroom out of their bodies. We hear the horrific, deformed cries and screams of the dying men.

A man starts up a helicopter with gunfire and explosions all around, another man hops inside. The blades start revving up, but Dillon appears and fires several rounds into the cockpit. Nearby, Dutch finishes them off with his grenade launcher, the chopper explodes, totally obliterating it and the occupants.

Ramirez and Hawkins are pinned down in the palapa, Guerillas in a sand bag emplacement have the high ground. Ramirez pops up and fires off his grenade laucher, a direct hit. The explosion sets the men ablaze as they fall in to the nearby creek.

Dutch pushes forwards, taking out one Guerilla after another as he moves on. Another searing, blinding explosion sends pieces of shrapnel ripping through the air like tiny meteors.

A sniper high in a tree has Mac on the run. The sniper's steady stream of bullets kissing at his heels as Mac runs at full speed to keep from being an easy target. He finds cover, pinned down by the sniper. Mac signals to Blain to take him out with Ol' Painless.

Blain opens fire with the mini-gun, shredding the tree, sending the Guerrilla crashing down through the roof of the palapa. Ramirez and Hawkins watch as the body crashes to the floor. Ramirez signals Hawkins to move forward.

At the Guerrilla village entrance way to the main palapa, another sandbag emplacement filled with Guerillas are firing away at the team. Billy hurls a grenade, landing directly inside. The men are blasted into the air with a fiery explosion. A Guerrilla comes up from behind firing at Billy. He spins and takes out the Guerilla along with a fuel barrel, which ignites in flames.

Dutch's team continue the onslaught as the Guerilla desperately try to retreat. Blain continues wreaking havoc with Ol' Painless, mowing down three Guerillas near a stack of barrels.

Schaefer and Dillon enter the palapa firing at Guerillas. From the corner of his eye, Schaefer catches a movement. With a whipping, backhanded throw, he lets fly his commando machete. The machete impales the attacking Guerrilla, driving him backwards, pinning him to a post.

Dutch: Stick around.

In the palapa, Dutch finds an enclosed hut and with a mighty kick, knocks the door down, surprising two rebels sorting through paperwork.

Dutch: Knock-knock.

Before the rebels have a chance to react, Dutch blasts the first one out of the hut with his grenade launcher and takes out the second with a round of bullet fire.

Looking out the hut, Dutch sees two rebels trying to escape. He signals Ramirez, who goes after them. Ramirez, at a crouch, runs through the jungle, following the obvious signs of the Guerrilla's retreat. Dutch shouts orders at Hawkins . . . then he hears a gun click behind him. He spins quick and gun butts the attacker on the head. Looking down, he sees it's a young woman.

Dutch: Mac, any sign of the other hostages?

Mac hustles up to Schaefer, a look of urgency on his face.

Mac: Found the other hostage. He's dead, too. And the kid in the chopper. If these guys are Central Americans then I'm a goddamn Chinaman. From the looks of things, our Cabinet Minister was CIA. Another thing, Major: those other guys you waxed were Russian Military Advisors. Something very big was going to happen here.

Schaefer looks at Mac a moment, a flush of anger beginning to show. The pieces are falling together.

Dutch: Good work, Mac. Clear the area; leave no traces. Go get the other men.

Mac: Right.

Ramirez quickly takes cover near a cliff, as automatic fire rips up the ground before him. Blain is at the foot of the cliff also.

Blain: Son of a bitch is dug in like an Alabama tick.

As they take cover, Ramirez notices the wound on Blain's shoulder.

Poncho: You're bleeding, man. You're hit.

Blain: I ain't got time to bleed.

Poncho: Oh . . . Okay

Ramirez blasts rapid-fire shots on a high-arc trajectory towards the rocks.

Poncho: You got time to duck?

Blain dives against the protective cover of the rock wall, covering his head. The entire hillside explodes, blowing the Guerrillas into the air, a torrent of vegetation and earth raining down the cliff, obscuring Blain and Ramirez.

Schaefer is staring out the window, his weapon slack in one arm, holding a paper. Dillon enters, obviously excited about what he has found. He sees the papers on the floor.

Dillon: Goddamn jackpot. This is more than we ever thought we'd get. Man, we got those bastards. We got 'em.

Dillon reads through them quickly, growing even more excited. Schaefer turns, striding slowly to Dillon, handing him the paper he is holding.

Before Dillon has a chance to read it, Schaefer grabs Dillon and slams him into the wall, face to face, anger flaring in his eyes.

Dutch: You set us up! It's all bullshit, all of it -- the cabinet minister, the whole business. You got us in here to do your dirty work.

Dillon: Look, we've been looking for this place for months. My men were in that chopper when it got hit! Hopper's orders were to go in and get my men and he disappeared.

Dutch: He didn't disappear. He was skinned alive!

Dillon explains he was ordered to get someone to accomplish the mission.

Dutch: So you cooked up a story and dropped the six of us in a meatgrinder. . . . . What happened to you, Dillon? You used to be someone I could trust.

Dillon: I woke up. Why don't you? You're an asset. An expendable asset. And I used you to get the job done, got it?

Dutch: My men are not expendable. And I don't do this kind of work.

Schaefer turns away from Dillon and steps through the doorway into the palapa as Anna moans again, mumbling something in Spanish. Dillon kneels, beside her.

Schaefer is talking to Hawkins who has the field radio set on a crate just outside the door. Hawkins reports he has a hook-up with aerial surveillance. Guerrillas are swarming like flies all over the place, possibly no more than one to two miles away, they only have a half an hour. Dutch orders the team to move in five minutes. He starts to walk away. Schaefer turns. Dillon is at the doorway, supporting the still groggy Anna.

Dillon insists they take Anna along as a prisoner despite Schaefer's protest.

Dutch: She's your baggage. You fall behind, and you're on your own.

Unknown to Dutch, they are being tracked by an unseen enemy that sees their body heat signatures.

Dutch: Hey Billy, give me a way out of this hole. Aerial says we are cut off.

Billy: The only way outta here is that valley that leads to the east. But I wouldn't risk that on a broke-dick dog.

Dutch: Not much choice.

Dutch orders Poncho to take the lead.

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