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: You're ghostin' us, motherfucker. I don't care who you are back in the world, you give away our position one more time, I'll bleed ya, real quiet. Leave ya here. Got that?
] I see you!
: Long Tall Sally, she built sweet, she got everything, that Uncle John need. Aw baby, I'm gonna have me some fun, I'm gonna have me some fun, I'm gonna have me some fun.
: Hey, Dillon.
[Dillon comes over and sees Mac motion to the trees; Mac takes a blade puts it on Dillon's back, Dillon spins around, his gun aimed but then sees a scorpion on the end of the blade
: Thanks! Mac
: Goddamn! Shew. Buddy buddy-buddy-buddy-buddy. I've seen some bad-ass bush before, man, but nothin' like this. Blain
: I hear ya. This shit's somethin'. Makes Cambodia look like Kansas. Mac
: Hey, que pasa, amigo? Little taste of home. Blain
: You lose it here, you're in a world of hurt.
: Payback time. Mac
: Time to let Ol' Painless' out of the bag.
: [seeing the body of the pig that almost killed Mac
] Jesus, you killed a pig... Think you could'a found something bigger? Mac
: [Billy laughs loudly
] Fuck you, Poncho! Fuck you!
: [to Blain's corpse
] Here we are again, bro... Just you and me. Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle. Real number 10, remember? Whole platoon, 32 men chopped into meat... We walk out, just you and me, nobody else. Right on top, huh? Not a scratch... Not a fuckin' scratch. You know, who ever got you, they'll come back again. And when he does, I'm gonna cut your name right into him... I'm gonna cut your name into him!
: What's got Billy so spooked? Mac
: Can't say, Major. Been actin' squirrelly all morning. That damned nose of his... it's weird. Dutch
: What is it? Billy? What the hell is wrong with you? Billy
: There's something in those trees. Dutch
: Do you see anything? Billy
: Up there ahead. Dutch
: Nothing. What do you think? Billy
: I guess it's nothing, Major.
: Mac, any sign of the other hostages? 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. Dutch
: Good work, Mac. Clear the area; leave no traces. Go get the other men. Mac
: I know one thing, Major, I drew down and fired straight at it. Capped off two hundred rounds in the minigun, full pack. Nothing... Nothing on Earth could've lived. Not at that range.