moving slowly in as he hands the kluge back to brewer.
a shadow in shadows. he slips the clip from the ak-47 he has liberated, but finds it almost empty. sets it down quietly. tay spreads his men out to sweep the area in an arc. the guards advance, stricken with a growing unease.
watching. a shadow passes over him.
seeing something as they approach the river.
sliding painfully out of the flight seat. brewer gawks at the pool of blood collected in the hollow of rambo's seat.