as the platoon marches past, exiting frame to reveal a sign mounted beside a security checkpoint in a formidable chain-link fence.
revealing brewer surrounded by shipping crates. he sets the scope on a long empty table and attacks another crate, working under a harsh fluorescent lighting unit.
revealing brewer hunched over the tiny crt screen atop the transponder box, typing at a keyboard the size of a pocket calculator. rambo squats motionless, watching intently.
as the two walk into the atrium of a ruined "wat", or buddhist temple. brewer looks awed.
revealing him under guard, arms bound painfully tight behind him, in the back of a troop truck.
showing rambo on his knees, at the center of a bare concrete room. a single window admits a shaft of red dusk-light, like a spotlight. rambo sways in the spotlight, glistening with sweat, stripped to his g.i. shorts. in the four corners of the small room are guards with rifles. others crowd in the doorway, grinning and jostling to see.
the huey's m-60 opens up, walking a parade of waterspouts toward him across the water.