a driver is at the wheel, a gunner beside him, studying the night through an infrared scope. behind them, two more new soldiers sit lost in shadows in the back seat, staring impassively out the window at the spooky spotlights combing the eerie junkyard.
vision blocked, the driver is fighting for control of the vehicle as the gunner to his right screams into the radio mike.
maneuvering across the junk-strewn landscape, the driver peers through the cracked windshield at the green terrain, looking for todd as the radio crackles.
as the driver steers, the gunner peers through his scope.
the gunner is peering intently through his scope.
peering through the scope as he sweeps the terrain, the gunner suddenly stiffens and back-pans to find something.
the dying gunner is making awful noises while the driver, eyes glazed, his face streaming with blood, maneuvers the vehicle slowly and cautiously, looking for the enemy.
todd is at the wheel, speaking into the radio as wind whips at him through the shattered windshield.
todd sets his sights on one of the new soldiers, cutting him down with rocket fire, then he glances toward the second new soldier on the right.