Predator Page #5

But his ingratiating demeanor is not impressing Mac, who regards Dillon

with the cold suspicion reserved for an outsider. Mac looks up at

Blain, his eyes narrowing.

Blain's massive jaws roll as he masticates the chew. He pauses, eyes

moving downward, spotting his target.

He hocks a thick, vile stream of TOBACCO JUICE directly between

Dillon's legs and onto the floor, a gelatinous skein lacing across the

toe of one boot. Dillon looks up, his face goes cold and menacing.

DILLON:

(icy)

Man, that's a real bad habit you've got.

Dillon turns back to Ramirez, ignoring Mac and Blain, who continues to

stare at him. Mac looks across at Blain, wide grins breaking across

their huge faces. Cradled in Blain's arms, as if it were a part of his

body, is a large, CANVAS-COVERED BUNDLE. Blain looks down at his

bundle, almost affectionately.

The PILOT'S VOICE breaks in over Schaefer's headset.

PILOT NUMBER ONE (V.O.)

LZ comin' up in 30 seconds. Stand by the rappel lines.

Looking up, Schaefer gives a hand signal to the nearest man who nods

and in return, passes the signal down the line.

Ramirez and Blain pick up heavy, METAL CONICAL DEVICES, attached to

canvas bags filled with rope.

EXT. HELICOPTER - NIGHT

From the open doors the RAPPELLING LINES hurtle into space, CRASHING

through the double canopy of the trees and to the jungle floor below.

INT. HELICOPTER - NIGHT

The blue light changes to GREEN. Schaefer nods. RAPPELLING DEVICES SNAP

into place. Gloved hands grab onto rope. Combat boots move into

position.

DILLON:

(shouting to Schaefer)

You don't know how much I missed this, Dutch!!! Once you get this in

your blood, you never get it out!!!

SCHAEFER:

You never were all that smart... let's go!!!

Schaefer signals. Men leap from the chopper.

EXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT

The man crash through the trees and are swallowed up by the darkness

below. The helicopters depart, THUMPING their way into the night.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. MOUNTAIN RIDGE - DAY (DAWN)

A light shower passes through the trees. The sky clears, REVEALING a

lush and exotic foliage. Birds are beginning to SING but otherwise, all

is SILENT.

The dense growth seems impenetrable, but from a solid wall of

undergrowth, a HAND appears and signals in a downward motion.

As if by magic, the assault team materializes, quietly, cautiously.

Schaefer makes another gesture and the team moves forward in perfect

harmony in POINT-LOCK step, taking their cue from Ramirez, the

pointman. Schaefer, highly focused and alert to every sound and

movement, follows Ramirez, as if organically connected.

EXT. JUNGLE HILLSIDE - DAY

Descending the steep mountain slope, the team encounters an even denser

growth of jungle, at times moving by instinct, as they are often

visually separated. At one point, Schaefer checks his COMPASS, flashing

some hand signals to Ramirez, indicating a new direction. Ramirez nods

and moves on, Schaefer signaling to the rest of the men.

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