Predator Page #6

EXT. JUNGLE CLEARING - DAY

Blain, in a defensive position, sweeps the jungle slowly with his MP-5.

He steps back and turns, checking, revealing in the background the

WRECKAGE OF A U.S. ARMY UH-1H HELICOPTER, hanging upside down, twenty

feet above the ground, entangled in vines in the heavy capony, badly

damaged, rotors bent, its tail section blown away.

A GRAPPLING HOOK is hurled from the ground, CLATTERING into the cargo

hold, hooking the edge of the airframe.

INT. HELICOPTER - DAY

Ramirez moves cautiously, searching for trip wires, using his knife to

check the edges of the seats and door frames. Grimly he glances at the

TWO BODIES slumped over the controls and then exits, snapping into and

rappelling down the rope to the ground.

He joins Schaefer standing in the f.g. They look up, watching as Dillon

moves through the cockpit, searching through pockets and compartments.

Schaefer turns his back to the helicopter.

RAMIREZ:

The pilots have each got one round in the head. And whoever hit it

stripped the sh*t out of it.

Schaefer studies the clearing, eyes always moving, wary. He turns back,

looking at the chopper.

SCHAEFER:

Took 'em out with a heat seeker.

RAMIREZ:

There's something else, Major...

SCHAEFER:

Mmmnnn...?

RAMIREZ:

I don't think that was any ordinary army taxi...

Schaefer looks at him quizzically.

RAMIREZ:

... looks more like a surveillance bird to me.

Dillon rappels down the line and approaches.

DILLON:

Have you picked up their trail yet?

Schaefer taps Ramirez on the shoulder and he moves away. Schaefer turns

to Dillon:

SCHAEFER:

Billy's on it.

(indicates chopper)

Heat seeker. Pretty sophisticated for half-asses mountain boys.

DILLON:

They're getting better equipped every day.

Bill approaches from the background.

BILLY:

Major, looks like there were ten, maybe twelve guerrillas. Looks like

they took some prisoners from the chopper.

(points)

Then a different set of track, over there.

SCHAEFER:

(puzzled)

What do you mean?

BILLY:

Six others, U.S. issue jungle boots. They came in from the north, then

followed the guerrillas.

Schaefer turns to Dillon.

SCHAEFER:

Mean anything to you?

DILLON:

Probably another rebel patrol. They operate in here all the time.

Schaefer is obviously concerned about this. He turns to Billy.

SCHAEFER:

Get ahead, see what you can find.

(to Ramirez)

Slow and easy.

(to Dillon)

We don't want any accidents.

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