(shaken)
Bullshit.  You ain't afraid
of no man.

Billy looks deep into his eyes, chilling Ramirez to the
bone, looking at his with eyes which have seen on an
instinctual level what the others have so far only begun
to sense.

BILLY
There's something out there,
waiting for us...it ain't
no man.

Billy turns away, moving a short distance away, taking
up his position.  Dillon looks after him and then into
the blackness of the jungle canopy.  Dillon speaks to
Ramirez.

DILLON
He's losing his cool.  There's
nothing out there but a couple
of men that we're going to
have to take down.

Despite his words, there is an edge of doubt in his
voice.  Schaefer returns.  He's overheard this exchange.
He's holding the group of DOG TAGS taken from Davis' men.
He holds them up for Dillon to see.

SCHAEFER
You still don't get it, do
you Dillon?  He took Davis...
and now he wants us.

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110     INT. HUNTER'S SHIP - NIGHT                           110

CLOSE ON an oval CHAMBER made of an otherworldly looking
metal with a strange copperlike patina, its interior
bathed in INTENSE BLUE LIGHT.  In the chamber is
Hawkins' SKULL CAP and SPINAL COLUMN still attached.

The light field suddenly changes as all connective
tissue, flesh and blood and drawn away from the bony
structures with incredible force, disintegrating as they
rush toward the sides of the chamber.

The light changes in frequency to a dull glow as the
Hunter's hands remove the GLAZED, POLISHED trophy from
the chamber.  He turns, carefully placing it upon a
GLOWING SURFACE.  He touches the trophy gently, feeling
its texture, as a man might touch the hide of a big cat.
He pulls his hand away and instantly an opaque FORCE
FIELD covers the trophies.

111     EXT. MAC - NIGHT (LATER)                             111

Hunched down in a foxhole, the Mini-gun on a tripod
before him.  It's nearly a FULL MOON, the jungle a
montage of SHADOWS AND REFLECTIONS.  Mac stares into
the night, his eyes always moving.

MAC
(distant;
whispering)
It's the same kinda jungle,
Bro, same moon...
everything...
(pause)
...a real number ten night.
Remember Bro?  Only you and
me, the only one's out of the
whole fuckin' platoon who made
it out.

His eyes probe the darkness, remembering.

MAC
...we walked out on top of
'em.  Not a scratch, not a
fuckin' scratch.
(spits into
the night)
No fuckin' chili-choker got
to you, Bro...you were just
too good...

He ponders this a moment.

(CONTINUED)

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MAC
...I promise you this, Bro...
whoever he is, I hope he's
plannin' to hit us again...
(pauses;
spits)
...'cause he's got my name
on 'em.

112     INT. HUNTER'S SHIP - NIGHT                           112

A FORCE FIELD that permeates the jungle, becoming one
with the trees and foliage.  The Hunter walks down a
CORRIDOR of SOLID LIGHT, leading to an opening to the
jungle.  As the Hunter reaches the doorway he changes
from visible to invisible, moving on into the night.

113     EXT. ENCAMPMENT - NIGHT                              113

The mist has thickened, the night alive with a million
JUNGLE SOUNDS.  The team members sleep uneasily, if at
all.

Mac, although weary, stares hard into the night,
waiting, each small sound a potential enemy.  A LULL
spreads over the jungle, animals and insects QUIETING.
Mac tightens his grip on the Mini-gun.

Billy awakens, peering into the night.  Nothing.

Suddenly, a metallic CLICK, a POP, the SOUND of a
warning flare rocketing into the canopy.  A moment later
a brilliant FLASH as the flare burns, illuminating the
camp.

An echoing eerie SCREAM fills the night as a DARK SHAPE
in the mist rockets through the undergrowth towards Mac.

Mac spins, hauling the heavy gun around, just as
something crashes into his upper body, driving the huge
man into the foxhole.

A desperate battle for life ensues, illuminated with
the strobing light of the descending flare.  Mac's
enraged SHOUTS and ROARS mingled with horrific SCREAMS
fill the night.

Mac's razor-edged KNIFE slashes in the light; BLOOD
spatters his face as he attacks fiercely.

(CONTINUED)

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Schaefer and Ramirez rush at a crouching run towards
the foxhole, their weapons ready.

A tremendous climatic SCREAM from the foxhole AND THEN,
SILENCE.  Schaefer and Ramirez approach, cautiously.
Mac stands, his face and clothes drenched in blood,
some of it his, his breath coming in rapid gasps.  He
looks at Schaefer, whispering hoarsely.

MAC
Got the motherfucker...

As the flare breaks through the canopy, dying out in
great flickering bursts, the man stare down into the
foxhole.  A huge, jungle BOAR lies mutilated in a pool
of blood, still quivering in the final throes of death.
The flare dies out.

Mac, shaking from adrenalin, breathing heavily, looks
down at the dying animal.

MAC
(incredulous)
A pig...just a fucking pig...

Schaefer shines his TEKNA-LIGHT onto the boar, playing
the light along its massive hulk, its razor edges tusks
gleaming in the light.  Ramirez appears by his side,
looking down at the huge carcass.

RAMIREZ
Holy shit, Mac.

Nearby, unnoticed by the men, Anna stoops, her hands
still bound, picking up an MP-5 from the ground.  She
turns, looking for an avenue of escape, running for
the jungle.

But the forest looks foreboding and sinister.  She
stops, staring at the jungle, the moonlight reflected
off leaves like a thousand eyes.  For a brief second
she imagines she can see the Hunter's eyes, crashing
towards her, the shifting patterns of light and dark
making the jungle seem to strobe, like it is about to
rush in at her.  She freezes, paralyzed by fear, by her
memories of the attack.

She drops the MP-5 to the ground.

Back at the foxhole, Schaefer and Ramirez help the
still shaken Mac from the hole.  Schaefer looks at
Mac, at the huge gash across his chest.

(CONTINUED)

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SCHAEFER
Get a field dressing on that
right away.

Suddenly he remembers, Anna.

SCHAEFER
Where's the girl?

They all turn, ready to move and then stop.  Coming
forth from the shadows Anna appears, still frightened,
seeking the security of the soldiers.

From the darkness nearby, Billy's VOICE in a hoarse
WHISPER.

BILLY
(o.s.; urgently)
Major, over here.

Schaefer turns, apprehensive, something in Billy's
voice...

He walks over to Billy, standing with a FLASHLIGHT
pointing to the ground.  They see Blain's BODY BAG
slashed open, covered in blood.  Ramirez appears.

BILLY
The body...it's gone.

RAMIREZ
Came in through the trip
wires, took it right out from
under our noses...

Anna appears between Schaefer and Ramirez, staring down
at the empty, blood-soaked body bag.  She looks up, into
Schaefer's eyes.

114     EXT. ENCAMPMENT - DAY (PRE-DAWN)                      114

A patchy GROUND FOG covers the area.  Anna, in her
foxhole, awakens, LISTENING to the rising SOUNDS of
the jungle.  MONKEYS begin to forage, their noisy
CHATTERING and SCREECHING filling the air.

A BIRD flutters back to its nest; a CHAMELEON emerges
onto a leaf, directly above Anna's head.

(CONTINUED)

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Anna carefully extends her arm, allowing the lizard
to crawl onto her, watching, fascinated as it changes
colors.  She carefully places the chameleon back on the
leaf, which changes color again, becoming nearly
invisible.

Near the empty PONCHO, Schaefer, Billy and Ramirez
are examining the ground and the trip wire to the
flare.  Billy stands, turns to Schaefer.

BILLY
Boar set off the trip flare,
Major.  No other tracks.

Schaefer kneels and examines the thin, well hidden
WIRE.  He stands, looking around the camp.

RAMIREZ
How could anyone get through
this, carry Blain out, right                       *
under our noses without leavin'                    *
a trace?

SCHAEFER
He knows our defenses.                             *
*
RAMIREZ
Why didn't he try to kill one
of us last night?

Schaefer looks at him.

SCHAEFER
He came back for the body.
(pause)
He's killing us, one at a
time...

Schaefer turns and looks at Billy, asking with his
eyes for a viable explanation.

BILLY
Like a Hunter.                                     *

Schaefer stares at him, the words sinking in.  He           *
looks up, reconstructing in his mind the possible           *
events of last night, his eyes following the tree line,     *
tracing the path of the intruder as he might have           *
travelled through the trees and down to the ground.         *
He looks up at Billy.

SCHAEFER
He uses the trees.                                 *

(CONTINUED)

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Billy and Ramirez stare up at the trees, a wave of fear     *
passing through them...from the trees.  Schaefer turns,     *
moving to where Dillon is guarding Anna, sitting on the
ground.  Reaching down, Schaefer pulls her firmly to her
feet, looking at her intensely.

SCHAEFER
Yesterday.  What did you see?

She stares back at him.

DILLON
You're wastin' your time.

SCHAEFER
No more games.

She looks at him a long moment, and then answers in
English.

ANNA
I don't know what it was.
It...

Dillon does a double take.  Schaefer continues to look      *
at Anna.  He wasn't surprised:  he knew it yesterday.       *

SCHAEFER
Go on.

ANNA
It changes colors, like the
chameleon.  It uses the jungle...

DILLON
(derisively)
Shit, you trying to tell me
Blain and Hawkins were killed
by a fucking lizard?  Don't
listen to her.  Its's a psych-job.
Two, maybe three of them, that's                   *
all.  We keep our cool, out-think                  *
them 'til we're across the                         *
border...                                          *

Ignoring him, Schaefer takes her hands, drawing his
COMMANDO KNIFE, looking squarely into her eyes.

SCHAEFER
What's you name?

She looks back into his eyes.

(CONTINUED)

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