ISABELLE (to Royce): Hey, we need to rest.
ROYCE: So rest.
ISABELLE: You look like you could use it too. . . You got a name?
ROYCE: Look, I'm sorry, you want to play scout leader? Great. Now you want to follow me? Fine, but I'm not doing this. I'm better on my own.
ISABELLE: You want to see something fucked up?
Isabelle places a piece of metal and a leaf in water, it spins in circular motion non-stop.
ROYCE: Well between that and the sun, I'd say we have a real problem.
ISABELLE: What about the sun?
ROYCE: It hasn't moved since we got here.
ISABELLE: What do you think is really going on?
ROYCE: What do I think? (looking at the others) Spetsnaz, Alpha group. Mazetta Cartel enforcer, IUF death squad from Sierre Leone, Yakuza from the Maguwo kind, the FBI's most wanted, (looking at Edwin) . . . and him. They're all heavy hitters, he doesn't belong.
ISABELLE: Belong to what?
ROYCE: Well, I'd say we were chosen.
ISABELLE: What about you?
ROYCE: What about me?
ISABELLE: You know the jungle, all the players. I'm guessing ex-military, Black Ops. Probably a mercenary.
ROYCE: You got a problem with that?
ISABELLE: Not at the moment.
ROYCE: Good.
In the jungle they find an empty cage with a parachute draped over it. The take up defensive positions as Hanzo advances to uncover the cage. Debris and insects are all that remain.
ISABELLE: Something was dropped here . . . same as us.
MOMBASA: Not the same as us.
ISABELLE (to Royce): You said we were chosen. Chosen for what?
Royce doesn't answer. Stans looks up into the trees and notices something.
STANS: Oh shit.
They all look up into the trees and see more empty cages.
As they travel further, Mombasa trips on a ground vine and falls.
STANS: Looking good there, boss.
They stumble into a series of traps set by an unknown soldier. Isabelle falls into a pit with sharp spikes at the bottom, she's hanging onto a branch and is slipping. Royce races to her and pulls her out.
ISABELLE: Twelve o'clock. 110 meters.
ROYCE: Take him . . . Take him!
ISABELLE: I don't have to. . . Don't have to.
MOMBASA: We triggered a dead man's trap
EDWIN: It's two weeks . . . judging from the rate of decomposition.
NIKOLAI: He took up position here, shooting in all directions. This was a last stand.
Nikolai removes and ID pouch from the dead soldier.
NIKOLAI: United States Special Forces. This is strange . . .
STANS: What's he doing setting traps for us?
ROYCE: They weren't meant for us . . . he was hunting something else. Something a lot bigger.
EDWIN: Bigger?
ROYCE: The trunk was a dead fall. Rule of thumb with a dead fall is you set the weight five times that of the target animal. Whatever it was, it got through the trip wires and did this. . . . . Let's move.
They move on, but Mombasa pauses, staring in the trees, he senses something. We see Mombasa and Isabelle from a Predator's view.
ISABELLE: What is it, what do you see?
After a beat, he disregards it.
MOMBASA: Nothing.
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