Blackness.
V.O.: My God, what have we done?
Then, gradually…
EXT. AIRFIELD
The rattle of crickets and cicadas shivers through the trees in the tropical night heat.
Somewhere, off in the darkness, the hum of a diesel generator.
Hushed voices in the distance, getting closer. A band of figures emerge out of the darkness, uniformed and carrying gear.
No talking, …
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