Somewhere in the jungles of Vietnam...He had been all through the jungle for days and days looking for the P.O.W.s that had been stranded at that Viet-Cong campsite. He arrived a mere hour ago to find not only the P.O.W.s, but every enemy soldier in the camp as well.
Even with all his years as a Green Beret in Vietnam, John Rambo had never seen anything quite so... grotesque in all his life. Men with their skin flayed, hanging from approximated meathooks as their blood dripped into one large pool underneath their collective bodies.
As he emptied out the camps supply of weapons - complete with guns, a Bowie knife or two, and an entire quiver of exploding arrows, he began to think. Nothing human could have done this... no animal either... one thing was certain - John Rambo would find out who...
Someone had to pay for this. Someone
would pay...
He would make certain of it!
Meanwhile...The alien entity known as the Predator watched from high in the trees as John Rambo began to stalk him.
This, he thought,
would be fun...
John J. Rambo versus The Predator
