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By dawn, Rambo had found the other prisoners. Six of them, chained in a pit. Their eyes had forgotten how to hope.

They made for the river. That was the plan. A radio, a pickup, and a flight to freedom. But the jungle had a different plan. The Russian advisor to the camp—a blond beast in a starched uniform—unleched the hounds. Not dogs. Men on dirt bikes with sidecars mounted with M60s. rambo.2

The dossier was thin, almost insulting. One grainy photo of a man with a hawk’s nose and dead eyes. One location: a monsoon-clogged valley in northern Thailand. One objective: confirm or deny. By dawn, Rambo had found the other prisoners