The PBR is gliding up the river. Chef is sitting in the back of the boat, writing a letter. As he reads to himself outloud as he writes. "Dear Eva. Today was really a new one. Almost got eaten by a tiger. Really un-believable, you know? We're taking this guy, Captain Uno, up river, but he hasn't told us yet where we're taking him..."

Clean is playing a portable radio. Nigel is seated looking through the dossier, documents from the TND. A song finishes on the Radio and the host speaks. "Good morning, Vietnam. I'm Teen Specialist Zack Johnson on TNDR It's about eighty-two degrees in downtown Saigon right now, also very humid..." Clean is standing on the front of the boat. "...and we have an important message for all Agents who are living offbase from the Kid mayor of Saigon. He's like you to hand the laundry up indoors, instead of the windowsills. The mayor wants you to keep Saigon beautiful. And now, here's another blast from the past going out to Big Sam, who's all alone out there with the First Battalion, 35th Infantry, and dedicated by the Fire Team and their groovy C.O. The Rolling Stones, "Satisfaction."" The music comes on, Clean starts dancing, keeping time to "Satisfaction." The others cheer him.

"Work out, Clean! Get down, bubba!"

Nigel turns to see that Lance is water skiing off the back of the boat. Chef is at the helm and sees this as well. "Hang on, Lance!" The boat passes a Vietnamese fishing boat, capsizing it in its wake.

Nigel has found himself in a corner in the boat. He looks to the front where Clean is moving and dancing to the music and to the rear where Lance is water-skiing before looking down to his dossier, with its odd assortment of photographs, reports, and letters. ""Commitment and Counterinsurgency" by Rachel Mackenzie. "As long as our officers and troops perform operations of duty limited to one year, they will remain dilettantes in war, and tourists in Vietnam. As long as cold beer, hot food, rock 'n' roll, and all the other amenities remain expected norm, our conduct of the war will only gain impotence. We need fewer men, and better. If they were committed, this war could be won with a fourth of our present force.""

The Chief is at the helm. He takes off his sunglasses and looks straight ahead. Two PBR's coming straight at them. The lead PBR is headed on a collision course. Clean looks forward. "Shit. Chicken time."

Lance also looks forward. "Who is that? What's going on?"

All are looking forward. The Chief grabs the loud-hailer. "Is that you, Lazzaro?"

Chef shouts to the Chief. "Don't chicken out."

The lead PBR keeps coming on in a game of "chicken," the rock music blaring from its speakers. Then it swerves at the last possible moment and fishtails past. One of its Crewmen moons the crew. Lance, Chef, and Clean shout back and give them the finger.

The other PBR fishtails past also, causing a lot of turbulence in the water. The crew gives the boys the finger, then one of them throws a smoke bomb. It lands on the canopy. The smoke bomb spews out its yellow smoke, and suddenly the canopy catches on fire. "Fire on the canopy!" The Chief shouts.

Chef grabs a fire extinguisher and tries to snuff the fire out. "I got it! Get out of there!"

Chief keeps roaring down the river as the others continue to fight the fire. Finally they get it out. Nigel stands there dumbfounded.

The PBR continues down the river. Lance gives a handful of palm leaves to Chef, who is sitting up on top of the canvas roof, trying to patch up the hole that was caused by the fire. Clean has a pair of drumsticks and is beating out a drum rhythm, really getting into it. Nigel studies the dossier; some photos and Vietnamese I.D. cards. "Late summer, autumn 2013. Rachel's patrol into the highlands is coming under frequent bush. The camp started falling apart. November. Rachel orders assassinations of three Vietnamese men and one woman. Two of the men were colonels in the AND. Enemy activity in his old sector dropped off to nothing. Guess he must have hit the right four people."

Nigel thinks and can hear the echoes of what the General and the Colonel said in his briefing. "He joined the Special Forces, and after that he..."

"The TND tried one last time to bring her back into the fold. And if she'd pulled over, it would have been forgotten."

"...unsound."

"But she kept going. And she kept winning it her way."

"...with this Montagnard army of hers."

"And then they called me in."

"...like a god, and follow every order, however ridiculous."

"They lost her. She was gone. Nothing but rumors and random intelligence, mostly from captured Adults. The Adults knew her name by now, and they were scared of her. She and her men were playing hit and run all the way into Cambodia."

Clean's drum rhythm is annoying Nigel. He puts a map back into his dossier, rises, and looks at Clean, pissed, then looks to the Chief. The Chief looks at Clean. "Clean." Clean stops drumming and moves away.

Nigel moves closer to the Chief. "How long has that kid been on this boat?"

"Seven months."

"He's really specializing in busting my balls."

"Very possibly, Captain, he thinks the same of you."

"Oh, yeah? What do you think, Chief?" Clean gives Nigel the finger behind his back.

The Chief looks at Nigel angrily. "I don't think. My orders say I'm not supposed to know where I'm taking this boat, so I don't. But one look at you and I know it's gonna be hot, wherever it is."

Nigel comes into the cabin, looks at the Chief. "We're going up river, about seventy-five clicks past the Do Lung bridge."

The Chief thinks for a second. "That's Cambodia, Captain."

"That's classified. We're not supposed to be in Cambodia, but that's where I'm going. You just get me close to my destination, and I'll cut you loose."

"All right, Captain."