Mist swells up around the river as the boat moves into an obscure Fog. Nigel is up front on the bow, trying to see what's ahead. The Chief is at the helm. "Can't see nothing. We're stopping."

Nigel jumps up and moves to the Chief."You're not authorized to stop this boat, Chief."

"I said I can't see a thing, Captain! I'm stopping this boat! I ain't risking no more lives!"

"I'm in command here, damnit. You'll do what I say!"

The Chief realises that Nigel is in command and shouts for Chef. "You see anything, Chef?"

Chef is at the back of the boat behind the 50. He searches the banks. "Why don't they attack, man?

Lance has his head back and is wailing eerily.

All of the boys on the PBR are at their guns searching the shoreline. "She was close. She was real close. I couldn't see her yet, but I could feel her, as if the boat were being sucked up river and the water was flowing back into the jungle. Whatever was going to happen, it wasn't going to be the way they called it back in Nah Trang." Suddenly the air is filled with arrows, an avalanche of arrows in the sky. They come down clattering on the deck. Chef opens fire. Arrows everywhere, primitive spears flung expertly.

Lance is in the front turret, arrows whiz around him. He turns, smiles, picks one up, looks at it, breaks it in half. He quits firing and makes an arrow-through-the-head gag.

Chef is frightened, but almost heroic, firing his weapon and shouting obscenities at the weird, dancing heathens attacking him. Arrows fall harmlessly around him.

Thousands of arrows in the sky come clattering down on the deck by the Chief.

Nigel is amazed but immediately he knows they're harmless, done more to frighten than to injure. But still, he's never seen anything like this in all his time in Vietnam, or for the TND and he knows in his gut that it is still another message from Rachel. He moves to Chef, tries to make him stop firing. "Chef! Chef, it's okay! Quit firing! They're just little arrows. Cut it out! Quiet!" He turns to the Chief. "Chief, tell them to hold their fire! They're just little sticks! They're trying to scare us!"

The Chief picks up his M16 and turns to Nigel wildly. "You got us in this mess, and now you can't get us out, because you don't know where the hell you're going, do you?" No Answer "Do you? You son of a bitch! You bastard!" The Chief leaves the wheel of the PBR and steps up on the deck with his M16.

Nigel looks at the unattended wheel then calls for Lance. "Lance, get the wheel!"

Lance moves to take over the wheel, as Chief starts firing his M16 madly. "You savages! Come and get it, you son of a bitches!" He drops the M16, moves to the M60 machine gun and starts firing madly again. Suddenly the Chief stops short, puzzled, a small droplet of blood lines his mouth. He looks down. The head of a spear has gone through his chest. He looks up at Nigel. "A spear?" He remains looking directly into Nigel's eyes, then starts to fall. Nigel catches him, and is pulled down to the deck by the weight of the Chief's body. The Chief looks up at him and suddenly reaches his hands for Nigel's throat, trying to pull Nigel down on top of the spearhead, trying to skewer him, and pull him along with him to death. They struggle, then suddenly the Chief dies.

The Boat is stopped on the side of the River. Lance is in the river cleaning the Chief's body of the blood. Nigel has jumped off the boat with all of his gear. Chef looks down at him. Nigel knows what Chef wants to know and finally decides to tell him. "My mission is to make it up to Cambodia. There's a Green Beret Colonel up there who's gone insane, and I'm supposed to kill her."

"That's typical! Shit! Typical Vietnam mission! I'm short and we gotta go up there so you can kill one of our own guys? That's great! That's just great, man! Shit! That's crazy! I thought you were going to blow up a bridge, or some railroad tracks, or something!"

Nigel and Chef watch Lance, as he tries to bury the Chief's body in the water. Nigel turns to leave. "That's all right."

"No, wait. We'll go together. On the boat. We'll go with you. We'll go out there. But on the boat, okay?" Lance gently floats the Chief off downstream. The Chief's body slowly disappears into the river.