Rambo had placed almost all of the claymores.
He had choose the hole where he was going to open fire against the VCs and was sure about what the VCs were going to do next... Or sure enough to bet his life on it.
Rambo swiftly moved to another place to set up another claymore – Bullets whistled over his head while doing so, and yet the VCs hadn't seen him yet.
He suddenly crouched again and placed another claymore, splattering it with blood.
His arm never stopped bleeding.
The next is the last – he thought.
Now I only have to decide how much C4 to add to them.
Yes.
Rambo changed position one last time, and this time he put the wires inside some C4 instead of a claymore.
Three blocks.
Three fucking powerful blocks.
And yet it might not be enough – he thought.
Three of them might not be enough.
On the other hand, using more than three was suicide.
Rambo looked around, his chest shaken by out of breath breathing and his arm that never stopped bleeding, while connecting the electric wires to the C4.
Use all of that damn C4 – said a voice inside his head.
But it was too much... Too much for real.
You must be sure to kill 'em all, John.
Rambo then desperately raised his gaze at the sky.
Ortega has a family waiting for him at home. All of them over there have one
You are the only one with no one back in the world.
Their lives are more valuable than yours.
Rambo then put down the other two blocks of C4 he had, and connected them too.
Had he died that day, he would have died for a good reason.
Or at least that's what he thought that day, while placing on the ground so much C4 to blow himself away.