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GERBER'S A-TEAM WAS LOOKING TO BUY TIME. BUT CHARLIE OWNED THE CLOCK!

One morning there was nothing but hot, thick jungle and steaming swamp. And the Viet cong.

The next morning there were three hundred sweating, groaning men chopping and chain sawing a hole in that particular hunk of hell. And that's where Captain Mack Gerber and his Scorpion Squad were going to set up shop.

Right in the VC's backyard.

Gerber's orders were simple: Let the VC know they didn't own the delta anymore; let them know they were in a last-ditch fight; and make sure it was the last thing they'd ever know. But Victor Charlie had their own plans. A clock was ticking. Soon all hell would break loose and there wouldn't be enough survivors left to do a...
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