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The Savage Forces of General Warhawk threaten the peace-loving people of the world.

There's only one man to call, Get Me Rambo.

From the canyons of skyscrapers to the canyons of remote mountain peaks, Liberty's champion

is unstoppable.

Rambo, helped by the mechanical genius known as Turbo and the master of disguises named

Cat, the honor-bound protector of the innocent, Rambo, the force of freedom.

These pictures were taken just yesterday by our agent in Chicago.

Looks like the Windy City is about to get a hurricane.

Why is he there, Colonel?

We can't get close enough to him to find that out.

Our agent followed one of General Warhawk's men into this riverfront bar.

Stupid machine.

Sir, we get the job or not, General Warhawk is considering your offer to work for him.

Hey, when it comes to busted heads, we're the best.

Rambo, here's your chance to prove it.

Get rid of him and you've got the job.

No problem.

Excuse me.

Where do you think you're going?

Out that door.

Not a chance.

Enough.

working for General Warhawk's like, then forget it.

Because of tomorrow's arrival of the annual currency shipment to Chicago's Federal Reserve

Bank, security has been beefed up.

Federal Reserve money.

So that's what General Warhawk's after.

General Warhawk would have to be crazy to attack this money shipment.

We're wasting our time and personnel.

We'll see.

Mobile Leader.

This is Base Command calling Mobile Leader.

Over.

This is Mobile Leader.

Have your backup troops arrived yet?

They're about a half mile away, sir.

Trautman's sure going to be surprised when he finds out we're his backup troops.

The backup unit shouldn't be late.

I'm going to check it out.

Swing the gun around, get Rambo.

They're firing on Rambo.

Go to plan blue.

You incompetent.

The convoy's getting away.

Don't sit there, you fools.

Go after them.

Don't let them get away.

Don't let them get away.

Don't let them get away.

Don't let them get away.

Let's get out of here.

We've done our job.

General Warhawk may be pleased.

His plan has worked.

Why would General Warhawk make it so easy?

That's the Federal Reserve Bank.

Must have been a diversion to keep us away from the plates.

This could take hours.

We don't have hours.

I'll blast it open.

Are you sure we don't want to take any of the money, sir?

Why bother?

With these plates, we can print all we want.

Get back.

Quick, into the service tunnel.

, Too late, Rump.

Rambo, you OK?

Where'd they go?

That way.

Well done, Havoc.

Savage has just become the richest organization in the world.

With these plates, we can print billions.

Check the maps.

See if you can find a likely place for Warhawk's base.

What are these tunnels for, anyway?

A hundred years ago, they were built to carry coal and ice to the office buildings.

But natural gas and refrigeration were discovered before they were finished.

There's hundreds of them.

None were ever used.

General Warhawk could be anywhere.

Watch out!

Hang on.

Jump!

Whoa!

Relax, old buddy.

Thanks.

River rats.

Something's frightening them.

General Warhawk's base must be that way.

Looks like we found what we're looking for.

I'll handle this.

Excuse me, fellas.

You know where I can catch the number seven train?

I've been wandering around here for hours.

Got those plates loaded.

Let's get out of here.

In a hurry, General?

Rambles!

Now, don't shoot!

The concussion could bring this place down on us!

Move out!

, I'll never get out of there.

Let's go!

Take it easy.

There's room to clear the train.

Take care of things here.

I'm going after Warhawk.

Run for it!

Run for it!

Looks like Rambo made it, General.

Get rid of him.

Get us to my steel mill.

Yes, sir.

I'm going to draw his fire away from these buildings

before somebody gets hurt.

Come on, Havoc, come on!

, Get me!, Blast that hog!, I'm going to blow him up!, I'm going to blow him up!, I'm

going to blow him up!, I'm going to blow him up!, I'm going to blow him up!, I'm going

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Gordon!

Oh, hurry!

I have a boat to catch!

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Hey, we don't want no trouble.

We ain't working for that general, dude.

Good choice.

I need a bike.

Take my hog, the Red Roadster.

Thanks.

I'll bring it back later.

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Rush hour.

Sooner or later, you gotta land.

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Too much traffic.

Gotta get up on those train tracks.

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Warhawk's heading for that steel mill.

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No!

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Perfect!

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Be careful with those, or you'll crack the plates.

Those aren't the plates, fool.

They're being wrapped in asbestos,

packed in a heat-protective case,

then hidden in the steel.

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We are the only ones who know

which of the bars contains the plates.

And no one would ever think to look inside steel bars.

We'll have no trouble smuggling them

out of the country this way.

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Gotta figure out what they're doing in this steel mill.

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I don't believe it.

Rambo!

Believe it!

Get us out of here, you fool!

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I got a present for you, General.

Here's some steel you've forgotten.

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Don't you ever quit, Rambo!

When you're fighting evil,

you never, ever give up!

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Hurry, Griffo!

We're sinking!

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Forget the plates!

Let's get out of here!

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Thanks, General.

You've saved me a lot of trouble.

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Now, let's get these plates back to the Federal Reserve Bank.

I'll feel a lot better when they're locked up.

Speaking of being locked up,

someday, it'll be General Warhawk's turn.

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