EXTERIOR. COUNTRYSIDE. DAWN.

There is map extended on the grass. Champiñongo kneels over it, tracing a route.

CHAMPIÑONGO (thinks): THE LETTER GIVES CLEAR DIRECTIONS… A SUPPLY RUN IN LAST HOPE… CROSS THE CANYON AT THE NARROWING… GO TO DICK AND WHISTLE MEMORIAL… REACH THE CENTER OF GROUND ZERO AND OPEN THE CYLINDER.

Champiñongo stands, removes his jacket, pulls straps from the briefcase turning it into a backpack, and gets ready to depart.

CHAMPIÑONGO (thinks): HOW THE FUCK WILL I GO DOWN THE CRATER?… I’LL THINK OF SOMETHING.