For weeks now he’d been in a red rage ever since the fiasco on Lake Champlain, but today he was grinning from ear to ear. In fact, he was ecstatic; for today he was going to get his revenge. Behind him came three cars and a jeep, a convoy of newly recruited brothers of chaos, each and every mother’s son of them a full blown psycho, more than willing to join in this little adventure of rape and pillage. After fleeing the ‘attack’ at Crown Point, One Arm and what remained of his crew, headed north. The next day the not so good ship Sadistic limped into Plattsburg, where One Arm and a bleeding, half blind Rambo quickly set up shop in a waterfront bar. The three surviving women soon brought in a brisk business and within a week they had found a new crew to take the place of the ones killed by the old farmer. One Arm and Rambo spent their nights drinking and planning their revenge. Now at last they were ready. Counting Pete the Prick and the kid, Straw Hair, twelve men now followed them.
