But you, you get off with being put on charge and extra fatigues. The Colonel must really like you, my friend. Either that or you're here for another reason.

That must be it. It must be quite a good reason otherwise you and your big mouth would never have ended up here. SPADS is an elite unit, Tanner. The best of the best.

As for you, you just have to look at yourself! You really think you look like an elite fighting machine? More like an asthmatic Californian taking his mud-bath to keep his face lift from falling off.

Have you had enough yet Tanner? You must be dying to have a go at me, aren't you? I can't wait for you to try it, but you won't, will you? You haven't got the guts, have you?

You're just playing at being a soldier, Tanner. Your'e nothing, a bug to stamp on…

LIKE THIS!

I want to see you in my office in one hour, Tanner. And I expect your kit to be washed and pressed, your weapon cleaned and your boots gleaming.