colonel garret kindly showed us the file on you, marco, you're the shit: special forces. rangers. delta.
and he wasn't there, so, what -- you thought it'd be okay to break in and wait for him? marco carefully, respectfully stacks the photographs of melvin and turns them over. exchanges a glance with the female agent.
yeah, well, that's your opinion, but judging from your file here, apparently you don't know your shit from your oatmeal, my friend -- marco snaps, spins out of his chair and lunges at jonas -- lt. col. howard and the other agents step between the two men -- pull them apart --
go ahead, nutball. try it. marco punches the agent so hard it knocks him down to the floor between the other two.
-- he hit me! fuck!