"I don't know, mate. Those things we fucked up on the beach seemed like grunts, to me. Bottom of the food chain. If they have a commander...They probably sent in stronger wankers." He sighed. "Those things they did, on the TV...It just..." He slammed his fist into a wall. "GODDAMNIT! It just isn't right. They're going to pay for this. All of them." He breathed slowly. "All of them." He continued walking to the VTOL plane, passion in each step.