EXT. DESOLATE BARREN LANDSCAPE - DAY

POV: Field Glasses.
Pte. Fodder RACING back down the hill towards the ditch.

  MUSTARD
  Fucking buckshee.

Mustard wrenches Dibdab’s rifle from him, aims Fodder in the cross-hairs and FIRES...

In the distance Fodder COLLAPSES to ground.

Mustard spins the rifle back and aims it at Dibdab’s face, the barrel a breath from his eyes. The rest of the Unit become uneasy at the threat.

  MUSTARD (Cont'd)
  Listen up. This is not some blank-firing
  training exercise, we are in a hot zone
  with a rendezvous to make. Since Major
  Nelson is dead I am the ranking officer,
  so if I tell you it's Christmas you put on
  a fucking red hat. UNDERSTAND?