Two hours following the events of "Battlefield: Bad Company":

Driving down the road into an unknown future, the members of Bad Company; Redford, Haggard, Sweetwater, and the newest, recently valued and respected, Preston Marlowe. Still dressed in their military garb, they ran out of ideas about what they were going to do with the hundreds of pounds of gold in the back of their truck.

And for once, Marlowe was the subject of curiosity.

"You know, you never really said why you ended up in Bad Company," Redford said to Marlowe.

Hearing this, Haggard and Sweetwater stopped their incessant bickering.

"If it will get the two bozos back there to shut up, I suppose can tell a quick story," Marlowe said in amusement.

Marlowe took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. "My story is typical to any military family. My entire family has been in the military. It was an assumption that I would continue the line of duty. I went through training, perfecting every kind of weapon and fighting technique. Hand-to-hand combat, knife fighting, that kind of thing. Anyway, I received the highest marks in my training."

Marlowe's voice turned bitter as he continued his tale. "Once I got through training, some bullshit happened and I ended up sentenced to a desk."

"Shit break," Redford commented.

Marlowe laughed. "Believe it or not, I actually envied you guys. Sure, we're basically here to be used as target practice for the enemy, but at least Bad Company gets in on the action."

Haggard and Redford chuckled at the irony of the situation.

"You have a weird obsession with war," Sweetwater said with a laugh. "I think you should get yourself psychiatrically evaluated for that."

"Anyway," Marlowe continued loudly, discouraging further comments. "I got bored one day and decided that I wanted to fly a Blackhawk. Not too hard, actually. It wasn't a whole lot different than the ones that I watched my dad fly as a kid."

This time it is Haggard that interrupted. "Booooring. You stole something and didn't destroy anything? Maybe you don't belong in Bad Company."

Amused, Marlowe looked in the rear view mirror at his companion. "You wanna hear the fun part of the story, Haggard?"

"Oh, very much so."

Marlowe continued. "I flew it just fine. But when I landed, I… kinda missed the pad and hit a…" Marlowe cleared his throat. "A General's limousine."

There was a short silence before everyone in the truck started to laugh.

Little did they know, it could be the last laugh they ever have.