“You wanted to see me, sir?” – Haddock

[Enters Stowe's office] You wanted to see me, sir?

Sit. My unit was point for black ops in Afghanistan. Asset recovery, bag grabs, the dirty stuff. One night we came under fire. Not just a couple of insurgents with small arms, dozens of them all armed to the teeth. Someone had tipped them off. I called for air support, but it never came. President's troop reductions meant less support for soldiers still on the ground. Murphy and I were the only ones to make it out. The powers that be let seven good men, patriots, die for politics. That's why I only trust my people. [Plops a duffel bag on his desk] This was found beneath a floorboard under your bunk.

It's not mine.

You're an idiot, Haddock. I could have made you rich and you blew it, for what? 30 grand?

Sir, I swear... [Haddock stands up with Stowe gut punching him and then collapses back into his chair]

Did I tell you to stand? [Kicks Haddock in the chest with him reeling backwards onto floor and punches him in the face with him groaning and orders a subordinate] Lock him in the brig.