The sound of twigs snapping gets everybody's back up, and they take aim at somebody approaching over a low hill. After a few tense moments, the person clears the berm waving a big piece of cloth. It's a flag. It's Captain America, blundering through an enemy encampment, waving colors. "Republican Guard insignia," he booms in his dorky dumb voice. "Special Saddam division." Christopher quietly asks if he should shoot him, but Brad tells him not to waste the bullet. He gets that melty helpless look again; so does Doc Bryan. Maybe it's catching. Maybe that's just what Captain America does.
Later on, everybody's back in the MOPP suits, rolling, as Nate tells the Platoon that the report they got of an enemy gas attack was "again" in error. Heh. "All Hitman teams return to MOPP-2 posture. Over." They all start to strip off their MOPP suits, again. Back behind, Espera's leading his team in a rousing rendition of that Dynamite Hack cover of "Boyz In Tha Hood" that was in Office Space. "This is plain undignified," Brad complains about the stupid suits, and Ray holds up one glove. "Hello, everyone. I'm Michael Jackson," he says, in a creepy high voice. Evan, who has sort of had it with the MOPP suits already, notifies the team that this is "fucking miserable," and Ray points out that, on the upside, "we get to invade a whole fucking country." Brad wishes aloud that Saddam would gas them, just to make the MOPP suit bullshit worthwhile. Evan stupidly notes that evidence of biological weaponry would justify, ya know, the invasion, too. You're talking to the five guys on this planet who actually don't have to ask that or pretend that they're entitled to governmental transparency or any of the rest of the soft NPR complaints that make no difference in reality beyond making us feel good about our own ability to be indignant. You know who literally does not require iota one of justification for military action? The military. You're soaking in it.
"Oh, there's no doubt Saddam's got chemicals," Ray says. "It's just you liberal dicksucks who try to pick everything apart." Evan's face suggests that between the sudden rancor, the heat, the dead bodies of little girls, and the irritating MOPP suit issues, he would maybe like to go home a bit early from summer camp. Brad spots and sights something with his monster BFG. I don't know the word for it, I guess it's a grenade launcher or something, but it's huge and kind of gorgeous. "Foot-mobiles, two o'clock." Evan tries to understand what's going on behind them: apparently Bravo Three is taking fire from a gas station they passed. Brad tells Ray to slow down, while he figures out what he's looking at. "Is that an RPG tube? Hitman Two, this is Two One. We got two foot-mobiles on our two o'clock, 900 meters out, in black. They appear to be carrying an RPG tube. How copy?" Evan gets into a huge fight with his MOPP suit but eventually he is victorious.