Beck comes back from wherever he was -- hunting Hawkins and the bomb down, maybe? -- and gets out of his Humvee. He looks around the square at the smoking face of Jennings & Rall. Doesn't look like too much damage was done to the stone exterior, but whoever parked out front is going to need a ride home. Beck glares at the sight. Inside his offices, a soldier trails Beck and says there's no sign of Jake Green or the Rangers and also no serious casualties from the raid on the farmhouse. "What about the rest of the town?" Beck asks. "Three dead, all civilians, another fourteen wounded, three of them are ours. We got twelve guys in lock up for various acts of arson and --" But Beck has gone into his office and slammed the door shut behind him. That poor abused soldier. Beck is always cutting him off. Beck sits on his desk, his helmet off. The music builds. Beck stares down at his helmet. Finally, he makes a face and hurls his helmet at the plate glass window that separates his office from the outer office, cracking it like a spider's web. The soldiers jump and look up, startled.