Marlowe (Narrating): Welcome to the 222nd Army Battalion, the B-Company, where the Army racks up all the misfits and trouble makers deemed expendable by the army. They call it Bad-Company, a mismatched bunch of rejects placed to serve our country as cannon fodder. My name is Preston Marlowe. They could have thrown me in jail for what I did. But instead, they transferred me here. This is my story. Marlowe steps out of the helicopter and walks towards Redford. Marlowe: Private Preston Marlowe reporting for duty, sir! Redford: You sure you're in the right place? Redford: This one's Haggard