You're arguing a lot more than you used to, Sergeant. Do these epaulets mean nothing to you?
They mean you outrank me. You still don't get shot at enough.
So there is a bomb the size of the whole world sitting on an annie-plant and we need to disarm it.
And if we screw up, everybody dies.
We'll take full loadouts of no-heat goober, DT stunners, cold-flash-bangs, and gas grenades, plus stun batons for up-close-and-personal work.
But for that unexpected clump of stun-proof, shielded bogeys who plan to kill us before we can get close to our target we will be bringing the heavy stuff.