What’s that horrible smell? That would be RANGE-VIPER 148, a disgusting excuse for a human being if there ever was one. This dropout from the United States Marine Corps and petty criminal has mastered the art of survival from his younger days of his storied past in the woods of south Georgia and northern Florida. The acrid smell of old beer, rancid food, dried urine and long since smoked cigarettes constantly swarms around his thin pale unshaven body. He is normally excused for a homeless man. His personality is a lot like his appearance: foul. If he wasn’t so good at his one and only redeeming quality of surviving in almost any environment, be it urban or the deepest darkest forest, much of the Cobra leadership would have ended the life of this maggot on legs.