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The raid had been, for all intents and purposes, the perfect assault. Fourteen SOOC officers with some of the most advanced equipment and weapons that money could afford under Staff Sergeant Thabit Fatin Maroun had inserted in to the perimeter via a low-level drop-ship. They had rappelled down forty feet to the ground, breached one of the entrances, and they began storming the halls of the hostile facility. Thabit had looked at it as a perfectly staged play when they had come bursting in to a small atrium with guns blazing. The lights clicked off, the emergency shutters sealed the room up, and the squad had been left in the center with now idea what was going on until the darkness was lit up by gunfire from what seemed to be every direction. How he had survived was beyond the understanding of the tribal warrior but as he looked around he was starting to regret it.

Nym, little Nym Valentine had probably suffered the worst out of any of them. Thabit could remember when the tiny young woman had first come on to his squad with fire in her eyes and determination that reminded him a little of himself when he had first joined...but it seemed like she was always too determined to make everybody happy. Thabit knew that she would probably have a hard time surviving the horrors she would most likely encounter with Sol's thugs. She was young and pretty, that was strike one against her.

Lance Corporal Taleth Cicero was another story: he was probably already planning his speech for the press after he dramatically broke the prisoners out and killed Sol. The man was a psycotic, attention-hungry, and seriously messed up individual who still perplexed Thabit as to how he had managed to stay as a SOOC field operative all this time without getting forced in to a desk job, or just out of the law enforcement field all together given his previous behavior. However, as a plus side it seemed that Taleth probably had a greater chance of fighting off the interrogation techniques of the criminals. He probably knew that the real questioning wasn't just your captors politely asking for your identification number, your name, and rank before giving you regular meals, plenty of sleep, and leaving you alone for a while before setting you free for a bribe from the police. However, he had an attitude and record that practically labeled him as a traitor from the get-go...so he worried about what Nym would think if she deduced betrayal.