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"We wait." Thabit replied simply "We wait and we plan."

Well, the others would plan, but Thabit would stay out of it. He had been promised that the survivors of his tribe would be waiting for him once Sol had decided he was imprisoned long enough. After that Thabit would have to force the thoughts of his squad to the back of his mind, but damn it all if that wasn't one of the hardest things he had ever thought of doing right now. He had fought and bled to get on to this force, pushing the thoughts of his butchered tribe to the back of his mind as an unchangeable evil, and he had instead set his sights on to the prospect of joining the SOOC so that he could make sure to reign in crime like what had destroyed his life before the team. He had risen up through the ranks, seeing faces come and go from the same old squad, and soon he found himself with the rank markings of a Sergeant on his uniform with fresh-face recruits all looking to him for guidance.

The first thing he did?

Lead them in to an ambush. It would be understandable that it would be hard for him to turn his back on these people fully, but when he had discovered that his people were still alive the tribal warrior couldn't have thought "logically" about anything as he heard that. However, Sol had made a mistake by giving Thabit time to think...what would his people say when they found out what he had done? He wouldn't lie to them, he couldn't lie to people he had been born along side before the raid that had ruined his life. Thabit knew deep inside that they wouldn't approve, as far as they would be concerned all he had done was betray family for family: like killing your sister for your brother. He didn't want to believe that though, he wanted to believe that they would approve of what he had done. They could be convinced, right?

Not likely.

"Right now we need to take stock, rest up, find out their routine, and act on that." Just because Thabit wouldn't actively help with the plan didn't mean he wouldn't provide guidance.