David Kavarr
-Early Morning, Tiberium Woods-
It was a restless night.
Though Kavarr did not get very much shut-eye, even compared to his compatriots, his nanobots helped in that department as well. He awoke, somewhat rested, but still troubled. Evidently, being hunted down by an army with next to nothing on your person was not conducive to a mind at peace.
The patrols brought back solid information, to be rationally expanded upon by those more experienced in the Banished's ways. The cave immediately appealed to Kavarr, as the low security and possible high rewards would be appetizing to any opportunist such as himself.
Then, there was the apex, which was the best chance he had of getting his stuff and getting off this planet. If the scouts were correct, the aliens were packing up their stuff and mobilizing. This was bad news- even a fool could deduce that they were soon stranded... and nothing would be lost to the Banished if they decided to bomb the whole place into oblivion.
So, it was decided in his eyes. He was going to skip out on the processing center, because he only wanted to deal with raiding one compound in a day if he could help it, and he didn't care about the prospect of finding prisoners. They were faceless to him, and they would probably be spared either way.
The Spaniard stood and dusted off his pants. He then looked down at his bloodstained shirt and frowned. His wound was little more than a fraction of what it once was, but it had ruined his clothing. Pushing his misfortune aside for the moment, he presented himself to the group.
"If I may. ...It is not my business to push decisions on anyone... but I would not recommend heading east. Intel certainly loses its luster once you are placed on a limited timeframe, no? As for yours truly, I will be traveling east. I shall stop by this cave, see what I can find, and then we meet ahead of the apex... ¿Sí? ...Anyone who wishes to join me, may."
He smiled warmly, flourishing his hands in a presenting manner once again. He first looked to Lorens, then to JULIAN, and finally to Keyes, a smidge curious as to what his idea was on the matter. The only way the swordsman would change his plan was if it was necessary due to time constraints being a bigger issue than he'd imagined.