It seemed the majority of the group were fit and unharmed after their specific tasks had been completed. Herold had thought he and the Krieger Trooper had the most dangerous job, but he should have known the psyker would have come back in disarray. The Arbites had known her long enough (which still wasn't quite that long) to know she was a ticking time bomb, that somehow happened to explode and reassemble only to explode again. One day, there would be a daemon possession, and it would be the last time... 

He brushed those thoughts aside, and stood there as a statue as the others conversed. It still did not sit right with him that the others felt they could discuss this in such free terms. The commander had asked for questions, not [i]questioning[/i]. "This is not a discussion. We have our orders," he said, his voice a stark, deep baritone. The Adeptus Arbites had complete jurisdiction over the Imperial citizens of his sector, and his superiors had complete jurisdiction over he. It was the way of civilization. 

"My question is, do we go in separate groups or attack one section at a time?" Herold gripped the haft of his weapon slightly tighter, showing he was ready to set about the brutal work of taking their objective and killing anything that dared impede their path.