Yousef stared out the window as the plane sped down the runway and took to the air.  He didn't speak and he didn't joke.  He just stared outward as he blindly field stripped his Scar and D.E.  No quips came to mind as his fingers and hands moved of their own accord.  He stopped a second and pulled out a can of snuff.  He pinched a small plug and placed it in his cheek.  All that rolled through his mind was what he was going to do when he found out who it was that killed his friends.  He thought about Christoph and how he needed to go see Wendolyne and the kids.  He thought about the chick Marcus was always going to see and give her a memento he still carried from him.  He thought about Jenny's mom and David's pops.  He wondered if he would even get the chance.  He heard his hammer slam down and looked at it.  He was finished.  Not even a piece missing or left out.  His tray was clear and his rifle and pistol both cycled perfectly.  He shotgunned the bolt on his rifle and leaned it next to him as he returned his still shaded face to the window and the world that passed them by outside.