Mac hated listening to logistics but she knew as well as any leader that they were needed otherwise the plan went sour.
"No one from the Chets is gone that I know of. But if these assholes have been watching us, then they know better than to come onto our territory," Mac sneered. She knew her tone made it sound as if the others were weaker than her tribe, but seriously, that was true. Between her, Saga, and Savage, no one would dare step onto their area.
But Mac needed to smooth over her last comment before the repercussions hit. "That's not to say that the other territories aren't to be messed with, or that we haven't been hit either. We don't know how long these assholes have been here. As much as I hate waiting, more intel is needed before we go in. Canos, you all can handle the info gathering I assume? Shouldn't take more than, what, a week tops? During that time, I can gather people from each tribe and train them in combat for the first wave to go into their camp. Someone else can take the non-fighters and come up with the second team that will come in and rescue those who are captured. I assume we're all in agreement that the slaves are not to be left without some kind of help, and depending on how many those assholes have captured, all of our tribes will have renewed numbers. But those who wish to leave and be on their own, we let them, got it?"
Saga hadn't said anything, but Mac felt it time that the bullshit talking be done with and an actual plan be made. The more time wasted, the more time those poor souls where being held captive and being forced to do lord knows what. The thought of it all made her sick and pissed off.