Sokka lied in wait up in a tree, for the jerk who had almost completely drowned an Earth Kingdom town for his own sick satisfaction. Jet. He knew that today, one year ago, Katara, Aang, and him had run into him and now, he was ready for revenge.
Suddenly, a snap of a twig down below broke him from his thoughts. Down below, also seeming to be waiting for something, was the very person he'd been hoping would come along. As silently as he could, Sokka climbed down the tree, using branches as handholds until there were no more, and slid down the rest of the trunk down to the forest floor, now behind the unsuspecting Freedom Fighter.
Pulling out a small, but strong, coil of rope, Sokka quickly made a noose. He wasn't going to kill him...why would he? Instead he threw it around Jet's throat and tightened it with one hand while holding the now-thrashing Jet with the other. Soon enough, like his father had taught him, Jet lost enough oxygen and fell limp, now unconscious and Sokka took him to an old shack where the two of them wouldn't be interrupted for hours.
Sokka then grabbed the rope slung around his body and stripped Jet down to his underwear, which was similar to his own; simple cloth tie. Then, dragging him into an old bedroom, he cut the larger rope in half and tied his wrists together and around a metal stake he had asked Zuko if he could have. Sokka had definitely come prepared to have fun. Tying his ankles together as well and similarly restraining them, he released the noose from his neck, which was allowing him to breathe, just not enough to be conscious. Before a minute could pass, Sokka decided to strip down to his own underwear, and not a moment after he had, Jet stirred, and woke.
"Huh...?" he murmured. "What's going on? Sokka?" Before he could get another word in, Sokka leaned close to him and whispered, "I'm going to break you Jet. And you're going to enjoy it."