[b]Day 1 - Second Reconnaissance Mission; Team Bravo[/b]

Some thirty or so minutes past their departure in the clearing, the second of the two teams made their way up a rocky hillside, Desmond, a reluctant Tyrelle, and some third bloke Desmond had yet to get the name of. It didn't matter in his mind as it were; their third member was but a simple volunteer among the team, one of the many humanitarians who could slip into any role they were needed for. A red-shirt, as far as Desmond was concerned. This man, whatever his name was, whatever his original job on the mission, it meant little to the seasoned veteran, for as he saw it, the guy wasn't even fit to be on his team. He would have much rather have been on Paula's team, his boy, Tyrelle, by his side, as he felt the three of them would have had the best chance of any, but he knew why he'd been sent off as the lead for the second team, and so he didn't object to the matter, just as he made no objection to the gun offered to him when they had split ways.

[i]"You don't have to take this with you if you aren't comfortable with carrying one and familiar with using it."[/i]

The words had felt like an insult to him. To assume he might not have the skill to manage the firearm. To assume he wouldn't be comfortable with the weapon. Even if he and the woman were unfamiliar with each other until their crash arrival on the island, he felt that she should have more [i]faith[/i] in him than that...

Shaking his head, Desmond grumbled under his breath for a moment about what felt to him like disrespect, before turning his attention to his two other team members in turn, first the other man, before settling on Tyrelle, "Let's spread our coverage, not too far, but enough to cover more ground. You," he motioned to the other man, not even bothering to get a name, "Take that way, down the ravine, see if there's any sign of river overflow. And Tyrelle," he motioned to his adopted son, "Go ahead further up the rocks and look for a creek source. I'll continue forward. Keep in earshot, and don't do anything [i]stupid[/i]," he looked back at the other man then, as though he had already made an error just by being on their team, then nodded to both in signal for them to be off.

Having fallen behind a ways in their trek from sheer exhaustion, Tyrelle had only a moment there, while Desmond spoke to them both, to catch his breath. Despite having been trained from the time he was just turning thirteen, he was still far from being the high-endurance soldier his so-called father wanted him to be. Still, as he caught his breath enough, he managed a firm, "Yes Sir," in response to Desmond before adjusting the bag of minor supplies he carried and moving on past the two men to head further up the rocky hillside.
Much as the young male despised having been dragged along on this excursion by his guardian, he was happy to find any excuse to just [i]get away[/i] from people, if only for the moment. This was especially the case with his guardian. As little time as he could spend with the man, he saw as the better, and so even in spite of his still present exhaustion, he [i]ran[/i] up the hill to get away, clamoring over rocks to bring himself higher, higher up the hill, disregarding Desmond's words to stay close and instead breaking away on his own. If anyone had an issue with it, he'd face the consequences later. All he cared about in that moment was just getting [i]away[/i], and if he found water along the way? Great! If not though, could anyone really blame him? After all, his guardian had directly sent him off on his own and he was still technically a minor...
Making his way along the rocky face of the hillside, Tyrelle chose to stop climbing and instead started searching for any sign of a creek or anything else that could lead them to water. He walked casually along, letting his body and his breath finally catch up to each other as he listened to the jungle around him. The wildlife, though distant, surely being scared off by his presence, was more alive than he felt he had ever heard in his life. From birds calling to sounds he wasn't even sure how to describe. He listened to these sounds, humming a bit as he started to pinpoint where exactly they came from. Animals meant life and life meant water, fresh water to be specific, surely the higher presence of wildlife he was hearing had to mean [i]something[/i].
Letting the sounds around him be his guide, Tyrelle soon found himself climbing a bit of a ways back down the hill, following along it to a side not far from the ravine. Various movements began to fill the brush around him as small animals were disturbed, frightened off by his presence, but he paid them no mind beyond stopping for a moment to let them have their escape. At one pause, while waiting for what looked like a rodent or marsupial of some sort to hurry its way up a tree and leap to another, he thought he heard it. The soft trickling of water. The sound was drowned out though as he could hear his guardian calling out, pulling both him and the other man back to where they had split off. Refusing to give up on his search, however, Tyrelle ignored the man's call, and instead pushed forward, following the ever-promising sound. Desmond continued to call out, voice becoming more stern, angry even. The other man began to call as well, and Tyrelle grumbled for them to just shut up as he continued to follow the sound he sought. He knew they couldn't hear him, he just wished they would stop.
Just as he was sure that the sound he heard was true, Tyrelle found that one of the rocks he decided to step on wasn't as stable as he would have thought it would be, and in an instant, the young man found himself tumbling and sliding down the side of the hill. A yell escaped him as he went down, and more rocks were dislodged, rumbling and clacking their way down in an awful sound.
By the time Tyrelle had come to settle near the base of the hill, his guardian and the other man had rushed in the direction of his yell and the sounding rockslide. The young male let out a groan as he grabbed his head, his whole body aching from the fall. Something against his back felt wet, and he worried for a moment that he might be bleeding from somewhere until he realized that the feeling was also cold. Drops fell from his fingers and he stopped opening his eyes before taking his hand away from his head to look at his finger tips. They glistened, but not with the red hue of blood. No, not blood.
"Water," he said, quietly at first, and then a smile broke out across his face as he rolled over and pushed himself up in the side of the creekbed where he had come to lay, "Water!" he called out, louder, joyfully even.
It wasn't long until the other two men found him. Desmond stared at the sight in a level of disbelief, while the other man ran over and joined Tyrelle at the creek, getting a good two-handed scoop of the stuff and splashing his face before letting out a triumphant whoop. They took a bit of time to refresh by the creek, replenishing their energy before heading off back to the clearing with the good news.
Upon reconvening with Paula, Tyrelle was more than eager to announce his discovery of the creek himself, still dripping a bit from his fall in the creek, but before the boy could get a word in, Desmond was speaking over him, explaining where the creek had been found and various specifics about it such as the size and potential for it to expand during a storm. He told the woman about how it was likely that during flooding, the creek would redirect into the ravine not far off, but otherwise, it seemed to be supplied from an underground network. The man said nothing about Tyrelle having been the one to actually find the creek, and rather seemed to take the credit for himself in a way as he told her that it was through his direction that they were even able to find it in the first place.
Tyrelle was silent, all excitement he'd had washed away to a wave of cold anger as he looked at the man who completely disregarded his discovery. A part of him hoped that the other man might speak up on their shared discovery, but the third of their team said nothing, not even seeming to catch that Desmond was taking all the credit, and instead was just excited for everyone in general. The introjections that Tyrelle wanted to make, the [i]argument[/i] he wanted to start; he had to physically bite his own tongue to stop himself from speaking out against the two superiors, but that didn't stop him from keeping his hands balled into tight fists at his side; he wanted nothing more in that moment than to throw one of those fists at his guardian's smart mouth. Thankfully, he had more restraint than that...

[b]Day 1 - Late Afternoon[/b]

Golden eyes rested curiously on Peter as Autumn looked up at the man, head tilted in that way kids often did when they didn't quite understand something. She had seen the cargo specialist acting strange all day, though strange wasn't really a word she'd have used. Funny. That was the word. Peter was acting funny, constantly running around, though not in the same way as everyone else. She wondered why he kept going into the trees when he wasn't with the other adults going in there, and why it seemed to always be [i]when[/i] somebody else went in. She wondered if maybe he [i]was[/i] with the other adults, and just went in through different ways and came out at different times because he didn't like being around others. She'd met people like that before. People who liked to be alone. She always found them a little funny, and her curiosity also brought her towards them. There was a time where her curiosity had led her to talking to a criminal sitting in the back of a police vehicle. The police had been busy talking to each other and their supervisor, and her parents had lost her for the moment while out shopping. She'd ended up writing out a few questions to ask the guy, and somehow managed to get him to commit to the crime he was being arrested for just like that. Curious now again with Peter, she gave a small, shy little wave to the man, and a crooked little smile that showed a missing tooth.

[b]Day 1 - Evening - Medical Tent Bravo[/b]

Dr. Biermann stood over the bed where they had eventually moved Jenny to attempt surgery in an effort against her internal bleeding, hands in the pockets of his coat and head lowered. The blankets were pulled up over the woman's head by now, and he had long since announced her death at about a quarter past 1700 hours or so. It was a blur. From the moment he'd realized what was wrong with Jenny, he already knew it was too late, and still, he tried. Reaching up to pull off his glasses a moment and wipe at his wet eyes, the doctor gave a heavy sigh before replacing the spectacles and turning on his heel to see to the other patients. Even through all his years as a medical professional, the loss of a patient had never gotten much easier, and he didn't expect that to change any time soon. Looking for a way to busy himself, he began making his rounds again, he had no plan ─ nor desire ─ to rest the remainder of the evening, and wasn't even sure if he'd be sleeping at that point. There was just too much to do, too many lives relying on him, and he was reluctant to let another slip through his grasp.