[b]Day 1, a couple of hours later:[/b]

The first meeting of the Team Leaders -- minutes after the C-130's crash landing -- had been little more than Carol asking them all to do what came naturally to them. She trusted them as the professionals they were, even if she didn't know each and every one of them personally.

This second meeting, though, was a bit more official and organized. They were assembled in one of the military-style tents set up on the beach near the tree line. A small kitchen erected nearby had provided hot water for coffee and tea, some of the items salvaged from the wreckage.

[color=orange]"This has been a great tragedy,"[/color] Carol began, clarifying, [color=orange]"11 casualties. This could have been worse, of course."[/color]

Carol could see the agreement in the expressions of the others. Aircraft crashes of this type usually resulted in a 100% casualty rate. She continued, [color=orange]"Your people have done good work this morning already. You, the Team Leaders, should be proud of yourselves for what you've accomplished here this morning."[/color]

The reactions from the Team Leaders varied, but Carol found one response very interesting. From the time she'd met him for the first time at the Aukland airport all the way up to now, Doctor Biermann had never once made eye contact with Carol. She didn't know what was behind that: shyness, a lack of confidence, a lack of respect for Carol herself, or something deeper? She hadn't figured that out yet.

Carol only knew Biermann by reputation, having never worked with him before. When she'd been given the list of medical personnel available for the last-minute mission to Tongalo, she'd tapped a fingertip to his name and demanded, "Biermann ... without a doubt."

When she met him for the first time, Carol had been amazed by Biermann's appearance. He was incredibly tall, 6'7", and solidly built, like a professional basketball player. Carol herself was a mere 5'6" and petite, making the man a giant next to her. 

Biermann spoke about the need for refrigeration for many of their medical supplies. 

[color=orange]"How are we doing with that, Camille?"[/color] Carol asked, looking to another of the Team Leaders present. [color=orange]"I haven't yet heard the wondrous sound of a generator humming in the background."[/color]

The woman to whom Carol was speaking, Camille La Cour, held a small mechanical part up before her. In her native French, she grumbled, [color=orange]"C’est pour la merde."[/color] With her heavy Parisian accent remaining, she translated, [color=orange]"This is for shit. We need ... make [i]refroidisseur[/i], [i]cooler[/i] to work. We are, um ... emprunt, [i]borrowing[/i] replacement from airplane's cockpit air conditioning system. Might work. Might not."[/color]

[color=orange]"Best you can do, Camille,"[/color] Carol said, already knowing that the Technical Services Team Leader was doing her best.

Camille gave a playful salute and headed for the tent's exit, saying, [color=orange]"Back to work. [i]Au revoir[/i] for now."[/color]

Carol glanced back to the Doctor, hoping to make eye contact with him. Biermann's eyes remained down on his hands, though. Carol was beginning to realize that this seemed to be a natural state for him. Was he simply a shy man? Or, like Peter Conway, did he have something to feel guilty about? Carol doubted that.

[color=orange]"So, what's next?"[/color] Carol asked. [color=orange]"Continued medical care, obviously. Doctor Biermann, feel free to recruit all the help you need."[/color]

Carol looked to the Mission's Head of Security. [color=orange]"We need to know more about this place. Recon. Up and down the beach, and into the jungle. I'll leave the details up to you as to how deep you search. Not my area of expertise, obviously."[/color]

Next, to the Construction Services Head, Carol said, [color=orange]"We need a place off the beach to set up more tents. I don't want us out in the open if another storm hits. We need toilets, wash areas, etc. Again, I leave that up to you."[/color]

[color=yellow](OOC: I have totally rewritten the following after realizing I "god moded" one of my writing partner's characters.)[/color]

Carol looked to a pair of survivors standing together in the corner of the tent, [url=https://i.imgur.com/ynZZqYT.jpeg]Tino[/url] and [url=https://i.imgur.com/f5lGBbJ.jpeg]Aroho[/url] Hanare. They were a married couple who lived on a Māori reservation south of Aukland who both partook of UNHCR Humanitarian Missions and were heavily involved in protecting and preserving traditional Māori rights. Tino was a member of the Agricultural Team while Aroho was a member of the Nutrition Program Team.

[color=orange]"Tino, I heard you were playing roundup this morning with some of the children,"[/color] Carol said. Despite the current tragic situation, there was a round of giggles and laughs as people recalled seeing Tino and the children chasing hens, kids, and piglets all about the beach. Carol continued, [color=orange]"I'm sure the children would love the distraction of helping you with the animals if you didn't mind."[/color]

[color=orange]"More than happy to, ma'am,"[/color] the woman said with a smile.

Carol looked to Tino's husband, who was a master chef. [color=orange]"And I hear that one of the boars intended for Tongalo was killed in the crash. Sounds like a lot of bacon and pork chops to me, [i]assuming[/i] the meat is safe for consumption."[/color]

[color=orange]"[i]The[/i] boar, ma'am ... there was only one adult male hog,"[/color] Aroho told her. He finished his answer with, [color=orange]"I presumed you wouldn't want the meat to go to waste, so we already strung the boar up for slaughter. It won't be ready until tomorrow, though. Cooking time for a pig that big is at least 12 hours, and we haven't even cut into it yet."[/color]

[color=orange]"Well, you're the expert,"[/color] Carol said. She looked about the group, asking, [color=orange]"So, questions, comments, complaints, ideas ... speak up now. If there's nothing more, we'll meet back here again at this afternoon for updates say ... 1500 hours?"[/color]