Chase scrambled up the massive tree to where Mikki hung. He cleared his throat, "So, uh... you a tourist?" He asked, trying to lighten the fact that he was a stinky, mud-covered guy that probably looked like bigfoot right now, was climbing up the tree towards her.
No-name glared at her phone, smashed to bits on a rock. Why did this kind of thing always happen on mission day? At last, she kicked it, then started rolling up her parachute. If she couldn't find the others, at least she could make a tent out of this. It wasn't raining yet, but she knew it would. When she had finished, she shoved it as best she could back into the pack and started pushing he way through the undergrowth.
She couldn't forget why they were here.