Over Hill, over Dale.. (overland crew)

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The Doctor had converted Blaise and Daniel's communicaters. They looked a bit silly, but they worked.

The Doctor kept Blaise's, as he couldn't speak Aramaic so that simple code excluded the marine.

The Doctor saw Chris take Jack to the camp he was to help guard, and waited for the young man’s return to be sure the trip went well, then he took off in the direction Damon and Scott had marked on a crude map.

At six foot two the Doctor had long strides, and found himself cutting back just a bit, because losing his volunteers would not help the mission.

They didn’t follow a trail, except the one he broke in as they shoved through underbrush and grasses. If it weren’t for the rough map and the occasional sight of the far off whisp of smoke, getting lost would seem an easy thing.

They ate up ground at a stride that had most of them getting a stitch in their sides and a burn in their lungs long before the first ‘break’. It had been hours of walking over uneven ground, through brush and trees and pressed upon by tropical heat. The water was a godsend. The terrain would have been beautiful if they were able to pause and appreciate it.

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[Scott] Frosty? (tag Doctor, open)

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Scott's eyebrows rose higher and higher as the Doctor described the outward indications of his healing trance. ("Frosty?" His healing processes are that endothermic?) Scott managed to hold his curiosity at bay for the moment. "I'll stay with you. If we hike any further and when we camp," he told the Doctor. That was a no-brainer. He wanted to study how the trance worked.

[Dean] Move 'em out! (tag open)

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The Doctor's statement that he could walk another mile was all Dean needed to hear. Standing around burning daylight wasn't helping their situation any. He raised his voice so all could hear. "Doc says he's up to it, so let's get a move on. May, scout ahead. I'll take point. Sammy, you stick near Doc since you're even ganglier than him. Blaise has our six. Everyone else keep doing what you were doin'." Without waiting for agreement Dean strode to the front of the line. The sooner they put some distance between them and the traps and found a defensible area to camp, the better.