Peter and Broyles jumped out of the helicopter as soon as it landed with a thud. They were met by a caravan of FBI fleet vehicles, all screeching to a halt near the river's edge. Broyles immediately started barking orders to the agents, giving them their assignments and breaking them into search teams.
The scene quickly became controlled chaos. Rafts were deployed into the river and expert divers were putting on their scuba gear. Some of the teams started searching along the river bank on foot, looking for any sign of Olivia. Others were put in charge of hauling out the gear they would need to make a quick rescue, and the river bank was soon littered with safety nets and harnesses and life jackets. An EMT crew stood ready with a stretcher and defibrillator.
Aside from jumping in the water himself, which he knew Broyles would never let him do, Peter stood at the water's edge dejected, wanting desperately to help but not knowing how.
Walter and Astrid popped out of a newly-arrived car and ran to Peter. They had previously been told to stay behind out of harms way when Peter had first left to go up the mountain.
"We just heard the news," Astrid said, exasperated. "He made her jump?"
Peter closed his eyes and tried to regain some composure. "I was too late to catch her from falling...I was right there but I just couldn't get to her in time...the look on her face..." In his mind he replayed the scene of her falling off the edge, screaming. He opened his eyes again and looked despairingly at the river. The raging water was taunting him, telling him that Olivia had been swept away for good, never to be found. And it was his fault.
Walter stood there immobilized and unable to speak, his expression obviously one of fear and concern for his friend Olivia.
Astrid placed a hand on Peter's arm. "They're going to find her."
"Alive?" Peter questioned, his voice solemn.
Astrid didn't know what to say. Peter started to walk away. He grabbed one of the life jackets from the supply pile. Olivia had already been in the water for twenty minutes now. Despite Broyles' warning for him to stay out of the way, Peter was going to start his own search. He knew he could never live with himself if he didn't at least try.
"Peter!" Walter suddenly exclaimed a bit too loudly. Peter turned back around to acknowledge his father. "I...I...I'm coming with you."
From out of the dark oblivion and into consciousness, Olivia bolted upright, retching and coughing up water from her lungs, gasping and gulping for air. An oxygen mask was shoved in her face and held over her mouth. She felt her cold wet body being pushed back down on the examination table. Her vision was blurry and her eyes were full of tears. She was scared and disoriented. She fought against those who were trying to help her.
"Just calm down. You're going to be fine," one of the nurses said to her. "I'll go tell Dr. Bell that you're awake."