"Tonight, we're joined by former game hunter turned founder of the Human Liberation Front, Karla Sealy. Welcome to the show, Miss Sealy..."

"Thank you. It's good to be here..."

"Tell us about yourself, Miss Sealy. Your father, Michael Sealy, was a world-famous explorer and archaeologist. What did he have to say about your love of game hunting..."

"Well, I suppose I've always had an interest in taxidermy and natural history, but I never thought much of it as a career until my father, God rest his soul, passed on and I inherited his fortune... so I decided to make the most of it, really. I spent about four years navigating Africa, Peru and Central America, hunting and cataloguing endangered species. After the Lockwood incident in 2018, I set up the HLF for the betterment of public safety and humanity's survival. I'm sure we can all understand that, can't we?"

"Well, some find your methods to be brutal and unnecessary, as well as being disturbed by the fact that you're openly trying to hunt the dinosaurs back to extinction. Your most vocal critic by far is Claire Grady of the Dinosaur Protection Group, who's suggested that you're only doing this to further your own ego and even enjoy the art of killing. What have you to say about these controversies, Miss Sealy?"

"I don't apologise for what I've done. I've no regret for it at all... these beasts had their chance 65 million years ago and it didn't work out. It was foolishness and greed that brought them back into this world, and look at all the death and destruction that's transpired. And I find it rather ironic that Mrs Grady has chosen to criticise me for this, seeing that it was her actions on Isla Nublar that necessitated my methods and the HLF to begin with. Any blood that is spilled in this conflict, be it human or dinosaur... it's on your hands, Claire. And it always has been..."

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Death Valley, California - Human Liberation Front Hunting Fort

"Alright! That's the last of them!" one of the traffickers said as they fastened the locks on the last of the many cages they were preparing to lower onto the large ship. The leader of the traffickers, a thirty-something Nigerian woman named Adaku Kingston, examined each of the cages and the dinosaurs inside of them. They were all herbivores this time, ranging from Triceratops to Ankylosaurus to Stegosaurus.

"Quiet!" she snapped as she slammed the butt of her rifle against a cage, prompting the adolescent Ankylosaurus inside to stop crying out for it's mother. "A shame we won't get to kill any of these ones... LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!"

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As the crew members disembarked the ship in order to untie it from the dock, the main deck was empty, allowing a hooded figure to climb over from the side of the lock. He wore a mask sculpted messily to resemble a Velociraptor, and pulled a small flare out of his pocket and lit it to get the captured dinosaurs' attention. They all groaned and called out to him as he slowly walked over to the cells, going into his utility belt and pulling out several sticks of dynamite, placing each one through the bars of a cage.

"Alright..." he said as he reached for the detonator in his pocket. "Let's get you girls out of here..."

CLICK-CLICK! "Not so fast..."

The masked man put his hands up in surrender and slowly got to his feet as he turned to see Kingston aiming her rifle at him. Escape seemed hopeless as the other traffickers stood behind their captain, all of them having their machetes and pistols out.

"You got me..." he snarked without much concern, still keeping his mask on. Kingston scoffed in response, saying "so... you are the iwin who keeps stealing all of our dinosaurs, then..."

"I free them... save them... if anyone's stealing anything here, it's you people..."

"These dinosaurs belong to our employer's new friend..." Kingston said as she kept aiming the rifle. "We cannot have you absconding with these ones tonight... boys..."

The traffickers all aimed their guns, but the man remained confident. "There's more than one of us... if you kill me, someone else will do it..."

"Then we'll just kill them too..." Kingston snarked. Before she could give the order to open fire, the man nodded calmly, saying "suit yourselves..." as he pulled out the detonator and pressed it quickly.

BOOM! the dynamite hanging from the bars of the cages were set off, creating large holes in the prisons and ship and startling the beasts inside. "Shit!" Kingston narrowly got out of the way as the Triceratops family stormed out of their cage, trampling and crushing any trafficker unfortunate enough to get under their feet.

The masked man leapt over the side of the ship, landing on a camouflaged black motorcycle that was parked on the ground and quickly starting it. VROOOOM! VROOM-VROOM!

The sound of the engine was accompanied by a recorded sound of a herbivore's roar, prompting the dinosaurs to follow it as the motorcycle sped away from the ship towards the woods. As the ship was emptied of dinosaurs and they all escaped after the motorcycle, Kingston groaned as she and the dozen men she had left after the rampage got up off the ground and watched where the man and the rescued beasts had gone

"Karla Sealy will hear about this!" she shouted again as the figure drove off into the night, disappearing into the bushes with the dinosaurs following him. "Do you hear me?! You are a dead man!"

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