Hissing and screeching were the only things you could've heard, the Raptors slowly closing in. Then, in one swift move, Owen Grady rolled under the closing gate, the Raptors trying to catch him. The Raptors Clanked against the gate, then shook it off, walking off. Blue made one last attempt at trying to get to the new guy.
"Bloody hell..." Said Amber, a woman in her mid-twenties, watching Blue claw against the gate. Amber was part of the "Raptor Control Unit", which meant she had to help contain the 4 Raptors. Delta, Echo, Charlie and Blue.
She was a bit childish, but knew when to be serious. She had long, straight, red hair, which was parted to the right. She also had blue eyes, which was extremely rare for people with red hair. She wore a light grey tank top with black cargo pants.
She stepped down the stairs
"Hey, Chad!" she yelled.
"Hey Amber," Chad said, looking away from his documents.
"My break is pretty soon, wanna hang?" Amber said.
"Yeah, sure. Just gimme a sec, alright?" Chad said. Chad had a brown, side parted, "Undercut" hairstyle and some beard stubble. He wore black glasses, a white short-sleeved collared shirt, a black sleeveless vest, and black jeans. He part of the "Security Division," meaning that he was in charge of the security measures of all the paddocks and the security of the park in general.
"Hey Amber, come help me with this planning!" Chad gestured her.
God, always obsessed with these damn plans, Amber thought.
"Christ, Learn how to have fun! You're at a park filled with dinosaurs! There's all sorts of cool stuff here!" Amber said, coming forward.
"Yeah, but you know the Dilophosaurus paddock needs renovations." Chad argued.
"Alright, fine. Let's get this over with..." Amber groaned.
"Thanks. Now, the glass we use will have to be venom proof, know any types of glass that are like that?" Chad inquired.
"Pffft, nah. Why can't you just remove the parts that make the venom?" Amber replied.
"They're called venom glands. We can't find the spot where the glands are located, so there's no real way to stop the spitting." Chad took out a diagram of the Dilophosaurus anatomy.
"Can we discuss this later? My break only lasts 3 hours!" Amber groaned.
"Alright, but the safety of Jurassic world is on your part!" Chad joked, packing up his documents.
Amber chuckled.
"Where's your car?" He said.
