Prehistoric Park

Duel Crests

Nigel walked into the new pen for the Dimetrodons.

"Wow! How did you get so many?"

Ron smirked.

"I'm good at my job. So, when are you going off for that conference in Paris?"

"Tomorrow. What are planning?"

"A misunderstood dinosaur that I want to bring back."

"There are a lot of them, Ron."

"Early Jurassic. That's your only hint."

The early Mesozoic Era was an unknown, but the most famous mystery was the twin crested lizard: Dilophosaurus.

Ron looked around and showed the picture of Dilophosaurus to the camera.

"Damn thing's famous because of Jurassic Park, but that was a genetically engineered one, hence the different appearance and size. I'm going after the big one: 3 meters long, 2 high and it weighs half a ton. Not sure about the weight, though. Still, I'm one hell of a game hunter, and few animals escape me for long." (AN: He's not perfect, just damn good)

Ron cocked his M4A1 and climbed into the Warthog.

"Ron!"

He turned to see Nigel.

"It's about what you're picking up."

"Any special requests?"

"Coelophysis was still alive as of 200 million years ago, right?"

Ron nodded.

"You want me to pick one up."

Nigel nodded.

"I hate cannibals."

Ron started the engine and looked at the camera.

"Coelophysis means 'Hollow form', and as many paleontologists know, the young of the same species were found in the crest area of the skeletons of the first ones found. I hate the damn things."

Ron and his Warthog entered the time portal, entering the Mesozoic Era, 200 million years ago.

"Well, I hate my life."

Ron climbed out and looked at the area.

"Ok, I'll tranq the damn thing once we find one-holy shit!"

A number of Compsognathus or Compies, ran underfoot of Ron.

"What the? Compsognathus: 'Pretty Jaw', my ass. These little bastards are the ancestors of the birds via Archaeopteryx, although they died out at the same time. I wonder what they're running from."

He turned, then jumped on the cameraman.

"GET DOWN!"

A female Dilophosaurus, judging by its' size, which was big, (AN: rule of thumb when it comes to theropod dinosaurs: the big ones are always girls) jumped over the Warthog after a prosauropod, Ron guessed.

"Well, there's my main target."

Then a smaller dinosaur jumped onto the jeep.

The planform told him everything.

This was a Coelophysis, the famous cannibal dinosaur.

"I have half a mind to kill that thing and the other half agrees."

He shot the 3rd Generation dinosaur. (AN: Because it's of the third generation of early dinosaurs, following Eoraptor (first) and Herrerasaurus (second))

Unfortunately...

"Damn it, these are tranqs!"

He sighed as he shot three more, females by the look of them.

"Damn things look like the ones from Walking with Dinosaurs."

Ron reloaded his M4A1.

"I'll track them; you make sure that the others capture the little bastards. Got it?"

The camera crew nodded.

"Time to do my job."

He walked into the distance, tracking the Coelophysis flock that got shot by Ron.

Back at the Park

Bob worked on the new pens for animals Ron would bring back, as he had watched Jurassic Park and didn't want those poison-spitting freaks spitting in his face.

Then a jeep drove up, with Nigel driving it.

"Nigel, I've got the Dilophosaurus' pen ready."

Nigel laughed at Bob's anti-poison countermeasures.

"Bob, Dilophosauria don't spit poison! They have a set of teeth that rip flesh off the bones!"

"We don't know if that's actually right, and I'm not taking any chances."

Then the Warthog appeared, with a quartet of Coelophysis in the back.

The park's personnel pulled the tranqed dinosaurs out of the 4X4.

"He's still tracking the Dilophosaurus, and that's not the least of his problems."

Back with Ron

Five more Dilophosaurs were grouped together, sleeping with the one he had tracked.

"Well, this is odd. These guys are apex predators and there's nothing big enough to force these things to work together-"

Then Ron noticed why: a pair of prosauropods, miniature, primitive versions of the big ones like Brachiosaurus and Argetinosaurus.

"It's the same one from Walking with Dinosaurs: Plateosaurus. 4 tons of pure muscle and only pack hunters like the Dilophosaurus and other 4th Gen Theropods can take one down."

It looked like the ones from the documentary: a combination of gunwale gray and green. "I feel I just walked into Jurassic Park. Shit. Nigel'll be pissed with me if I don't bring one back with me."

The roar of another 3 meter long Dilophosaurus was heard.

"Oh, shit! That one's bigger then the others."

This one was 3 and one half meters: and the Alpha Female.

"This can't end well. I need to tranq them and get these things back to the park."

Ron aimed at the Dilophosauria pack and tranqed three of the waking ones.

The largest one attacked Ron, biting him in the thigh.

"FUCK! Tranq the fuckin' thing!"

Ron shot his M4A1 at the other three, knocking them out.

It ripped out a large chuck of Ron's large thigh, and he was bleeding badly.

"Set the time portal up and get these damn things back to the park!"

Ron freed himself from the Dilophosaur's jaws and bandaged the wound, knowing he'd need to get back to the park and to a hospital, RFF. (AN: Really Fucking Fast)

He limped back to the jeep and sat in the back.

The barely conscious Alpha Dilophosaurus growled at him.

Although, it was a kinder growl then before.

"Apparently, that was a Dilophosaurus love bite. A painful one."

He stuck himself with some morphine and moaned in pain.

"I so need to get a better job, although capturing these things is fun."

Back at the park

Bob walked over to the capture pen as the Warthog and its' capture trailer drove though the portal.

"We've got wounded!"

"Who is it?"

"Ron! One of the dinosaurs ripped off his thigh!"

"It's still there, you moron! It just ripped off my inner thigh, not the whole thing!"

48 hours later

The Dilophosauria were settled in their new pen, and Ron, well…

"DAMN IT!"

He was still recovering from the sudden 'removal' of his inner thigh's flesh.

"I'm going to be walking lopsided for months! Damn dinosaurs!"

The Alpha female was now on his list.

THAT had to hurt.

Seriously, ripping out 20 pounds of flesh. Painful.

Next time: they came before the dinosaurs and are some of the oldest life on Earth: the Trilobite comes back to life.

Ja Ne!