Allen sighed wearily. He stared at Ian as the helicopter hovered across the ocean.
Obviously, to Ian, he was daydreaming.
Also bored, Ian started to tie straws and paper bags together, making a craft of which he knew would bother Allen.
"Hey, look at this."
Allen looked to see a paper/straw Velociraptor, or what must've been a Velociraptor. "Ian, seriously? I've faced those things enough times as I want, thank you very much."
Ian chuckled to himself as he chucked his little creation into a garbage can. Then he looked out the helicopter window.
"Don't look now, Allen, but we're almost there."
...
John walked up to the two men as they exited the helicopter. "I knew you two would come!" Allen leaned in towards Ian and muttered, "I only came so he'd shut up." Ian grinned and, turning to John, stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"So, about that experiment..."
...
"John, tell me this isn't a mutated raptor."
"No no no. We don't mutate."
"Then how come I'm hearing hissing?"
"Oh, that's her way of welcome."
"Does she welcome us with kitchen utensils?"
John and Allen slowly turned to stare at Ian. John straightened up and replied, "For all I know, Dr. Malcom, you could make a fortune out of your sarcastic remarks!" Allen smiled over his shoulder. "Either that, or he could write a book-full of 'em."
Ian had nothing to say.
As the three of them walked down the aisle, the hissing got louder. John opened a door and stepped into a caged room.
"We've got visitors!"
Ian and Allen walked into the room and abruptly halted. A seven-foot-tall carnivore stared back at that them.
The dinosaur had a similar body shape to a Velociraptor, the only exception being the crocodilian-like snout. The creature had killing claws on both feet.
Ian stared. "Uh, John? Are you sure this thing isn't mutated?"
"No, of course she isn't!"
Allen blinked three times as John placed his hand on the dinosaur's head. The animal bobbed her head, making crooning noises as if she enjoyed it.
John turned to the two men behind him. "Come on! She won't bite!"
Ian sighed and took his hands out of his pockets as he walked up to the creature. She lowered herself from her seven foot height and walked up to him on all fours like a four-foot-tall dog, her long flexible tail slinking through the air. Ian reached out his hand and placed it on the animal's snout.
"Wwwwwow. She's...furry?"
That's right. A short fur coat with a velvety texture covered the animal from head to claw.