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Claire barely held back a sob as she watched the footage. The camera feed had cut off when Indominus Rex appeared and it sent her mind reeling. The radios weren't any better, either.

Were the raptors dead? Did Indominus kill them? Where were Hoskins men? But she couldn't think about that right now, not when so much was still at stake. She needed to stop Indominus Rex.

In her haste to help Owen –he better be alive – she had left her nephews with Lowery in the control room. She tried not to feel bad about leaving them alone again after promising not to. At least this way if she messed up then only she would suffer the consequences.

Her plan hadn't been fool proof but it was better than nothing. She prayed she'd be able to hold the Tyrannosaurus' attention long enough to lead her in the direction of Indominus' last location. It probably would've worked too if one of her heels hadn't snapped and caused her to fall. If she survived she'd make sure to never mention her lack of proper gear to Owen. The loud footfalls coming up behind her jarred her out of her thoughts. The dinosaur was closer, so close that Claire could actually see a purple tint on the scaled hide.

"Too slow, too slow," she muttered to herself.

Claire scrambled to her feet, unwilling to die on her back while a hungry dinosaur took a bite out of her. There was some relief when the radio she carried buzzed with static. At least her nephews wouldn't hear her death screams.

The large snout came closer and a growl shook the ground. Claire shook in terror because this wasn't how she imagined she'd die. She acted on instinct the moment the mouth opened. She raised her fist and punched the dinosaur under the left nostril. She winced realizing the dinosaur would be hard enough to sprain or even break her hand.

The dinosaur stumbled back as if shocked before shaking its head. It let out a roar that made Claire clamp her hands over her ears. Her eyes squeezed shut because if it wasn't going to eat her before then it definitely would now. However, the sound of metal shifting and rearranging made her look up. The dinosaur, or what used to be a dinosaur, wobbled on unsteady legs before it fell on its knees. Claire winced when she heard the ragged gasps of breath and saw the blunt fingers of its left hand make gouges in the asphalt. The dinosaur head on the right arm rolled its red eyes in every direction as if unable to focus on its surroundings.

"Wh-where? What?"

Claire's eyes widened, "You talk."

She stilled when four sets of red eyes locked on her. The dinosaur head snapped at her direction and its mouth began to glow.

"You," the mechanical being growled, "You kept me in this prison! You and those-those other filthy little organics! I will tear you apart, yesss!"

The fear and awe she had experienced seemed to wash away because she was drained. She hadn't been able to keep her nephews safe from the horror of a rampaging dinosaur. She hadn't been able to stop Dr. Wu from escaping the island with the remaining embryos. She hadn't been able to stop Hoskins from sending Owen and his pack of raptors on a suicide mission.

However, she wasn't going to let this slide.

"Excuse me, but this pen was for a Tyrannosaurs Rex not," she waved her hands at the half metal creature, "for whatever you are! Which reminds me, who or what are you?"

The purple being blinked, taken aback by her angry response. Claire almost smiled because he, the voice was too deep to be called a she, had underestimated her.

"I," he mumbled, "I don't…"

Claire frowned when his hand went up to rub a dent on his left temple. She bit her lip wondering what she was supposed to do with some unknown being with amnesia while trying to incapacitate a raging dinosaur.

"Look, we'll figure this out. I'll help you if you help me, alright?"

A scowl formed on his face when he stood. He snarled at her, "Why should I help you, fleshling?"

Claire scowled, "Because it would be in your best interest to have one person in the know. The last thing you want is to end up as a government experiment."

He roared angrily before snorting, "Fine."

Claire laughed when the T-Rex head lurched forward to lick her face. She squeaked in surprise when a metal hand picked her up and set her on his hard shoulder.

"Okay, we need to go to these coordinates. There's a dinosaur loose and she needs to be put down," Claire eyed him, "Can you fight?"

"I'm not weak," hissed the transformed dinosaur, "I can handle a puny beast."

He grumbled and groaned the majority of their trek but she did her best to ignore his complaining. The T-Rex head liked her which was a good thing since the main body didn't. That made her to wonder if the T-Rex head and the robot were two separate entities. Maybe a split personality? She decided to look into it after a good night's sleep and some food. Instead, she sagged against the purple armor trying not to fall asleep as they traveled.

Then she heard it. The roar of an engine not far from them startled her back to wakefulness.

"Owen!"

She couldn't help but yell when she saw a motorcycle zipping in the distance.

"Owen!"

She held on to the scaled armor for balance and stood to wave at the raptor trainer. She was too excited to even consider the dangers of shouting while loose carnivorous dinosaurs roamed at night. Her new friend had already proven himself enough to protect her, though. She shuddered because he had been too gleeful when he killed an overzealous pterosaur from plucking her off his shoulder.

She grinned when Owen whirled around at the voice and headed back. She quirked an eyebrow at him in amusement when he looked up at her. There was a small sense of relief when the pack of raptors thumped up beside the trainer. Claire hoped her travel companion wouldn't consider the newcomers a threat.

Owen smirked, "You too, huh?"

Before she could ask what he meant when one of the raptors gasped, "Megatron?"