40* 6.80' N Latitude, 172* 23.84' W Longitude, Pacific Ocean
A Plesiosaurus has arrived at these precise coordinates. "Alright, buddy, we're here! Right where you paid me to bring you. Question is why?" This "buddy" is a blue Dromaeosaurus. "I'm looking for a Pyroraptor."
That's right, I went that far!
The Plesiosaurus scoffed. "A Pyroraptor! Hey pal, you can't further away from land than out here!"
"Exactly where I want to be!"
"Well I got news for you buddy, there's nobody out here but us."
Just then, the Dromaeosaurus hid from a Pliosaurus who approached the two. "What are you doin' out here?"
"What does it look like, genius? I'm fishin'!"
"Well, go back where ya' came from!"
"Yeah, and who's gonna make me!"
The Pliosaurus immediately pulled out a missile launcher. "Alright! Alright! Don't get your pop in a twist! What a jerk! Sorry, buddy, looks like its the end of the line... buddy?"
Unbenoticed of the Plesiosaurus, the Dromaeosaurus had snuck on top of the Pliosaurus when no one was looking. The Pliosaurus went to multiple oil platforms (the oil has the same use as it does in real life, fueling vehicles), and the Dromaeosaurus used a grappling hook on a "leg" of one of the platforms being approached. He then used his claws to climb up it, while the Pliosaurus swam up to a rising platform up to the top. At the top of the platform there were hundreds of different genuses of theropod dinosaurs. "Calling all workers, report to the loading dock." Hidden from the rest, the Dromaeosaurus turned on his radio "Leland Turbo, this is Finn McMissile. I'm at the rally point, over." Nothing, but static on the radio. The theropods then had a conversation. "Alright fellas, you know the drill."
"Leland, it's Finn. Please respond, over." Still nothing. "Come on, guys! These crates aren't gonna unload themselves!" A teal Troodon walked out of a door, speaking German to the others. "Professor Zundapp?" What was a weapons designer with criminal record doing on an oil platform? An Allosaurus and Leptoceratops slave with a crate walking up to Zundapp. "Evening, professor! You want to see it before we load it?"
"Ah, yes! Very carefully." The Leptoceratops opened the crate to reveal... "Oh, a TV camera! What does it actually do?"
"This camera is extremely dangerous."
"What are you up to now, professor?" Finn threw a disk with 4 grappling hooks above the criminals to get closer at the camera. Once there, he took a picture of the camera with a non-flashing camera. "This is valuable equipment. Make sure it's properly secured for the voyage."
"You got it." At that point the same Velociraptors appeared with yet another crate. "Hey! Professor Z'! It's one of those government spies we told you about!" Finn pulled out a gun. "Yeah, this one got sticking his nostrils where they didn't belong."
"Agent Leland Turbo!" The crate's top was lifted to expose his skeleton. The smokestacks spewed out fire, blowing Finn's cover. "IT'S FINN MCMISSILE!" Finn started firing at all the criminals below. "He's seem the camera! KILL HIM!"
"All hands on deck! All hands on deck!" Finn was then surrounded by theropods, some of which eqipped with torches. Fin cut all but one of the grappling hooks which landed him on a Diplodocus slave, running up to the head on jumping onto the other side of the platform. He was then pursued by a Eustreptospondylus who chased him up a ramp, only for Finn to throw oil canisters at his pursuer - making him slide of the edge and be eaten by a Mosasaurus (the Eustreptospondylus, not Finn).
Finn was then chased by more theropods up a curving ramp. He shot a metal fence containing oil barrels then placed a grenade on the first one to rolled down the ramp. Once detonated, the ramp was destroyed and the chasers dead. Finn found himself on a helicopter launch pad surrounded by the edge and hundreds of the criminals on the platform. He surprised them all by jumping off the edge. He was soon on a water bike driving away from the platform.
"Get to the pliosaurs!" The Velociraptors each got on the Pliosaurus and a Liopleurodon. The twins and plios fired their weapons, but missed on every one of them. "He's gettin' away!"
"Not for long!" The Pliosaurus fired his missile launcher one last time and hit the waterbike. However, Finn survived the ordeal and put on a breathing apperatus while plucking his own feathers to make the Velociraptors think they killed him. It worked. "He's dead, professor!"
"Wundabug. With Finn McMissile gone, who can stop us now?!"
Before anyone asks, yes. Those 2 Velociraptors are Screech & Thud. And yes, they replace Grem & Acer in this fanfic. Another thing, sorry for the long wait, I couldn't log in to my account. So that's about it for the real Chapter 1!
