"Something Fishy"

As Delta walked towards the old paddock, her nose was invaded with the scents of her and her sisters.

How Blue and her missed their siblings, no one would ever know.

But they still kept on kicking and doing what raptors do.

Delta stepped through the large metal gates and into the paddock, where she was bombarded with memories of Charlie and Echo as well as Alpha.

'Alpha, oh Alpha, what are we supposed to do now?' Delta thought to herself.

'Delta,' Blue asked as she came up beside her, 'is everything alright?'

'No,' Delta whimpered

'What was that?' Blue asked, as she had not heard what her sibling's response was.

'No,' she answered more clearly.

'What is the matter?' Blue asked as she gently nuzzled her sister.

'It's just that I miss Alpha, and Echo, and baby Charlie. We are all alone, and I HATE it, we have no one to look after us, no one to treat us with jerky and Oreos, and no one to tell us how much they care about us,' Delta explained to Blue.

'Oh Delta, I know how you feel, and I to miss the blessings of the Oreos. But we must continue on and make do with what we have,' she said as she cuddled her sister.

'It was White One's fault, she made us lose our sisters, she made Alpha go away, if Swimming One hadn't of gotten her first, we would have killed her ourselves!' Delta cursed.

'But Swimming One got her first, and let's be thankful she did, for we could not take her down if we had tried our hardest,' Blue truthfully explained.

'Where do we go now-' Delta was cut off by a cry, a cry for help.

It was a raptor call, and it sent shivers down their spines. They couldn't explain why, but that call sounded familiar. It unsettled them greatly, for they thought they were the only two remaining raptors on the island.

'Who was that?' Delta said, concerned.

'I don't know, but it didn't sound like Charlie or Echo. Of that I am certain,' Blue said for she was puzzled too.

'Should we go see who it is?' Delta asked, almost excitedly.

Blue pondered this for a moment, then replied, 'We could go see who it is, for we could always use the extra set of eyes,'

The call sounded again.

'Alright, let's get moving!' Blue commanded.


She dropped the leather boot and took off with Delta at her side; they were going to help that raptor, no matter what.

"Alright, Miss Dearing, but you must understand that when the asset had escaped we had suffered heavy casualties," the ACU commander said to Claire.

"Are you sure you can't at least get a small team assembled for the mission I am giving you?"

"I will try to get any troops that are still willing to come with me on this one, but I can guarantee that it will not be many," He answered.

"Thank you so much for agreeing on so short a notice," Claire thanked before she ended the call.

Claire tiredly rubbed her temples. It was the end of a long day, and she had been calling different people to try and accomplish her little scheme.

Luckily, Owen didn't know her plan yet. But he had to be getting suspicious, for she had practically ignored him for the whole day.

She let out a sigh as she got up from the chair behind a mahogany desk and walked over to the door. She twisted the handle and stepped into the hallway.

As Claire made her way to the kitchen to brew a Starbucks coffee with her Keurig 2.0, she heard snoring coming from the living room. Letting the Keurig do its job, Claire went to investigate.

There, sprawled on the couch, was Owen more than likely passed out from drinking too much again.

And the culprit was at hand, Owen's hand. It was an empty bottle of Tequila gripped tightly in Owen's fist.

'Why does he have to get drunk every night?' Claire thought.

'There is better ways to control depression than getting drunk every night,'

Just then, Owen opened his eye and mumbled, "Claire, what time is it?"

"It is half past 11," She answered without glancing at her watch.

"A.M. or P.M.?" Owen asked.

"P.M., smartass," Claire said.

With that, Owen grunted and went back to sleep.

Claire sighed as she went back to the kitchen to get her cup of coffee.

She was sipping her coffee when she nearly gagged. She swore she had just seen the fiery golden gaze of Rexy. Then she blinked and the vision of Rexy was gone.

'Jesus, Claire, you need to get more sleep, you are imagining things,' Claire thought to herself.

With that, she walked up the stairs, stepped into the room, turned off the lights, crawled into bed, and laid her head onto the pillow.

Sleep greeted her with welcoming arms and embraced her in its reassuring cloak.


As Delta and Blue made their way towards the cries, they were coming closer to the Mosasaur lagoon. Blue stopped to scent the air, but her nostrils were filled with an odd, salty and fishy like scent. Blue looked to her left and saw the bars around the lagoon had been twisted and gnarled as if the bars were made of copper.

As if this didn't alarm Blue enough, this wasn't the spot where Swimming One had taken White One.

So she had a couple of possible answers; One, Swimming One had grabbed an unsuspecting victim. Two, Something had broken into Swimming Ones lagoon, or three, White One, against all odds, escaped the deadly jaws of Swimming One and swam to the shore and escaped.

She hoped it was either answer one or two.

Then again, she and her sisters had learned White One was one tough cookie.

Blue glanced at the concrete by the breach in the fence and noticed long scratch marks.

'Blue,' a call drifted on the wind.

Both she and Delta grew rigid at the voice.

'Please help me,' the voice pleaded.

Delta and Blue exchanged worried glances before they started to follow the trail away from the lagoon and into the nearby jungle.

As Blue and Delta followed the trail of wet foot prints and fish smelling puddles, they began to hear the labored breathing of an animal nearby.

The labored breathing was growing nearer as the two sister continued on.

They suddenly came into a clearing where the trees were knocked down and the underbrush was cleared in a large circle. Lying in the center of the circle was a mound of grimy green gunk clinging to the white scales of the Indominus.

Her breath was labored, but she still had the ability to talk with Blue and Delta.

'Glad you could make it.'