Otacon couldn't help but be afraid as he lurked, alone through the dimmed hallways,. The others had already cleared the path to the control room but this island seemed cursed. Something was strangely out of place. It had been difficult to step over the raptor's dead body in the hallway even though he was quite sure it wasn't alive anymore.

The sound of his panting, deep breaths, filled his ears to the point where it was hard to hear anything else. As he made it to a room filled with cubicles he paused and lean back against the wall to catch his breath. "What's wrong with me?" He chided himself out loud. His fingers gripped the handle of the pistol Claire… Regina had left on the table for them in case she didn't return. He wasn't about to leave by himself for the control room without it.

Hadn't he already done this though? It felt like he had went to the control room already and got the network back online for Jurassic Park. He chalked it off to having been ran out of the control room earlier by the pack of raptors some hours ago. Maybe that's all it was. He had never gotten to it and so he just remembered wrong.

Just then he heard a noise in the room from the other side of the cubicles. "Who's there?!" He yelled, snatching the pistol from his labcoat. He heard the nasally sound of an animal, and then saw a dilophasaur poke it's head up over the cubicles in the dim light. "It must be standing on a chair, or desk to be so tall." Otacon wondered in his head. His fingers clumsily tried to work the safety on the gun but he couldn't find it.

"Nooo!-Nnnoooo!" He yelled as it leapt towards him. Instantly he felt his body shaking and strangely enough heard Regina's voice in his ear. "Otacon, wake up. Your having a nightmare." She said. It took a few seconds to come out of his fog but it all made sense now.

By now beams of early morning light were peeking inside through a window. Everyone was stuck in limbo together, half asleep and resting, until the rescue team arrived. He could smell coffee in the air, so abruptly stood up and shuffled towards the break room.

High in the tropical air the operator watched as the island grew closer. The trio of Blackhawk helicopters that he was part of were quickly closing the distance.

They were Bowstring, the detachment of Delta Force always kept on a war footing and ready to deploy at a moments notice, some of the deadliest men in the world. His camouflage painted face turned back to the others and he made a hand gesture to let them know it would only be five minutes until they touched down. Everyone instinctively checked their gear one last time, and his hand gripped his M1 rifle with one hand and a handle on the side of the helicopter with the other. It was such a beautiful scenic day, clear sky after the storm, almost like they were going to the beach.

"Sir, I've been informed that the rescue team is about to touch down. If everyone isn't ready to leave could you please ask them to prepare?" Mr. Hammond heard over the phone, back at the visitor center.

"We will be ready then. Thank you once again."

"Ok sir, the admiral would appreciate someone staying on the phone until you've made contact with the rescue team; that way we have a clear understanding of the situation."

Mr. Hammond looked around slightly annoyed not wanting a phone receiver stuck to the side of his head the whole time and spotted Dr. Malcolm. "Ok, goodbye. I'll let you talk with our chaoticist, Dr. Malcolm."

There was a long pause over the phone as Dr. Malcolm waited.

"Uh, hello?" He finally asked.

"hello… So, what's a 'Chaoticist'?" Came the other voice on the line.

Regina knew her time to escape was running out. They would be leaving the island soon, and she was concerned she'd end up in custody, so she began to hatch a plan. As everyone chatted about leaving she slipped away into the hallway…

Muldoon was currently preoccupied with getting his last cup of coffee. Everyone was naturally excited but he needed a little boost to stay awake. He had tried to act as a sentry while everyone else had got a few hours sleep. "Otacon, has anyone seen Regina?" He asked.

"Isn't she asleep in the other room? No, wait she woke me up, and then… I don't know where she went." He said pouring a packet of creamer into his coffee, and wisking it around with one of those tiny coffee straws.

"You know," He began, "One of my proffessors in college ran out of these little coffee straws while I was talking in his office and he just used his pen to stir the coffee!"

Muldoon grimaced at Otacon's story, and just shook his head silently and left Otacon standing alone in the break room. "What?" He asked to himself.

Meanwhile, the Blackhawk helicopters touched down and the commandoes scattered out. One squad would make a perimeter at the helipad while the other rescued the civillians. The third helicopter stayed in the air with two of their snipers aboard to give support or help direct the chopper's firepower where needed.

Deep within the jungle foliage T-Rex quietly stood asleep, resting from the night's hunt. The echo of helicopter blades through the trees was soothing to the monster too big to be scared.

The place was a ghost town. The squad of soldiers walked mostly in a line formation almost as if it were a regular patrol but kept their guard up. So far they hadn't heard or seen any of the dinosaurs they had been warned about. They reached the visitor's center fairly quickly and the team leader radioed in. "We've reached the center and are preparing for extraction." He breathed into his throat mic.

Back in the impromptu conference room Dr. Malcolm was drawling on and on about probability, random walk, and variance when he was suddenly interrupted by the military personel on the other end. "Uh, sir. Please excuse me, but the special forces unit has arrived at the-" *Click!* Dr. Malcolm automatically hung up the receiver without thinking.

Everyone left with the squad of soldiers. Some of them were helping Dr. Malcolm along, as he was hurt previously the night before. One of the Delta squad spotted the bloody leg of Bob still laying in the parkinglot. "Uh, you might want to step around that." He pointed out and everyone listened.

"Ehw, gross!" One of Mr. Hammond's grandkids said.

"Don't get distracted, just keep moving." Mr. Hammond coaxed.

Half of the squad hung back to cover there rear while the other's walked ahead towards the chopper pad.

"Where's Regina?" The other grandkid asked.

"What? Oh, what? Did she stay behind?" Mr. Hammond worried.

"I'm pretty sure she got lost." Muldoon grunted as he helped Dr. Malcolm along.

Just then, the hair raising bellow of a monster rang out through the canopy. The ground was noticeably shaking as giant footsteps approached. "Oh $# !" One of the soldiers breathed aloud involuntarily.

Trees peeled away and snapped as T-Rex emerged. "We'll slow him down. Keep going!" One of the soldiers yelled over his shoulder to the group.

Two of the squad were carrying SAW's and opened up on him. It roared with pain and anger, but they were unable to even slow it down. Another soldier levelled his CAR-15 and thumped off the grenade launcher attachment on the bottom. "Fwoomp!" It landed squarely in T-rex's chest. "SPALLOOSSHH!"

One moment T-Rex had been there but had instantly erupted in a explosion of chunks, blood, and organic debris. The four soldiers that had hung back had been showered with it's remains. One of the SAW operators just turned to his buddy and grinned like, "You HAD to do that?!"

Moments later, they all clamored aboard the blackhawks, and watched as they lifted off and away. At the dock Regina gassed up a small boat and sped off in another direction. She had heard the T-Rex roar cut off by an explosion and was contented with it's demise. By nightfall she should have easily made it to a nearby populated island. As the wind blew through her hair she smiled to herself, and tucked away the container that carried the last of the dinosaur embryos.

THE END

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P.S – the story about a professor stirring his coffee with a pen really did happen, but I don't advise it.