Hamada wiped his brow. Man, it was hot. Not just hot, but humid too. His clothes were drenched in sweat. He looked back, at his companions, they weren't doing much better.

"It's not far now," he said, panting, "not far to the park."

He noticed something poking out of the bushes. A piece of metal. What was that doing here?

He picked it up and looked at it. Why, it looked like a propeller. What was that doing way out here?

He parted the bushes with his hand and looked out. Something that may have been a helicopter at one point lay in the clearing. It was so battered and bashed that you couldn't tell what it was. It looked like a Brachiosaur had stomped on it.

Hamada drew his gun and approached the craft. He noticed some long scratch marks in the hull. "The Diablos brought it down," he said, with a shake of his head.

His men began to sweat with fear. Hamada wasn't afraid, he was gripped with newfound determination to destroy the Diablos.

"I wonder who was flying it?" Miller wondered as the examined the craft. Hamada shrugged. "Who knows. Maybe-"

"I found something!" Lee shouted from behind. Hamada turned. Lee ran forward with something in his hands; he gave it to Hamada: it was a radio headset, like the kind pilots wore. This probably belonged to the pilot.

He put the headset on and tried the radio out. "Hello, is anyone there?"

There was no response. He tried it again; nothing.

"Must be broken," he said, and took it off. He noticed a strand of gray hair in the headset. He pinched it between his fingers and examined it. Someone with gray hair had been wearing this. Hmm... Masrani had gray hair, didn't he?

In the distance, he heard a sound that made his blood freeze. It was the bark of a velociraptor.

"Come on!" he said. "We have to move."

The troopers fled into the thicket of the jungle.

Meanwhile, in the control room, Claire held a cup of coffee between trembling hands. Oh, stop shaking already, she thought with gritted teeth. You're such a pansy. You haven't even been in danger. Just calm down...

"How's the evacuation coming?" she asked aloud.

Lowery punched some buttons on his keyboard. "Well," he said. "Thirty percent are on board."

"Excellent," Claire nodded. "At the rate this is going, the park will be empty in an hour. Where's the Diablos?" she asked.

Vivian brought up the thermal detection screen. "That's odd," she said.

"What?"

She pointed, "The Diablos is going away."

Claire looked. Indeed, the little red dot that signified the Diablos was moving away from the park. This was both relieving, and confusing.

"Why is it doing that?" she asked.

Lowery just shrugged. "Maybe he's finally full," he said.

Claire didn't buy it; "That thing's never full," she said.

"Well then, maybe it's going after the other dinos."

"Maybe."

"Wait a minute, what's that?" Vivian asked, pointing at the screen.

At the top of the screen, a cluster of red dots were on the move. Moving down, toward the park.

"What are they?" Claire asked.

"Hang on a sec." Lowery changed the view to footage from a security camera. Amongst the greenery, they could see little indiscernible dark shapes slinking around.

Claire's heart dropped. "Are those raptors?"

"Yeah. At least six of them," Lowery said. "But I thought they were all dead."

"Hoskins and Hamada discovered some wilds ones in the Restricted Zone," Vivian reminded him.

"Oh, yeah."

With a shhk, the elevator doors opened. Owen and a woman that Claire didn't recognize stepped out. Both of them looked beaten, exhausted, and covered in mud and blood.

"Owen!" Lowery cried.

"Water," Owen said. "Go any water?"

Claire ran to the back and filled up two cups for Owen and the woman. "What happened to you?" she asked, handing them the cups.

Owen sat down and emptied his cup. "Well," he said, "first, she saved my life-" he gestured to the woman- "and then I repaid her by knocking her out and crashing the Jeep."

The woman let out a weak laugh. "Well, I deserved it for leaving those guys to die. I'm sorry, by the way. I was terrified." she said.

"Understandable," Owen said.

"You guys look awful." Vivian came over with a first-aid-kit. "You should go to the clinic."

"We will," Owen said. "Once you tell me what the heck's going on here and what your plan is." He looked at Claire, expecting her to answer.

Claire faltered. "Well," she began, "we've issued the evacuation-"

"When?" the woman interrupted.

Claire faltered again. "About six minutes ago," she stammered.

The woman nodded. She had a cut on her forehead that was bleeding quite bad. Vivian began to clean it. "Where's the Diablos?"

"It's moving north..." Claire said.

"Toward the Restricted Zone?" Owen said, sitting up.

"Yes."

Owen stood, wincing with the pain, and hobbled to the front of the room. He looked at the big screen. "Is that it?" he asked, pointing to the solitary red dot.

"Yes," Lowery said.

"And what are those things?" He pointed to the cluster of dots.

"Those are raptors," Lowery said.

Owen turned to him. "Really?"

"Yep."

"Huh," Owen said. He studied the screen. "Looks like they're heading for the Diablos!"

"Does it?" Claire squinted. Yes, she supposed it did. She turned to Owen. "Why would they do that?"

"When one apex predator finds another apex predator in its territory, they'll fight until only one remains." the man said.

Claire's eyes widened. "You think the raptors are hunting the Diablos?"

Owen paused before answering. "Could be," he said.

"For territory?"

"For dominance." Owen turned to her. "You unleashed a nightmare on this island."

Claire bristled at that. "It wasn't entirely my-"

"You failed to clean up the mess, so they're going to do it for you. Speaking of, where's Masrani?"

Claire looked down as grief crashed over her once again; "He... he took the helicopter. He tried to kill it but it knocked them out of the sky..." she shivered as Masrani's scream for help echoed in her mind.

Owen looked saddened. "A shame," he said. "A real shame. And Hoskins?"

"Most likely dead."

"Hamada?"

"Not sure."

"Have any ACU survived?"

Claire looked down again. "We... we don't know."

Owen sighed. "Well then, let's hope the raptors pull this off. 'Cuz if they don't, there's not gonna be anyone left. When's the military getting here?"

"Could be a while," Lowery said, "the costa Ricans will inform our government on what's happened, so they're going to be talking back and forth. Yeah, could be hours before help comes. Good thing we have a boat."

"Let's get on the boat, then," Owen said.

"You can," Claire said, "but we can't. We have to oversee the evacuation."

Owen held her gaze for a moment and then nodded. "Alright. I'm going to the clinic. I think my ribs might be broken." And he hobbled away.