Happy New Year! I'm so sorry for the delay in this update. It was not due to lack of inspiration (thanks to all the new readers who faved, followed and left love during this unexpected hiatus) but lack of time. Isla Loca is back with a vengeance! Enjoy what you like, excuse what you don't, and hit that review button for me! - Ty

The digital watch on Gray Mitchell's wrist read 2:09 AM. The watch had been a gift from his father a couple months back. His dad had beamed, ruffled his curly mop, said he didn't need a special occasion to buy his son a present.

Gray had been over the moon until Zack had given him an unpleasant reality check.

"Dad just called Mom to cancel the ski trip next weekend. Guess he figured the watch would make up for it somehow." His older brother had ditched his curt tone at the tears welling in Gray's eyes. "I'm sorry, man. You know... I'm sure he wanted you to have it anyway."

Gray jabbed the heel of his palms into his tired eyes. Beside him, Lowery gave a stuttering snore as his head lolled against the wall. The man had worn himself out, pacing out a rut in the ground as he'd demanded to see Claire, to see Tejeda, to use the bathroom...to have an ice-pack for the bruise their captor had inevitably given him in response.

Truth be told, Gray was glad that Lowery had finally bitten the dust.

He cleared his throat, let out a long sigh, and turned to their guard.

"They're out there, you know."

The man - Zane - was busy adjusting the gas lamp to their right, "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"The Raptor pack." Gray continued, quietly, confidently, "They're coming for him. And he's coming for us."

"Who's that, kid?"

"My uncle Owen. If he's here, then the Raptor pack aren't far. I even heard them skirting the Wall while I was walking here." The boy was unruffled by the grin on his captor's face, "I'd know that shrieking anywhere."

"Is that right?" The Asian soldier shook his head, "Well, I think we can handle a couple more dinos." He patted his weapon, "That is, if your 'uncle' is dumb enough to let them in..."

"Speedy Thief." Gray interrupted, undaunted.

"Don't follow."

"That's what their name means. They like to snatch and run. Drag you screaming through the dirt, out of sight, out of reach. Then they disembowel you with their claws. Or they go for the throat, if you're lucky."

"Aren't you a little young for talk like that?"

"One of them confronts you, blocks your path and stares you down." The boy continued, "That's when the others come up from the flank and attack you. You could try and run, but...they can average 50 to 60 miles per hour when they really want to catch someone." He eyed the man critically, "Like people who steal their eggs."

"We don't have their eggs." Zane replied dryly.

"Or their friends." Gray swung his filthy trainers back and forth, "You see, their Alpha, Blue? She's kind of my unofficial dino cousin."

"Ah, the famous Blue."

"Whether she remembers me or not, it doesn't matter. Blue's loyal to Owen, and he's loyal to us, which means you don't stand a chance of getting out of here alive unless you let us go right now."

"Enough." The man barked, "Get some sleep. You're gonna need it in the morning."

"What's happening in the morning?"

Zane tossed him a scratchy blanket with a pointed look, "Sleep."

With a frustrated huff, Gray spread the blanket out onto the cool tile floor. He curled into a ball atop it as Zane double-checked the window.

"Do you have kids?"

The soldier sighed, muscled coiling beneath his armored shirt as he leaned a hand against the wall, "Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

"You said go to sleep."

"Yeah, which implies silence."

"It's just a question."

"I got two kids. Oldest's about your age," The man eyed him with a cold smirk, "and a pain in the ass, like you."

"Are they back in Costa Rica?"

"Nah, their mom shuttled them off to some private school in London. Only hear from her when I'm late on a goddamn alimony payment."

Gray sat up soberly, "My parents are divorced, too."

"What makes you think I care?"

"Did they do something wrong? Your kids. Is that why you let her take them away?"

"I let her take them because they were little shits like you who didn't know when to keep their mouths shut." Zane barked hoarsely, "Now go to sleep before I pound you and your screaming wakes up Dopey." He nodded at Lowery's snoring frame.

Gray obeyed - with an eye-roll of which Zack would've been proud. He cupped the base of his skull in his hands and lay back, staring at the cracks in the plaster above him.

Zane snorted, satisfied he'd been obeyed. He left the room, door still ajar, to hover at the threshold as a companion called his name. A moment later he returned, gave the room a quick once-over and pointed at the little boy.

"I'll be right back. You so much as scratch your ass while I'm gone, and I'll hog-tie you for the rest of the night, you got me?"

"What's going on?" Gray propped himself up on his elbows at the sound of commotion in the hall.

"Stay." Zane slammed the door behind him, the telltale click of a lock echoing in his wake.

The moment Gray was certain the coast was clear, he scrambled for the gas lamp. Shoving a wire-backed office chair to the bullet-proof glass at the top of the wall, he stood astride it. Hoisting the lamp upwards to illuminate the window pane, Gray peered into the courtyard outside of ACU. His eyes widened at the sight that greeted him.

Merlin and another man were yanking at ropes, tugging firmly in opposite directions. The lassoes had harnessed a writhing, pint-sized creature. It squirmed on the ground, bleating furiously in its bonds.

Merlin shouted something, bright-eyed. The glass cut the sound byte. Gray watched as Tejeda limped onto the slick stone, clutching a makeshift cane. He appraised the situation for a moment before he clapped his right-hand commando on the shoulder.

"Lowery." Gray hissed.

Muffled snoring greeted him.

"Lowery!" He insisted, "Wake up! Come on, you gotta see this."

"I'm awake!" Lowery snapped out of slumber, fisting sleep out of his eyes as he lumbered over to Claire's nephew, "Would you get off that chair? You break your neck and Claire will break mine."

"Come and look at this!" Gray ignored the man, arching on his tiptoes. The lamp dangled precariously, and Lowery reached out a hand to steady it. He muttered something about setting the joint on fire as he nudged Gray's leg.

"Move over."

The two readjusted their space to share the window ledge. Lowery squinted in the dark.

"Looks like they caught something. Whatever it is, they don't seem too threatened by it."

Gray eyed him sagely, "That's because they have no idea how dangerous a Compy really is."

"Okay." Stan blew out a breath, slumping in the slick leather of the control chair. "I think I've figured it out. Hey." He prodded Zack's shoe with his own, jolting the young man out of slumber in the seat beside him. "You can sleep when you're dead. Come on."

"Maybe if your hour-long monologue about programming hadn't been so freaking boring, I wouldn't have fallen asleep in the first place." Zack hid embarrassment in a facade of irritation. He scooted his chair closer to the desk, "Where's Owen?"

"He went to board up that broken window in the cafeteria. Something about lock-down." Stan scrolled across the digital surface of the screen. His eyes were creamy pools with fiery threads floating in the mist. Shadows crept out from the bridge of his nose, curling underneath his cheekbones. Zack raised an eyebrow.

"You look like crap, man."

Stan scoffed, but didn't deny it. "Not all of us can look like Owen." There was a sort of despair in the tone that Zack could recognize. He took the high road.

"You kinda look him. You got the whole...jaw thing going on." He gestured absently at his chin when the other boy threw him a doubtful expression.

"Why'd you cover for me back there? With Owen?" Zack continued as Stan returned to his tech work, "I mean, I've seen him pissed off plenty of times, but...you know..."

"Not at you?" There was that tone again. Stan was avoiding eye contact. He'd pulled up feeds of ACU, split the screen to display the imaging.

"Nah, not really."

"Yeah, well. In the short time I've known him, I've somehow managed to piss him off pretty much every day, so...yeah." Stan muttered vaguely, "That's why."

The air cracked with an uncomfortable tang. The eldest Mitchell shifted awkwardly in his chair. "Well...thanks. Guess us quasi-cousins gotta stick together."

"That we do." Stan muttered ambiguously, before he frowned at the screen, "What the hell?" He motioned for Zack to edge in, "What is that thing?"

The boys eyed the night vision cam footage dubiously, straining against the grain of Tejeda's outline as he and Merlin skirted around a flailing form.

"It looks like some kind of animal." Stan finally offered, "I can't get a good enough shot."

"Looks too small for a dinosaur." Zack squinted, "Maybe it's some kind of wildlife?"

"Wait." Stan snapped a screenshot and zoomed in, pulling up the image and adjusting the brightness. He stabbed a finger at it, "Look at the tail. And those claws."

"And that snout." Zack's lips thinned into a line, "Isn't that..."

"It's a Compy." His quasi-cousin, aptly named, replied, "Tucker was breeding them for a personal bodyguard. They must've found a way to get inside the Wall."

"What do you think this Tejeda guy wants it for, though?"

"Whatever it is," Stan pushed away from the desk, "it isn't good. We need to tell Owen."

"Owen told us to stay here."

"Funny. I thought you were asleep for that part."

"What was that thing you woke me up to show me?"

An empty puff of breath left Stan as he resumed his seat.

"When we were last out here, Randall told everyone the Wall line cameras were blown. That way he and Tucker could pull all their crap outside the Park and nobody was wise to it." Stan's fingers thrummed, moving like the tentacles of a beached jellyfish scrambling for water, "Turns out he'd just put a virus up to block them."

"Well, can you get it down?"

"What do you think I've been doing for the past sixty minutes? Singing you lullabies?"

Zack rolled his eyes, "Did you crack it or not?"

"Of course I did." Stan mumbled, without a hint of pride but just a smidgen of offense (clearly at the suggestion that he would do anything otherwise). "It was just standard malware. A baby could've hacked it."

"Then how come no one did?"

"Because he cloaked it. Anyway, doesn't matter. Look what I found." He conjured up a fresh feed yet again. This time, the camera stared into the open, mocking mouth of the wood outside the Wall. The tall grass skittered, darting to and fro in a sporadic night-time breeze.

And then a shadow flashed by. And then another. They stalked back and forth in dizzy circles before stomping restlessly into the camera's clear eye.

Zack pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes as he leaned in over Stanley's shoulder. "They're Raptors." He breathed.

"Blue and her pack." Stan pawed at the back of his stiff, sore neck. "They've been out there all this time. I knew it, but I had to be sure. I think they followed Owen here."

"But why are they still here?"

"I think they're waiting."

"For what?"

"For him to let them in."

A look, both thrilled and terrified, passed between the two, dark-haired boys. Their joint intent was clear. It was interrupted by the sound of the open-access elevator hissing open in the room.

"Dad!" Stan smiled broadly, teeth clenched sharply. "You're back."

"Ground floor's secure." Owen was wiping his hands on a Jurassic World towel Zack was pretty sure belonged to one of the high-flying hotel rooms.

Its thread count was now irrelevant.

"Only way in is through the front door. You lock it down?"

"Yeah, it's done." Stan stood up warily from his chair, "Look, Dad, I was thinking..."

"Scoot over, Sleeping Beauty." Owen had rolled up the towel and was now flicking it at Zack. The young man dodged the missile with a good-natured scoff. "What's going on at ACU? Everyone okay?"

"Yeah...uh..." His son cleared his throat after Zack shot him an insistent look. He tried again, "So, Dad, ahem. Talking of game plans..."

"Who was talking about game plans?"

Rookie. The silent scowl from Zack did little to ease Stan's sudden bout of nerves. The young man straightened up. "Well, Dad, you know, I..."

"Aaand that's four."

Stan swallowed, "Four?"

"Four, Stan. Four 'Dad's' in...uh..." He glanced at his wrist watch, "...just under a minute. Must be some kind of record." Owen turned to his son with the ghost of a smirk tugging at his mouth.

"I...uh..." Stan felt his cheeks turn a brilliant scarlet, "I really don't get what..."

"What's going on?" His father continued to approach, closing the distance between them even as Stan involuntarily shrank backwards.

"Nothing."

"What do you want?" Owen fought a grin and began to twist the towel forebodingly.

"Nothing."

"What did you do?"

"NOTHING!" Stan lost his cool, feeling his heart thud in his chest. Luckily, his newly-appointed quasi-cousin was there to help him out.

"We just thought you might want to know that Tejeda's got a Compy!" Zack placed himself between father and son, "We saw it on the camera. We don't know what they want it for."

"Let me see." Any trace of humor had vanished from Owen's features. The man gently but firmly moved both boys aside, frowning harshly at the footage from outside ACU. Merlin and his companion were hauling the squealing Compy indoors, their grins maniacal and triumphant.

"Whatever they want it for, it ain't good, I'll tell you that much."

"That's exactly what I said." Stan muttered at his back.

"Suck-up." Zack coughed into a fist.

"What's this?" Owen unwittingly staved off a quarrel as he caught sight of the Wall feed still running in the left-hand corner of the screen. The silence that greeted his query gave platform to the name which floated on the man's next breath.

"Blue."

Owen's fingertips pressed fleetingly against the grainy green image before he turned to the boys, "You got the Wall cams working."

Stan wasn't certain it was not an accusation. He merely nodded.

Owen's lips were tight as he turned worried eyes back to the Raptors, "Wish they'd beat it. Last thing we need is Tejeda's people finding out they're there."

"Why is that a bad thing?" Stan demanded, "Blue's pack would gut them all before they even got a clear line of fire."

"Oh really?" His father's tone was clipped, "Because I had to watch Charlie get blown to shreds by a missile launcher from that exact same building." His voice rose with his final words, "They're not invincible, and they're not cannon fodder either."

"Gray is in there." Zack spoke up, "Claire is in there."

"I know that."

"With a Compy!" The boy's fist wound tight against his leg.

"I KNOW THAT!" Owen thundered, "You think adding a pack of wild, untrained Raptors in the mix is going to help anything? They could turn on Claire and Gray in a heartbeat, for all we know. I can't control them!"

"You control Blue!" Zack insisted.

"No, I don't. Blue decides if, when and how she's going to help me. Her new pack is skittish. They could charge in and slaughter everyone, including Gray and Claire, especially if they're being shot at."

"What if we just let Blue in, then?" Stan saw the merit behind his father's reasoning, but wasn't prepared to abandon the idea entirely. They needed back-up.

"How exactly are you gonna do that?" Owen raised an eyebrow, "Lift the red rope for her and close it on her pack? This ain't a VIP lounge."

"If I can figure out a way, can I do it?"

It said a good deal about the shift in their relationship that Stan would ask permission to begin with. Owen knew this, and his reluctance to deny his son was evident in the grim tightness of his mouth, even as he did so.

"No."

Stan wanted to argue, but he recognized the look, the tone. The fact that Owen actually seemed upset at having to say no to him quenched the resentment he'd normally have felt. He knew the man had his reasons. They were logical, and valid.

It didn't mean Stan would hesitate to unleash the entire Raptor pack if push came to shove. But it did somewhat quell his frustration. Stan was proud of himself when, instead of a testy growl, he managed a resigned nod in response.

The submissive gesture would normally have aroused suspicion in Owen. But the man was too busy feeling bad for tanking Stan's idea. It therefore only served to make him feel worse.

Owen ruffled his son's hair, "Don't look so moody. We have a plan, remember?"

They did.

Claire rose to her feet as Tejeda entered her makeshift prison. The man was flanked by Merlin and Eddie. Both wore malevolent smiled as they advanced on her. Claire rolled her eyes and tried not to look as terrified as she really was.

"What is this, Tejeda? I don't have time for your pathetic intimidation attempts."

"I agree. Time is definitely your most precious, and most depleted, commodity right now." The man replied frostily, before nodding at his underlings, "Bring her."

The copper-haired woman pinned Merlin with a calculating smile far more unnerving than any death glare. He stopped cold, eyes roaming up and down her body as though assessing potential danger. Her smile widened.

"Well?" Claire snapped suddenly, relishing the slight flinch this produced, "Neither of us are getting any younger - mainly, you, if that receding hairline's anything to go by, so, chop, chop!"

She sounded like someone accustomed to giving orders. She was someone accustomed to giving orders. Eddie, being someone accustomed to taking them, obliged her. He snagged Claire's elbow and bared a silver tooth at her in a crooked grin.

Merlin hung back, lids heavy, knuckles white around his gun. Something dangerous sparkled in his eyes. Claire fought the fear knotting her intestines.

Their journey led them to the basement of ACU. A room full of long rows of boxed ammo and files, it stank of grease and mold spores. Claire had only been down here twice; once to supervise a stock recount back in Masrani's heyday. The second time, during the clean-up mission, she and Owen had engaged in 'highly inappropriate sexual activity' on a stack of crates Claire later discovered held rocket launchers.

She blushed at the memory as she passed said crates. A stab of pain hit her chest and Claire realized she was afraid of never seeing Owen again. An animalistic sound bounced off the walls, and Claire began to worry her fears would be confirmed.

Tejeda, who'd stayed silent till that point, nodded at a built Asian militia standing at attention.

"Ready?"

"Yes, sir." The man waved a hand, cocking his head at Claire as though she were royalty.

It was a mocking gesture.

She carried herself like fucking Boudicca, regardless.

And then she saw what Tejeda had in wait for her, and the air went out from under her wings. Five caged Compys, darting to and fro, bouncing off the steel mesh. Their teeth were out, their claws, like so many razor blades, scratched at the floor.

They were trapped. They were frightened. And, if the ripple of bone in their scaly flanks was any indication, they were famished.

"We caught the first one scavenging." Tejeda circled the cage, one hand at the small of his back and the other on his walking stick. "Once we caught it, its cries drew out the others. They were easy enough to capture. The tiniest morsel of food and they were our prisoners. I wonder how long it has been since they properly fed."

Claire said nothing. She was back in that guard tower, rain beating down outside. Tiny teeth were tearing at her face, her eyelids, her lips. She heard the echo of Fisher's gun in her subconscious.

"Claire!" Gray's call snapped her out of her reverie. The boy had been dragged into the cellar, his shirt in Merlin's grip. The man wore a cruel smile as he hauled Gray to stand beside the cage. Without further ado, Merlin yanked the kid's wrist up so that Gray's fingers were a hair's breadth from the bars.

"Stop!" Claire shouted, darting forward only to be restrained by Eddie. She struggled in his grip, "Gray! Let him go!"

"How quickly the Ice Queen melts." Tejeda muttered humorlessly, "Perhaps now would be a good time for you to convince me to spare your nephew's hand."

"You depraved bastard! He's a child. He has nothing to do with this!"

"No? Then...why is he here?"

"He came looking for us. We're his family! Do you understand what that word means?" Claire was shaking with fury, with panic, as she wrestled against Eddie's hold, "Do you?"

"Of course I understand." Tejeda hissed, his face darkening, "Zee was my family. The men who died in the gondola were my family. Jorge was my family! They are all dead, because of you and your family."

Gray's eyes were wide, breath quickening in panic. The Compys slammed themselves against the bars, chattering and snapping.

"Time is up, Miss Dearing." Tejeda announced, "I came for a Raptor egg, and that is what you are going to get me. And you are going to get it alone. I won't trust what remain of my men into your scheming hands. Do it alone and do it quickly - for your dear nephew's sake."

"The Raptors know you've found their nesting grounds. They'll be on high alert. How the hell am I supposed to..." Claire's attempt at logic tapered off as Gray yelped. A Compy was nipping his fingertips with razor-sharp teeth.

"Alright. Alright!" She yelled at Tejeda. The man nodded at Merlin, who grudgingly removed Gray's hand from the line of fire.

"You want an egg?" Claire wrenched herself free of Eddie's grip, "I'll get you a goddamn egg!"

The sky was smudged with the promise of dawn when Claire was escorted to the front gate of ACU. She'd bid a tearful goodbye to Gray, who'd begged her not to risk her life on his account. His bravado had punched a hole in her heart, but Claire brushed it aside as she stepped into the dawn's light. The air was fresh, the island quiet.

Claire could hear blood pounding in her ears.

Tejeda stood beside her, his expression indifferent. He handed Claire a Masrani Corps backpack and a Remington.

"I assume you know how to use this."

The moment the rifle was in her grasp, Claire aimed it at Tejeda in an athletic stance. The butt-stock of the gun pressed against her shoulder as she peered down the barrel.

"My assumption was correct." He sounded pleased.

"Flattery will get you everywhere." She let the barrel drop.

Tejeda quirked a brow, "For a moment, I wondered if you had decided to do something stupid."

"Stupid's not my style."

"What is your style?"

"Efficiency." There was some subtle promise of a threat lurking there.

He ignored the jibe, "We'll leave for Costa Rica at noon. You have until then to meet us at the boats with the egg. If you do, the boy is yours. If you don't, the boy is mine - or, should I say, the Compys'."

"You should just stop saying in general." Claire slung the weapon's strap across her shoulder, "Now, if you'll excuse me; I have to go do what twelve trained professionals spent three days failing to achieve, in six hours."

"Five hours, fifty-five minutes." Tejeda corrected her acidly, "But who's counting?"

"I am. Counting down the seconds till your hideous, blackmailing face is out of sight." She took off without waiting for a reply.

She didn't look back.

"Get off my foot."

Owen rolled his eyes, "I'm not even on your foot!"

"Well, something's on my foot...ow!" Stan yelped in a whisper as Owen ended the argument by stubbing Stan's toe with his boot.

"There. Now I'm on your foot. Are we done? Can we move on?"

"Now I know what Claire meant." Stan muttered. His father looked at him askance. Stan was happy to clarify, "When she said she hated your stupid ninja missions."

"Uh huh." Owen didn't sound remotely bothered as they crouched in the foliage behind ACU, "You get that thing working yet?"

"If by 'that thing', you mean a handheld radio which has seen less action than a nun..."

"Ugh. I knew I shoulda taken Zack."

"Well, why didn't you?"

"Because," Owen peered through a pair of binoculars, "I can't just go dragging someone else's kid along on a kamikaze mission. That would be majorly irresponsible!"

"Nice. Real nice parenting, Owen."

Owen lowered the binoculars and looked incredulously at his son, "Seriously? That's the song you're singing now? Cuz this is the one you sung last night..."

Stan knew what was coming and panicked, "Okay, no, never mind. We don't need to..."

"'You never let me take risks'," Owen whined in a pitchy whisper, "'You're such a hypocrite! I'm so deprived! I wanna get shot at, too!'"

"Guys!" A voice crackled over the handheld radio. Zack didn't sound pleased, "You were supposed to check in three minutes ago!"

"Sorry." Stan mumbled into the receiver, "You got eyes on us?"

"Did Owen, like, not-so-accidentally stub your toe a second ago?"

Stan smiled acidly at his father, "Visual confirmed."

"I got Gray in the basement with Merlin and the Compys, and Lowery in the broom closet." Zack continued.

"Where's Claire?" Owen twisted to his son, "Hey." He repeated in a whisper, "Ask him where Claire is."

Stan squinted, then pointed, slack-jawed, through the bushes. "I think...isn't that her?"

"What?" The man followed his child's finger, watching as a tall, lean red-head strode purposefully away from ACU. "What the hell?" Owen raised his binoculars again. "What is she doing?"

"Is that...what is it?"

"It sure as hell ain't a Prada backpack."

"Why isn't she heading back to HQ? If she escaped..."

The man's mouth tightened grimly, "She didn't. They let her go."

His son frowned beside him, "Okay, so...isn't that a good thing?"

"No, it ain't." Owen lowered the binoculars and patted Stan's arm, "Come on. We gotta follow her."

"What about Zack and Lowery?" Stan protested, even as he followed his father through the brush.

"They're safe for now. As long as Tejeda gets what he wants."

"What does he want?"

"Guess we'll find out soon enough."

Claire was heading directly for the outskirts of the Park. Concrete gave way to mud, brick to vines. Owen's face was heavy with concern as it became apparent his fiancé was making for the Wall.

"Oh no."

"What?"

"This is bad. This is very, very bad." Owen shuffled forward in a crouch, batting aside leaves to secure a view.

"What?" Stan insisted. "What's bad? Why is it bad?"

"Oh, baby…" His father muttered to himself (or more appropriately, to Claire) as he watched her through the binoculars, "Please don't be doing what I think you're doing."

"What? What do you think she's doing? You know, if you would just stop ignoring me, I think you'd find I have a great deal of…"

"Staaan," Owen dragged out the name absently as he peered through his binoculars, "Daddy's trying to focus. Seriously? She's actually leaving the Wall?"

"If you fucking patronize me like that again, I'm going with her!"

"Remind me to wash out your mouth when we reach the next water source." The sly dig was the final straw. Stan used his rage to summon sufficient courage and smacked his dad upside the head.

It had the desired effect. Owen turned away from the binoculars to pin his son with a look of utter shock. Stan raised his eyebrows unrepentantly – while secretly bracing for retaliation.

"Yeah. That's right. I went there. What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm still deciding." Owen's tone was crossing the threshold from bewildered to vindictive.

"Guys." A voice crackled over the radio, "What's going on? Owen, did you find Claire?"

"I'm sorry, Zack." Stan replied in a frosty tone, "Owen can't answer you right now because he's trying to focus."

"Look," Zack snapped, "now's not the time for your stupid Darth Vader vs Luke Skywalker crap..."

"Hey! Vader was awesome. Skywalker was whingey. And incestuous."

"I think I have eyes on you. Are you guys near the Wall?"

"Yeah, we're tracking Claire." Owen murmured, watching his fiancé head towards a sentry tower, "She's on the move. We're hanging back in case Tejeda's got someone trailing her."

"No, no, no." Zack started to panic, "You guys have to pull her back! She can't go out there!"

"Zack, relax. Your aunt's fine. She's got a weapon, she knows how to use it. We've got her back. Everything's fine."

"It's not fine, Owen!" The young man yelled over the radio, "I'm looking at the Wall cams. The Raptors got ambushed by a bunch of Packys. It's a bloodbath out there! You have to stop her. NOW!"

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