A/N: So here is the next part of the storm. Right now, I'm trying to keep the scenery as accurate as possible while looking at the Jurassic World map. It's sort of a pain, but eh, it worked out.

There are a bunch of theories about the submarine. Way to go with your guesses. lol, it will take a while before it comes up again though. I wonder who will figure it out first. Well, even if someone does, I can't say so anyways because that would ruin the surprise.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic World or anything about it. I do love dinosaurs though.

'Don't worry, they said,' Owen thought humorlessly as he kept trudging glumly behind the others with his rifle at the ready. 'Nothing will go wrong this time, they said.'

Owen glared at the ground, taking note of the footprints the others were leaving behind on the wet grass. If he were worried about other humans finding them, he would have reprimanded them. As it was, he doubted the dinosaurs on this island would bother with something like footprints. They weren't smart enough for that. Well, except for the Velociraptors and Indominus Rex. The others, though, would never bother to look down and follow footprints. Especially what with their sense of smell and all. Still, the thought of it left him uneasy. He could only hope that the rain pounding down from above would be hard enough to clean off their scent from the air.

The others were jittery and looking around quickly as if they were expecting an attack every second. It wasn't a bad mentality to have, but as it was now, they were just needlessly stressing themselves out. Owen would have said something, but he didn't want to risk being heard by something else. He knew it was a small risk, but he had learned after hearing about the fates of other past workers that it was better to be safe than sorry. He really didn't want to be sorry. Here, being sorry usually meant being eaten by a dinosaur or chewed out by Claire. He still wasn't quite sure which about which was worse.

A flash of lightning lit up the world around them. For a second, everything was suddenly very clear. In that second, Owen's eyes darted around wildly, trying to take in as much as he could. The others did the same. In a second, the world became dark again and the sound of thunder immediately followed. Owen couldn't be sure, but he could have sworn he heard a roar alongside it. On the plus side, there were no dinosaurs in the immediate area from what he could tell. On the down side, there were no dinosaurs in the immediate area so they'd have to continue on to look for them.

Ray had apparently thought of the same thing, since he started to keep on moving forward. Ron followed immediately. George and Aaron followed after very noticeable hesitance. They quickened their pace at the sound of a distant roar though. Owen looked in the direction he thought it had come from. It seemed to be from the side. It was where it was supposed to be, so it wasn't a major problem. They were just there to get the ones who wandered out of the area. Still, it would be a problem to just leave it alone, it could follow them. But he doubted that they had enough tranqs to deal with every dinosaur that they came across. It would be better to leave it be. Owen reluctantly turned back to the group and started to run after them, keeping his head down and making sure to freeze every time lightning flashed. A moving target in the light was a dead target.

Up ahead, the others had stopped and were all surrounding something on the ground. He couldn't be sure, but he thought they all seemed paler than usual. That could be because of the cold morning air though.

'Please don't be a dead body. Please don't be a dead body.' Owen thought anxiously as he sprinted closer.

Once he was close enough to see what they were looking at, he wondered if he should be relieved or worried. There were footprints on the ground. Clawed footprints. It didn't match any of the records he had seen during training. There was a bunch of them, small footprints that were walking around randomly. That wasn't so bad, if it weren't for the fact that there shouldn't be any dinosaurs that size in the Cretaceous Cruise area. Still, the real issue was the fact that all of those small footprints were inside of an even bigger footprint. He was pretty sure that he had seen that bigger footprint before.

"Metriacanthosaurus…" Ron breathed out in shock. He took a step back from the footprint and glanced around uneasily.

'Right, that thing. I thought so.' Owen was more concerned about the little feet now though. They were definitely out of place. They looked sort of familiar, but he couldn't be 100% sure.

"It sure looks like it." Ray agreed. He stood up straight and looked around for more footprints. There were some going off in the same direction. A straight line towards the first aid station. Luckily, no one was there currently because of the storm.

"Metri-wha?" Aaron asked. He gazed unceasingly at the footprint while keeping a shaking hand on his rifle.

"Metriacanthosaurus," Owen said helpfully. He moved away from the footprint and moved away from the others to keep an eye on the other side. "You know, 12 feet tall, 26 feet long, weighs 2 tons… Carnivorous."

"Oh…" Aaron backed away from the footprint. "Right… That one."

"Will these tranqs be enough for it?" George asked. It was a pretty valid question. No tranq was made with a dinosaur in mind. Elephants? Sure. Rhinos? Definitely. Humans? Of course. Dinosaurs? That was iffy.

"They will be," Ron answered confidently. "These tranqs were specially made for these dinosaurs. We have different types for each kind of dinosaur on the island, to be safe. They have to be, after the ones meant for elephants were so horribly ineffective during the whole Jurassic Park fiasco."

"It could be worse though," Owen snickered as a morbid thought hit him. "It could have been Rexy that had escaped during this storm. Then we'd have to hunt her."

"Don't even joke about that!" George hissed at Owen. "That would be impossible for anyone. She's like a force of nature."

"Can't argue with that assesment," Ron agreed. "From the reports I've read, she managed to take out 3 different teams that were sent out to subdue her. In the end, they had to aim to kill to take her down. Even then, they barely managed. I'm pretty sure they got in a lucky shot after she got tired out from killing so many people."

"Riveting," Ray deadpanned. "But enough about her. Right now, we're dealing with a loose Metriacanthosaurus. If it gets to the first aid station, there will be damage possibly. If it decides to pass the first aid station, it could go either to the call center or the hotel. Either of those options is bad. So, we're going after it. Now."

"On foot would be best," Owen added. "It could react badly to hearing or seeing a car. Plus, it would know we were coming from the sound. We may be slower on foot, but we'd have a better shot at retaining the element of surprise. That's paramount right now."

"Right," Ron checked over his rifle. Nodding in satisfaction, he moved up to Owen. "I agree, let's do this."

"But…" Aaron hadn't moved from his spot by the footprint.

"But…?" Owen asked.

"But what about the small footprints?" Aaron asked uneasily.

"That is a problem," Ray agreed agitatedly. He looked over the footprints in bemusement. "I've never seen footprints like those ones before. They seem to belong to a baby dinosaur. But that can't be possible. Dr. Wu fixed the error from last time to make sure that the current dinosaurs can't change sex to have babies."

"Nature finds a way though, right?" Aaron said unhelpfully.

Ray glared at him. "Well, I suppose that that is true."

Owen took another look at the smaller footprints. He had to admit, they did look pretty familiar. But still, he couldn't narrow it down. It had to be a baby dinosaur, obviously. It probably just looked different because it was so small. If it was a size he was used to, he figured he would be able to recognize it easier. He couldn't help but wonder why there were so many though. They were all over the place. Shrugging, he decided it wasn't that relevant right now.

"We'll ignore it for now though," Ron said. "It's too small to be a threat. For now, we should definitely focus on the Metriacanthosaurus. It's the main threat here. The longer we talker, the closer it can get to people."

"Yeah, let's move out." Ray broke into a sprint. He kept his head low and made sure to keep his rifle at the ready.

Ron, George, and Aaron swiftly followed after him. Owen took one last glance at the footprints before following after them. He couldn't help but feel uneasy though. It felt like something was watching him. But still, that couldn't be. A regular dinosaur would have attacked them by now if it had them all in its sight. So what could it be?

"I really do hope that you're all fixing the problems," Claire said calmly. Though anyone who heard her tone would know that she was anything but calm. If anything, she was very livid right now. "We can't affording missing anything and having things go from bad to worse. Right?"

"We're working on it, boss." Lowery said agitatedly. His fingers ran across his keyboard as he tried to get the necessary systems to start back up. It was a really slow process, but one by one, areas were lighting up again and camera feeds were going back online on the main screen.

"Rexy seems to be ok, at least." Vivian said in relief.

Claire and Zara turned to look at the screen showing the T. Rex Kingdom. Rexy was sleeping peacefully in her nest. It seemed that the storm was just a minor consequence for her.

"How can anything sleep peacefully in a storm like this?" Zara asked in awe.

"Maybe she's used to it," Lowery muttered. "In any case, let's just be thankful. The only major issue right now is the dinosaurs in the Cretaceous Cruise area. We have a lot to look out for there. Most of our men are stationed by the river, to ensure that dinosaurs like the Suchomimus don't swim downstream. The Baryonyx is another issue, but they'll probably just wait the storm out in a shelter. The Metriacanthosaurus, on the other hand, may try to find food. They eat the most, something like this will keep them up and about."

"And what about Vic?" Claire asked agitatedly. "Has there been any word from him yet?"

"We got a message a little while ago," Vivian answered. She glanced at the message to double-check its contents. "It seems like he was securing a perimeter with his men. He's heading towards the Cretaceous Cruise to help out now though."

"Well that sure is helpful of him." Zara muttered to Claire.

Claire sighed angrily. "Fine. Make sure to let me know when he gets there. What about the others?"

"They're doing about as well as we can expect," Lowey hit a few more keys and checked over the medical info streaming in. "Their vitals are ok. Uh, looks like Owen's group is on the move though."

Zara started paying more attention. "How can you tell? I thought the cameras in that area were still down."

"They are," Lowery ground out in irritation over that fact. "Still, I can see their vitals. Their heartbeats have all sped up. Now I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure their heartbeats would be a lot faster if they were being chased or something."

"Don't worry about it," Claire said dismissively. "They're trained; they know what they're doing. Focus on the systems, Lowery."

"On it…" Lowery minimized the window and started debugging again.

Vivian looked at him sympathetically before starting to help him out.

Lowery grinned at her in thanks.

Off to the side though, Zara kept looking at Owen's vitals on the main screen with dread.

"Are you ok there, Zara?" Claire asked.

"I'm fine Claire," Zara took a deep breath and turned to smile at Claire. "Really, I'm just anxious for this whole thing to end so I can go grab some food. Though, I suppose NOBU may be closed after this."

"Do you think so?" Claire smirked. "I doubt Nobunaga would let a measly super storm stop him."

"You've got a point," Zara laughed. "He's the kind of man that would keep it open and keep cooking even if he was dying."

"Are you going with anyone?" Claire asked casually.

Zara's heart stopped. "Uh, no. No, I'm not. I just had a real craving for sushi today. That's all."

"I see…" Claire turned back to check over the monitors. "Well, don't worry. I bet you'll get some soon. This situation shouldn't take that much longer to be resolved."

"I hope you're right," Zara murmured. She glanced at the monitors uneasily. "I doubt this park can survive a repeat of the the first incident."

"We're a lot better equipped than they were though," Vivian broke in. She turned to look at Zara. "Are you worried about the situation or someone in particular?"

"Is this the time to be asking something like that?" Zara glared at Vivian frostily. Her heartbeat, though, was beating frantically at the thought of someone realizing her reason for wanting the situation to be over as soon as possible.

"I suppose not," Vivian smiled at Zara and turned back around. "My apologies, Ms. Young."

"Mhm…" Zara looked at Vivian for a few moments before walking away.

"What was that about?" Lowery asked quietly once Zara was out of earshot.

"Huh?" Vivian feigned ignorance. "That? It was nothing. Just a girl thing. Forget it ever happened."

Lowery looked back to check on Zara. After seeing the angry expression on her face, he quickly turned back around and nodded shakily. "Yeah, ok. That works for me."

"Good," Vivian checked Lowery's screen. "How are things on your end?"

"Fine," Lowery cross-referenced some issues with the past log. "Hey, did we miss an alarm?"

"I thought that happened!" Vivian found the entry that Lowery was looking at. "Save that for later, it seems to be a minor thing. I wonder why it even showed up. It's in this building. But still… That's an empty room. It could just be an error. We'll look into it after this whole mess is cleared up."

"Sounds good to me," Lowery archived the entry and started to work on the debugging again. "By the way, it seems like Vic went over to the river."

"Did he?" Vivian checked the messages. At this point, they couldn't get a stable radio connection with anyone. It was always full of static. Because of that, they would just call or text to leave messages. It was basically phone tag. It was a pain, but at least it was somewhat reliable. "So that's how it is. Figures that he's into gator hunting. I guess he wanted to try his shot at taking out a Suchomimus."

"Do you think he'll manage to do it?" Lowery asked conversationally.

"We shouldn't make bets about things like that." Vivian said sternly.

"Who said anything about betting?" Lowery asked innocently.

Vivian raised an eyebrow at him.

Lowery turned away. "Just 10 dollars…"

"Lowery…" Vivian sighed. "No."

"Fine," Lowery huffed and started moodily typing in commands onto his keyboard with only one finger. "You're no fun…"

"I just want you all to know that this is not how I wanted to spend my morning." Aaron said crossly. He was breathing heavily from walking so much. The rain was making this place swampier than normal. It would be great on any other day. But during a hunt, it was really taxing on the human body.

"We know," Ray sighed angrily. "You've only mentioned that fact like eight times already. If you do it one more, I'll shoot you." He finger was twitching by his rifle's trigger. It definitely wasn't an idle threat. Aaron took notice and backed away tentatively.

"Just 8?" Owen couldn't believe it. It seemed like 18 to him. He thought back and tried to think about it just to be sure. It couldn't have been just 8. "Are you sure that's right? It can't be."

"Stop messing around," Ron glared at all of them. "This isn't the time to squabble. Something, like the Metriacanthosaurus, might hear us. And none of us want that, right? Why can't you all be more like George? He's been quiet this entire time."

Owen was about to retort that it wasn't his fault until he realized something. He looked around slowly before turning back to Ron. "Um, where did he go?"

"What?" The others stopped and looked around. George was indeed gone.

"When did that happen?!" Ray looked around wildly. There was no sign of George at all.

Owen checked the ground. There were no footprints in the immediate area. Even the Metriacanthosaurus tracks that they were following were gone. That wasn't a good sign. "It couldn't have been that long ago. Should we backtrack?"

"We should," Ron said before Ray could say anything potentially negative. "We can't leave a man behind."

"We have no choice I guess," Ray turned around and started back in the direction they came from. "Follow me. Stay close. And no matter what, don't lose sight of me. Got it?"

"Sir, yes sir!" Owen said sardonically before dutifully following behind him.

Ray glared at him briefly before sighing and walking forward. Ron pushed Owen lightly as if in anger though the smile on his face gave away his amusement at Owen's answer. Owen grinned back and walked by Ron's side.

"So, be quiet as if we weren't really here like George is what you meant?" Owen asked playfully. "That's kind of hard to do, you know."

"Shut up," Ron shot back. "That was the ideal. I still think he wouldn't have complained as much as the lot of you if he were here."

"I'm sure," Owen scoffed. "Regardless though, let's just hope we find him alive."

"Do you think he might be dead?" Aaron asked fearfully.

Owen and Ron regarded each other restlessly before looking ahead to stare doggedly at Ray's back. "There's a small chance…"

Aaron gulped and unlocked his rifle.

Owen wanted to admonish him for leaving it locked this whole time, but decided against it. Aaron seemed awfully twitchy. It was probably for the best that it had been locked. It would suck if one of them had been killed by friendly fire. The tranqs in these rifles may be able to knock out a dinosaur, but it was definitely lethal against humans. That wasn't how he wanted to go.

Up ahead, Ray stopped and knelt by the ground.

"What's up?" Ron asked.

Ray held up a water bottle.

"Great," Owen huffed and looked away. "Litter, that's just what we need."

"That's not it dumbass," Ray threw it at Owen, hitting his chest with it. "It's got George's name on it."

"Oh?" Owen picked it up and took a close look at it. The rain was wrecking his vision, but with the lightning flashing, he could just barely make out the name on it. It did seem to say George on it. Either that or Greg. It was close enough. "Looks like he went off in this direction then. I wonder why."

"He had better have a good reason," Ray growled. "If he doesn't, I'm going to take him out. I figured Aaron would be my problem today, not him."

"Hey!" Aaron was about to say more but then thought better of it. "Asshole…"

"Let's just go," Ron butted in to stop them from fighting. "We'll get him and th-"

A sudden clap of thunder cut off what he was about to say. But that wasn't why they all froze. Accompanying the thunder clap was the very distinctive roar of a dinosaur. Slowly, they each turned to look in the direction it was coming from. The same direction that they figured George had gone in. Coming out of the tree line was George. His rifle was gone and he was screaming at the top of his lungs. They couldn't hear him over the rain and roaring though. Immediately after he got out of the tree line, the trees behind him shook and parted to show the very angry, and probably very hungry, face of the creature chasing him.

"Son of a bitch!/Shoot it!/Madre de Dios!" Each one of them shouted out at the same time.

The Metriacanthosaurus had finally been located.

EXTRA

"Woah!" Lowery exclaimed at the sight of a limping and bloody Owen. "What the Hell happened to you?"

"You don't want to know…" Owen muttered tiredly.

"Um, I think that I do." Lower said.

Owen rolled his eyes. "Let's just say that I'm sort of regretting being a Raptor Trainer now."

"Why do you say that?" Lowery asked.

"I wish I had some guys to be around…" Owen mumbled.

"Dude!" Lowery lightly punched Owen's arm. "I'm a dude!"

"Huh?" Owen blinked and turned to look at Lowery. "Oh, hey man. What's up?"

"That's what I want to know! What happened to you?" Lowery questioned.

"Oh, this?" Owen sat down and sighed. "It's apparently Velociraptor mating season…"

"What…?" Lowery stared at Owen. "Y-you mean…"

"Yeah," Owen turned away uncomfortably. "I barely managed to get out of the paddock after they tried to jump my bones. If Barry wasn't there… Well, it wouldn't have been pretty."

"Oh man…" Lowery laughed. "They tried to...? T-that's just hilarious…"

"Laugh it up," Owen glared at Lowery. "At least I can get some. Even if it is from a pack of Velociraptors. How's your sex life going?"

Lowery shut up very quickly after that remark.

A/N: I am really glad that they posted a park map on the Jurassic World website. That, and what dinosaurs are where. It helps keeps things real. Though honestly, I am a big fan of the main street area and would like to eat there, well, after seeing Rexy though.

The hunt is drawing to an end. The problems, that they know of, are pretty much taken care of. The only problem now is… Well, subduing the Metriacanthosaurus.

I was thinking about having Owen sent off to another area soon. You know, to help out. If there is any particular area you'd like, say so in the reviews. Just make sure it actually exists. Check the park map and see where you'd like him to go. Or just pick an area you saw in the movie, either way works.

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