Muldoon was still breathing heavily as he walked behind the Tyrannosaurus, making sure not to attract its attention. After Tembo's death, he had hung back, waited a bit for the Rex to wander, and he knew that it must be hungry. With the appearance of the Pachy, hitherto unknown in its territory it had now gained a new scent, one which it would follow. Now, the animal was heading north, towards the rocky area he could see ahead. That was where the stray animal had come from, and where more like it could be found. At least he presumed so by the speed with which the Rex was heading there, forcing him to a brisk walk just to keep pace with it, but again, not too close either.

Robert Muldoon felt the hot sun beat down on him as he thought briefly of Tembo, the look on his face. He swallowed, closed his eyes briefly as he took a deep breath. The look on his face. The eyes of a hunter. And in these few, frenzied seconds, he had seen something in them. Desperation? Plea for mercy? Hatred? He could not tell but the stare had been so intense. Intense and extremely so especially as he must have known what was happening, and why Muldoon had done it. Of course he had no choice, he knew that. Tembo must have known it too. But for all that Tembo had wanted, would he have doen the same? Would he have left him to die? Muldoon could not answer that, only the eyes flashed through his memory.

He did not know where he was going, but hoped for now that he could get to one of the walls, maybe a parking garage so he could get out of here. That was the plan for now, he thought. Get out of here and maybe drive looking for Finn if he could. He knew there was still security in here and he did not want to get recaptured. So he would have to be smart about it. But that also meant that he would have to make sure that there was nothing that could harm him during that too. The Rex would be a problem as well. He looked down at his SPAS-12 as he got closer, shaking his head as he thought of how he had heard one shot but the Rex had kept on coming. If it came down to it…

But it wouldn't, Muldoon thought as he walked thinking silently. It wouldn't. He would make sure it wouldn't. So he told himself as he followed the Rex, shaking inside a bit every time its massive bulk made a turn left or right. The animal was not moving in a straight line, and he noticed at intervals it had criss-crossed the pylons. It already knew that the sonic fencing was not working and that was a cause for concern, he thought. He had dealt with a Rex, two of them previously….but had managed to take it down.

This was different on an entirely new level, especially here in this place. Here it was cage by walls, not by an island. And who knew how stable these walls were? He thought of it fleetingly, but did not let himself get distracted by the immediate problem. Instead, he let the Rex go ahead, as it began walking towards the rocky path, very slowly. As the terrain began to change, he could see there were very clear and distinct tire tracks in the dirt, they must be recent too from how deep they were, and that they had not been filled in by the elements either. Other people, he thought…tightening the grip on his rifle. There was no telling how many of them there were, but he followed the path.

Rexy was slowing now, he noticed as they walked up the incline, noticing there was an abandoned jeep up the ridge. He hung back as the Rex stopped to sniff it, making sure to stay downwind of the animal. He was sure that it would take care of anything up ahead. Also he was keenly aware that he was running a very double edged sword here. If the Rex noticed him at any point, he knew it was most likely over, but he had experience in the African plains before. Every time he had stalked an animal, he had made sure that it never even noticed him. He had perfected it to the point where even with minimal cover he could stalk a prey and remain undetected. Here was the test, with stalking an animal that had already bested a hunter equal to him.

As the rex continued to sniff the abandoned jeep, Muldoon slid to the ridge where walking would be tougher for the Rex. He noticed there was a body down there, he frowned, realizing the scent of blood…would it attract the rex? It was a possibility to him, he had no way of knowing how the animal would react now that it was outside the barrier of its small contained area. In Nublar, the Rex had responded by following the scent of prey…that had been close to its paddock. Here, it seemed that the barriers were even closer then that. So there should be plenty of different scents and smells around that the Rex was smelling right now. So it was following the scent and right now was probably curious, smelling out her new territory to see what was there.

He slowly began to walk back up the slope, keeping a weather eye on the Rex. He was no fool, he knew that at any instant, it could turn around, and it would all be over for him. The gun in his hand….would be nothing at all to a creature this size. But he looked at the jeep, his interest there as he knew if he could get it started, then he would be able to get to one of the garages, make his escape. But it would have to be carefully done. Because he knew that the animal had good hearing. Nublar had informed him of that, and so he was careful not to ever once underestimate these animals, knowing what they were capable of. That was how you got killed…but he had a feeling for some reason.

Call it intiuition, but he had a feeling. A gut feeling, and he felt it when the rex moved on. He quickly siddled to the edge of jeep, keeping an eye on the rex. The problem of the corpse could not be entertained right now with death realistically so close. But it was probably one of the raptors, he had seen them with his own eyes and they could easily kill a man, a careless security guard who had no clue that truly wild dinosaurs were lurking in this manufactured safari park. And that Muldoon wouldn't care. He looked, and saw the Rex was stopping. What now? He stepped forward, crouched downwind as he saw there were a few more jeeps ahead. The Rex was low to the ground. Sniffing something. Low to the ground, he crouched down as well, to see what it was. The smell hit him. Fresh. Blood. Bodies…two of them, the Rex was sniffing it. And it made sense. A predator scavenging would go for the fresher kill… and he realized then that he had a very close shave. He frowned.

Two bodies though. The Rex meanwhile began to feed, tearing off the limbs of the corpses as it filled its belly. Another predator had passed through here. Recently. Muldoon added it up. The older corpse…the jeeps ahead…they had come from a different direction. He turned again. The Jeep…. There were more seats in the jeeps ahead then there were bodies. Which meant more security. Where were they? The three corpses. A predator. Again. Same one? It was likely. Which meant…two things. The uniforms on the bodies, he could see it, remember it from the control room. Security. Also. The other predators territory was nearby. But…that was something wrong.

Biosyn did not seem to know about their little pest control issue yet, he thought. So what was it that they could be… Finn. He realized as it tied together. They were after Finn. And the man probably had no idea what he was into, and there was a Rex nearby. Oh well, you learn to swim by diving in the deep end, Muldoon had always thought as he jumped off the side of the road, watching Rexy continue to eat. That would preoccupy her for a while. Hopefully give him some room to escape when security came back. That would be a fun little surprise. But as for him, he saw there was a bunker ahead. The door was slightly ajar and it was on a little incline. He thought about going in there, hiding until the Rex had passed but it was risky. Biosyn would check if they saw the door closed, and with other predators around, he could not afford to leave it open. Plus there was a chance they would retrieve the other jeep again. He couldn't chance it, it was way to risky in his opinion.

But something else cought his eye, and he was temporarily distracted by it. Could it be? Yes…it was….there were footprints he could tell even from this distance. They weren't there. He looked to the side, the slope alongside the path. Disturbed, even from this distance. And then directly down. A tracker like him could tell… Finn had gone done that way, that was for sure, he realized and was pursued by security. He looked up at Rexy, saw she was still distracted and decided not to push his luck. It was probably more then time for him to take his leave, Muldoon thought as he slid off the side of the road. He could see the depressed leaves, and there was a low plateau beyond and he managed to scramble down, all the while keeping an eye on the Tyrannosaur above, making sure that it did not get any ideas about him for its next meal. He reached the plateau, and noticed that there was a maze….there was a multitude of footprints below, and he could tell that there had been a few people going this way previously.

Following them did not seem like a good idea, but he might have to go indirectly. He was walking on a game trail, he knew and he could tell by the big pile of shit in the corner there were large herbivores here. He quickly scanned for an alternate path, and found one in the upward incline. He scrambled up it, knowing that the hilly nature of the terrain would make it difficult for the Rext to pursue. Plus he had a feeling the Rex would not, as he knew about how these animals intereacted somewhat in others territories. In the African Savannah, Lions would steer clear of Jackals or Hyenas when in packs…which was a particularly disturbing analogy right now for him as he thought it through. He was not moving quickly enough through the territory and that was probably a bad precedent. He was moving as fast as he could, but that was probably never enough especially with predators of this magnitude.

Yes it was highly likely he thought earlier that this was the territory of some other predator. Not native….and his mind knew immediately what that must be. He sighed as he reached the incline and could see the area more clearly. There was a winding path below to a low gully, and he recalled something of what Rossiter had said he couldn't quite remember. Something about this discomforted him greatly as the thoughts began to swirl around his head. He could see the path he was on led it roundabout, and he began to walk slowly, breathing hard as he did so, checking the amount of shells he had. Not that many. Four…five. But so far he ran into no animals, other then the one on the ridge behind him, and he was glad for that to be perfectly honest about it. If it had been a quarry, there were always going to be places where miners had abandoned a strike. He knew that.

Muldoon walked down the incline towards the quarry bottom, the maze like atmosphere of it sometimes making him feel constricted but at the same time he felt his heart thumping. He was walking into it now, he oculd have just tried to hide in the bunker but he had a feeling he was personally long past that option. No, he must try and satisfy himself on his gut feeling about what this was leading to. He needed to get Finn back if he was still alive…and they needed to get the hell out of this place, he thought as he turned the corner, and saw it. Yes, that was definitely it. Down there as he crouched he could clearly distinguish about a dozen or so people, alls situated around a large opening in the rock. This was it, if there was any.

And now he knew from hearing Grant's report about the nest on Nublar…there was probably more then one…he scanned the horizon, as he saw what he was looking for, on the opposite side of the rock face, there was unmistakably two compys darting into a dark void in the earth. There it was. He thought. Robert Muldoon smiled as he slid down the incline, taking a deep breath as he looked at the darkness and knew what awaited him. Finn was in there somewhere, and he probably did not even know what he had stumbled into. He frowned as he walked in, knowing that was it.

Time to live dangerously, he thought as he pumped his rifle, crossing the darkness, and coming into a low chamber. Yes, he had reached the right place, Muldoon immediately knew as he looked inside, and saw Finn and…Richard Levine both huddled against a rock at one end of the chamber. They did not seem to notice him. He was about to go towards them, but then he stopped in his tracks, realizing the reason for their hesitation. "Mother of god." He swore under his breath as he took in the scene in front of him, understanding now what he had feared was grown real. And that they had all just walked right into it.

The Raptor Nest.