InGen Security's hummer had headed for the safari village, as Hoskins and his men planned to retrieve clothes or uniforms left in the abandoned buildings that would allow them to disguise themselves as tourists or park staff.
Then, their plan was to take the road that ran along the Western Cordillera, up to the top of the Southern Plateau, and abandon the hummer somewhere there and reach Burroughs on foot before mingling with the people waiting to be evacuated.

But as they approached the village from the north, driving up a grassy slope, the driver stopped the vehicle quite suddenly once at the top.

"Why did you stop?" Hoskins asked him.

"The road is blocked, sir," the driver replied.

"By what?"

From his seat, Hoskins could only distinguish thanks to the headlights the dark brown bodies of enormous quadruped animals, whose white-striped forelegs were frailer than their hind legs. Their elongated skull was ended by a flattened toothless beak.

"Dinosaurs. Duckbills," the driver said.

Hoskins leaned forward to look better. He counted a little more than half a dozen of individuals, a small herd among which he saw a horse-sized juvenile.
Following the powerful explosion that occurred a few minutes earlier, the animals were very agitated.
They were frequently bellowing in addition to trample the ground and shake their necks.

"Are they dangerous?" Asked the mercenary seated next to Hoskins.

"It doesn't seem so to me and they don't look aggressive," the one seated next to the driver observed. "They just look like big cows."

"Very big cows then...," the first said, impressed by the size of the dinosaurs ahead, as the adults were as large as buses.

"They look stressed, it must be because of the explosion we heard a few moments ago," the second remarked.

As the duckbills didn't seemed to be disposed to move aside, the irritated driver pressed the horn.

"Come on, move aside dammit!"

The animals just got more agitated and the skin flap above their nostrils started to vibrate as they made deep sounds that betrayed their anxiety.

Suddenly, two of them stepped aside to let another individual, a huge black beast with fresh bite and claws marks on his back and sides, walk towards the hummer. Bucephalus.

Hoskins recognized at this moment the species:

"They're shantungosaurs..."

Once nothing else stood between Bucephalus and the vehicle, he looked at his and stood on his hind legs, with his head some eight meters above the ground, before letting out a loud deafening bellow.
While their ears were ringing, Hoskins remembered that the males of this species of hadrosaur hated horn sounds.

"Stop honking!" He barked to the driver. "You will get us killed!"

The driver obeyed but Bucephalus, already determined to respond to the humans' provocation, readopted a quadrupedal stance and rushed towards the hummer.

Seeing him charging head first, Hoskins got scared and opened his door to hurry out of the vehicle.

He fled towards the slope, and hoped that the other passengers had the same reaction as him.
But they had hesitated and when they wanted to go out, it was too late.

Hoskins heard the shantungosaur give a powerful head blow on one of the vehicle's sides, tipping it over.

The mercenaries' screams of terror irritated even more Bucephalus and he gave another blow in the hummer, flipping it on its roof, before striking the bedside several times with his forelegs while the mercenaries continued to yell.

Some of the voices lost in intensity and then Bucephalus leaned on the bedside with all his strength.
Facing the exerted pressure, the vehicle's body deformed and all the passengers but one, whether they were dead or still alive, were trapped in the hummer.

The mercenary who managed to get out of the hummer crawled through a door window that had burst into pieces and seeing Hoskins reach the top of the slope, he prepared to get up in order to join him but a weight crashed on his neck and he heard it as well as his spine break before being greeted by oblivion.

Hoskins turned around and saw the inert body of the mercenary pinned to the ground by one of Bucephalus' foreleg.

The hadrosaur looked at the director of the security division, staring at him without a sound while condensation came out of his nostrils.

Faced with the vision of the monstrous duckbill standing in front of his herd next to the tipped over hummer whose headlights faded into the night, Hoskins panicked but when he turned, his foot stumbled in a small rocky projection and he fell forward, making him tumble down the slope.

During his descent, he suddenly felt a pain at the top of the skull when it hit a stone.

As he was still rolling in the grass towards a bush in a damp hollow, Hoskins lost consciousness.