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Owen motioned for them to follow him as they stepped out from behind the truck. They slowly crept along the length of it, and then around the front. Franklin jumped as a dinosaur bellowed somewhere behind them. Briana just put a finger to her lips and pulled him along.

Ahead of them, Emily could hear a dinosaur keening in pain. Owen crept around to the back of the truck the noise was coming from, the rest of them following, and cautiously poked his head in.

"Oh my god!" Zia spoke from inside. "You guys are alive!"

"Shhh," Owen hissed. He helped Franklin up into the truck, then ducked inside himself. Claire followed, and Briana motioned Emily in ahead of her.

So, Emily clambered up. Blue was strapped to a table, Zia standing there with a stethoscope. Lizzy was crouched by Blue's head, a muzzle at her feet, softly stroking Blue in an effort to calm her down.

And Sam was standing behind Zia, and locked eyes with Emily immediately.

"Em…"

And she hurried toward him, heedless of Blue's thrashing. He raised his hands to take hers, and she immediately noticed they were handcuffed. Tightly handcuffed.

"Sam, what did they do?"

"Nothing." His voice was choked with emotion. "Just cuffed me and threw me in this truck. I, thought you were dead."

She let go of his hands and looked up to meet his eyes.

"It takes more than Isla Nublar to kill me; I think we've proven that at this point."

He smiled just a little, and Emily added, "You're sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." He smiled softly. "I'm okay."

Blue screeched in pain behind them, and Sam immediately shifted focus.

"Zia, keep putting pressure on her wound."

"God," Owen murmured, "Look what they did to her…"

Lizzy just muttered, "Wish we knew who 'they' were."

"Animal traffickers." Briana answered. "Probably going to sell the dinosaurs. But I've got a backup plan."

Emily turned a little, slipping her hand into Sam's. "What backup plan?"

Briana reached into her shirt pocket and pulled out a small recording device. "This. Plus, a lawyer friend of mine wrote up the contract that had them pay me 5 million to come back to the island." She smirked. "And I bet Mills didn't read the fine print."

Lizzy raised an eyebrow, "What's in the fine print?"

"If any of us are injured, they're required to pay for all medical bills."

"Oh, that's genius." Lizzy laughed. "And you've caught it all on video, so I bet we can land Wheatley with some additional charges."

Emily murmured, "Mills too. He's got to be involved with Wheatley."

Sam peered over Zia's shoulder, "Well, either way, they need Blue for something else. They're not selling her."

"Like what?" Claire asked.

Emily pulled off her hat, setting it aside. "If I had to bet, something to do with genetics."

Blue thrashed, screeching in pain.

"Shit…" Sam swore. "She's hemorrhaging, and I can't do anything with these stupid things on," he held up his handcuffed wrists, "and at this rate, even if I could do something, she's lost so much blood that she'd die during the operation."

"So, we get a blood transfusion." Lizzy said, shushing Blue gently.

Zia's eyes lit up, "If there's another three fingered therapod on board, that'll work. Anybody know how to draw blood?"

Claire nodded, "I did a blood drive with the Red Cross once."

"Perfect, you can come with then. Franklin, put pressure on that wound." Zia grabbed some equipment, and motioned Claire to follow her.

"I'll do it." Emily stepped into Zia's place and applied pressure to Blue's wound. Blood spurted up, splattering all over her. Emily winced but ignored it.

Owen locked eyes with Claire, "Be careful."

Claire nodded, and she and Zia hopped out.

"Oh my gosh!" Lizzy jumped up. "I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner! Anybody have a bobby pin?"

"Yeah." Emily answered, "You can grab one out of my bun, it's falling out anyways."

Lizzy took it out of Emily's bun and crossed to Sam. And inserted the bobby pin into the lock on his handcuffs. Which clicked and clattered to the floor of the truck.

"Thanks Lizzy."

"No problem."

"Sam," Emily got his attention, "She's bleeding a lot."

He crossed to her, "Apply more pressure."

Emily nodded and did so. Blue screeched again, making her flinch. God, if her Dad could see her right now…

It was roughly ten minutes before Zia and Claire climbed back into the truck. In Claire's arms was a large bag, full of blood. Zia had a smear of something on her cheek, but was grinning.

Sam swallowed, still right beside Emily. "Zia, set the transfusion up. I'll have to walk you through the procedure, my hands aren't steady enough."

For the first time, Emily noticed how raw his wrists were. And he was right, his hands were shaking like leaves.

Zia nodded and started setting up. In no time at all, Emily was stepping back, and Zia took her place.

"Alright," Sam sighed, "Make an incision in her leg. Yeah, right there."

Carefully, Zia made the incision. Emily took a step back as Blue screeched in pain again. At some point, Owen had removed her muzzle.

"Good. Now use those, yep, those ones, to hold the wound open so you can get at the bullet."

"Shhh," Owen shushed Blue.

Lizzy murmured, "She's crying… I didn't know she could do that."

"Now reach in there and grab the bullet."

"Got it!" Zia exclaimed. She held it out, "Can somebody…?"

"Here—" Emily held out her hand, "—I'll take it."

Zia dropped the bloody bullet in her hand. Sam leaned over the young paleovet's shoulder, "Awesome job. Now stitch it up and she should be fine."

Owen breathed a sigh of relief from his spot by Blue's head and Lizzy grinned. Emily just let out a breath; one problem done, a billion more to go.

Emily woke first. Sam's head was on her shoulder. He looked so peaceful, leaning against her, his chest rising and falling. She glanced down at where their hands were intertwined. His wrist had left a smear of blood on her leg. She frowned; they still looked completely raw.

She rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand, jumping a little as the boat horn sounded. Across from them, Claire woke, looking a little sheepish to find herself practically laying on Owen. Emily knew they'd broken up, but anyone with eyes could tell they still had feelings for each other.

Franklin really jumped at the horn, sitting straight upright almost immediately. Briana was already awake, checking over her weapons.

Sam squeezed her hand as he stirred, murmuring, "Did you sleep?"

"Yes, surprisingly."

"Good."

Lizzy sat up on Emily's other side. Zia was already up, poking her head out of the flaps at the back of the truck.

"Looks like we're arriving somewhere." The young paleovet swore, "Wheatley's coming!"

Emily jumped up, pulling Briana behind the table Blue was on, out of sight of the door. Where Owen, Claire and Franklin had hid, she had no idea.

"Hey," Emily could hear Wheatley opening the flaps of the truck, "She got a heartbeat?"

"Yeah." Lizzy responded. "Do you?"

Zia snorted a laugh, and Emily could hear Wheatley grumbling something before Zia muttered an "All clear."

Emily stood, quickly moving away from Blue. Sam gently took her hand as Briana said, "If we stay in here, we'll get caught."

"Blue will be fine, correct?" Owen asked.

"Yes." Sam answered. "Zia, Lizzy and I can handle her."

Emily swallowed, "Then the rest of us should leave, and figure out another way off this boat."

"And try to bust these guys if you can," Lizzy added.

"Exactly."

Sam squeezed her hand, murmuring, "Please be careful Em."

"I will." She stepped back as Briana came over with his handcuffs.

Sam grimaced as he saw them, but as soon as he noticed Emily watching, he forced a smile.

She stepped forward, murmured, "Screw it," and kissed him, hard. His arms were around her in a second, and they pulled back. He gently rested his forehead against hers.

"Love you Em…" he whispered.

"I love you too." Emily took a deep breath and raised her head to meet his eyes. "Be careful. We're gonna get out of this."

"We better, we've got a wedding to make."

Emily smiled, "Yes, we do."

And she stepped back, letting Briana careful replace Sam's handcuffs. Emily walked over to join Owen, Claire, and Franklin. Briana followed.

"Wait," Lizzy said, "I'm coming with you."

"You sure? Wheatley will notice you're gone," Owen said.

"Oh please," Zia scoffed, "that man is about as observant as a rock."

"Alright."

Lizzy followed them out the back of the truck. They hadn't even moved when a man, probably a guard, stepped around the side of the truck. Before Emily could even process it, Lizzy's fist shot out and punched the man right in the face.

Lizzy squeaked in surprise, hands clapping over her mouth.

"Lizzy!" Owen said as the man dropped to the floor like a ragdoll.

"Oh my gosh! I didn't mean to do that!"

Emily leaned around Claire, "I think the question is where you learned to do that."

"Five younger brothers is where."

Briana sighed, "We have to move him now. Grady, keep watch. Grant, help me."

Emily and Briana carefully and slowly drug the man into a side hallway and shoved him in a broom closet. They rejoined the rest of the group, and on Owen's signal, they crept up an aisle. Briana brought up the rear as they returned to the truck they'd used to get on the boat.

"Everyone in," Briana murmured.

Emily clambered into the back of the truck, helping Lizzy up as Briana joined them. Owen and Claire climbed into the front, and right as Owen started the truck, someone spoke outside.

"Oi, you a deckhand?"

Emily held her breath, as Franklin responded, "Uh, yeah. Yes."

"Then help us move out. Come on!" There was a moment's silence, followed by, "Quit just standing there, come on!"

Slowly, very carefully, Briana peered out of the truck. She ducked back in, "He's gone."

Emily swore. Lizzy said, "He won't last five minutes."

Someone banged on the driver's door of the truck, "Move out!"

"We don't have a choice but to leave him behind," Emily said, adjusting her hat. "Hopefully he'll stay low and use a little common sense."

Lizzy nodded, sighing. Slowly, trucks began to pull out of the boat. They were one of the last to leave.

Emily could hear Claire softly ask, "Where are they taking them?"

"We're about to find out," Owen responded.

They drove in silence for a minute, till Claire whispered back, "Guards, all of you lay down."

Emily pulled Franklin onto the floor of the truck and held her breath as they passed the guards. And nothing happened. She let out her breath, sitting back down.

Lizzy's leg was bouncing up and down, and she murmured, "Where are we…?"

Emily leaned forward, peering through to the front of the truck and out the windshield. Tall pines were passing, and as the rounded a corner, a particular mansion came into view.

She leaned back, "Lockwood Manor. Mills is definitely involved then."

"What about Lockwood himself?" Briana asked.

"No," Emily shook her head. "I don't think he's involved. He seemed, genuine. Mills is likely tricking him."

Lizzy nodded, "When Claire and I spoke to him, he was happy that we were saving the dinosaurs. He said it was like Hammond said, for the dinosaurs to thrive without us. Without humans."

"That would be ideal. But clearly, that's not what's going on here."

Lizzy nodded as they lurched to a stop. Emily could hear Owen and Claire softly talking. She caught snippets of the conversation, including Owen saying as he shifted the truck, "We call the cavalry, shut this thing do—"

Several guns cocked as Owen stopped talking. Two of Wheatley's men stepped into view of the back of the truck, guns aimed at them.

Wheatley himself stepped into view, "You should've stayed on the island."

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