Jurassic Park III and ½: The Lost Hat

Part III: Chapter V

This made things harder, of course. More Velociraptors meant a higher chance of getting killed. It was direct proportionality, or whatever it was called – nobody in the side room really cared at that moment in time. All minds were busy trying to work out what to do next. They had very few options, really; the most sensible of which, Trevor was quick to point out, was jumping out of the window and making a run for it while the raptors weren't looking, but, quite unfortunately for them, that meant no hat.

"Alright," said Alan after a while, "I think I know what we should do…"

Billy and Trevor stopped their thinking (or Billy's thinking; it is highly probable Trevor was merely repeating 'This is crazy… they're insane… suddenly fishing doesn't seem too bad…' over and over in his mind) to look at Alan hopefully, wondering if he had come to his senses at last.

No such luck.

"We have to follow a raptor, correct?" said Alan, giving them an 'agree-or-I'll-be-worse-company-than-the-dinosaurs' look.

"Correct," chimed Billy and Trevor, looking quite miserable about it.

"But that's nearly impossible due to the fact we're outnumbered two to one – possibly more, correct?" continued Alan, ignoring the others' tone.

"Correct," said Billy and Trevor, looking a bit more hopeful.

"So the only way to get the hat back is if somehow the other raptors disappear… or…"

"Yes?"

"… get distracted."

Alan flashed Billy and Trevor a smile as they stared at him in shock and horror for dramatic effect.

We all know where this is headed.

.·•·.

Meanwhile…

The raptors were frankly sick of waiting. The longer they gave the humans, the better the plan they would make – and that was definitely a potentially difficult situation for the prehistoric beasts.

It wasn't that they didn't know where the humans were – it was more of a not knowing what was waiting for them where the humans were sort of situation.

Finally, the appointed leader of the situation decided the humans had had enough time. The raptors were ready to take them on. They were ready for whatever was beyond that door.

The real question, however, might have been: was whatever was beyond that door ready for them…?

.·•·.

Before we continue, perhaps a little layout of the room in which Billy, Alan and Trevor were trapped in is called for.

Apparently, it had been used as a file cabinet storage room. There was a big window on one end, with a view onto the parking lot. The rest of the walls were covered in… well… file cabinets. The window was cracked. On the ceiling was a fan. And near the fan, above a series of particularly menacing-looking cabinets, resided a small, barely noticeable air vent.

All this combined gave the effect of a rather disheveled room that could look a lot better than it did at the present moment.

Currently, Alan, Billy and Trevor were eyeing the air vent. Small as it was, it was the only route of escape that didn't end amidst a group of snarling reptilian-like beasts.

In fact, it probably ended in the kitchen or something like that, which wasn't too bad considering the alternative.

Alan cleared his throat, causing Billy and Trevor to jump. Giving them a Look for no particular reason, he said, "We have to get through that vent."

Billy and Trevor nodded, shooting each other a dark look. Alan's incessant habit to state the obvious and act bossy about it was beginning to get on their nerves.

"Billy, can you climb up there?" he asked, oblivious to the annoyance he was causing.

Billy shrugged. "I'll try… not sure if it'll hold my weight, though. Boost?"

It really was astonishing they hadn't tried this earlier… it probably had something to do with the dramatic effect. Everything had to do with drama nowadays.

Alan shrugged, and knelt down, cupping his hands, readying himself for the inevitable trampled fingers. Billy placed a foot on the foothold (well, what else was he going to place there?) and heaved himself onto one of the file cabinets, breath held.

The cabinet held, which was probably a good thing. I don't know how much more drama I can take.

Billy scrambled for the air vent (carefully), and began to tug at the screws. "It's loose!" he said, using his nails to unscrew them. "Come up!"

It was then the raptors decided now would be a good time to interrupt whatever happened to be going on inside the room, and the door happened to be the target as they tried to force their way into the room.

Oh, dear. This is more drama, isn't it?

End of Part III: Chapter V

DISCLAIMER: I'm not even going to bother.
A/N: I am sincerely sorry. I shouldn't be taking this long. Please accept my apologies. I'm going to belt out all the usual excuses now - I've been very very busy, I'm having exams, the PC went boom for a while, etc. etc. But starting Thursday, I'm on holiday, so expect a LOT more then!
Oh, and I know this chapter is really short, but I thought it was a nice note to end on. If I can finish the next chapter today and tomorrow, I will. :3 Thanks all for your patience! I appreciate every single comment I get. Love you.