Sorry for taking so long to update! I hope you all enjoy this little chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic Park/World. All OC's with the exception of Kavita belong to Macx.
Gregory, an intern from the batch of the infamous Mason Greene, had been working on his last rotation in the aviary when the head keeper Eddie Molina had come down with a killer migraine. Conservation zoololist, Thierry Beaumont and the assistant keeper were taking control now and had allowed Gregory to continue helping in the Aviary despite the emergency situation, especially because several of the other handlers had all been struck with headaches. None were as bad as Eddie but it was distracting and so it was nice to have someone who was in good health, with sharp eyes and who had no problems running errands for them.
Lily-Anne, another intern who had been working in the botany section, had also been reassigned to the aviary with him since botany didn't need her right now. As such, they were in the back area, disposing of the remains of the aviary's lunch when Lily-Anne nudged him and said:
"Are those people supposed to be here?"
Gregory looked up, saw a team of six people, dressed like tourists but carrying themselves more like soldiers, walking inside the restricted area meant for staff only.
"No," he said, "They certainly are not."
The two of them glanced at each other, and though they hadn't been told what the emergency state was all about, they had a feeling that these people were a part of it.
"Get Dr. Beumont," he said. "And the security on the other door."
"Where's the security from the front door?" she asked, voice tight.
"Go," he said. They both knew the fact that the people hadn't been stopped by security meant nothing good.
She hesitated a moment and then turned and fled. He waited until she was out of sight before carefully gripping a shovel and half-leaning out the door.
"Hey you're not supposed to be here," he said. The 'tourists' stopped before looking at him in confusion.
"This is a restricted area,"Gregory said. "You have to leave."
"I'm sorry," said one of the men as the group continued forward. "The door was open. We thought we were allowed in."
"Well, you're not," said Gregory, grip tightening around the shovel as the people drew closer to him.
"Sorry," said one of the women. "But are you sure we can't just get a quick peek in? We'll make it worth your while."
"No," said Gregory sharply. The woman shrugged and made as if she was about to turn away but her hand pulled a taser from her jacket and fired it at him. The shovel saved him. The taser prongs bounced of the metal back of the shovel and Gregory used the element of surprise to whack the woman in the face before turning and running.
He heard curses coming from behind him and then something impacted sharply with his arm throwing him off balance. For a second all he felt was the pain of impact and then it really began to hurt. He tried to get up and found that his left arm wasn't listening. It was also skidding on his blood that was dripping from the knife protruding out of it.
"Damn," said one of the men. "Meant that for your back." A gun finally cocked and Gregory scrambled across the floor even knowing he wouldn't get to cover fast enough.
A burning bag of something sailed over his head and splattered on the floor, scattering hot sparks everywhere. Another bag followed and a splash of gunshots aimed at where the bags were coming from.
There was a pause and then a soft whistle of a shot came. It struck one of the not!tourists and the man looked down to see a tranq dart stuck in him .
'Damn it Lily-Anne,' thought Gregory as he pulled himself to the shelter of the other room. 'I told you to run!'
Another dart fired from somewhere. She was using the crack in the plexi-window between the rooms, formed when an escaped baby dimorphodon had taken a dislike to it, Gregory realized. He got his feet under him and prepared to run when he heard coughing behind him. He glanced back, saw the smoldering bags and suddenly realized what Lily-Anne had done. She had lit the bags filled with dimorphodon droppings. The acidic dimorphodon droppings. The fire wasn't very large but the fumes? The fumes were terrible. The not!tourists were blinking against the sudden stinging of their eyes. Gregory thought this was probably a good time for him to move. He dived out the door and even managed to not get shot. He pushed the door shut and Lily-Anne appeared from somewhere to lock it.
"I said get the guards!" Gregory said.
"They were a little busy!" she said breathlessly. "What do they want?"
"I think they want the dinosaurs," Gregory said.
Lily-Anne ripped of part her jacket and began binding the wound, around the knife. "We need to get you to medical."
"She's right," said a new voice from behind them. They both spun, Lily-anne half lifting her tranq gun before relaxing. The guards from the back door surveyed them both. "You two look like hell."
"You don't look better," Gregory groaned.
"We ran into some of their friends," one of the guards answered.
"There's like six of them in there," said Lily-Anne. "One of them is tranqed."
"Thanks," said the security. "Now get out of here."
Dr. Beaumont appeared behind the security. His eyes widened at the sight of the bleeding intern and then he dived forward and helped Lily-Anne to keep Gregory on his feet. They were partway out of the building to join the rest of the staff who had already been evacuated, when the sounds of shots began behind them.
Hamada stared at the scene before him. Mercenaries lay littered on the ground, and a couple of his own men were groaning.
"Any of them alive?" asked Hamada.
"No sir," said one of his men. Hamada felt a spurt of annoyance but squished it down.
"Alright patch up our men and take them back to medical with the jeep. We'll continue on foot." Gunshots echoed in the distance. "That way," Hamada added and then set off with some of his able -bodied men.
By the time they reached where the gunshots had come from, there was nothing left except evidence of a massacre. He was about to order his men to leave and follow what remained of Blue and the other's they could find when a low groan attracted his attention. He walked around the clearing and came to a man who was moaning softly.
"Sheesh," said one of his men softly. Hamanda privately agreed with his assessment. The man had been tortured. The wounds were not meant to kill. The tourniquets wrapped around him also meant that he hadn't been allowed to die. Whatever happened, the raptors and Owen's intern had gotten all the information they had needed.
"Patch him up," ordered Hamada, "We need him alive."
Owen could feel the negative, he knew was coming, even though Anika didn't say it yet.
"No," she said. "In a couple hours maybe. But Owen you're still in bad shape. Whatever happened hit you the worse and I am genuinely concerned about the state of your brain. I don't need you to push yourself and suddenly start bleeding out of your eyes or something. And don't tell me how unlikely it is. You being you would make it your mission for it to happen. And then Blue will be up in here all pissed."
"I'm not that bad," Owen protested.
"I'm upping the ante because it's a crises," Anika said flatly. "Not yet Owen, please. Lauren is undergoing the CT scan right now. Let me review it to at least get an idea of what is happening okay?"
Owen bit down his frustrations because damn it! That was his girls out there.
"Can I at least go to the control room?" he asked.
"To disturb and distract Claire?" said Anika. "I don't think so. But I will let you mix a little with your other keepers. But don't over do it. I don't want to know and you don't want to know what will happen if you die. If your bond to those girls snap Owen, it could be the death for all of us. You know better than anyone what a pack of raptors can do. "
Owen was silent but had to concede the point. Still they were his girls. He was their alpha. "Three hours," he said. "Three hours and then I'm out of here."
Anika sighed and closed her eyes briefly. "Fine. Fine."
Masrani dialed and then held the phone to his ear. "Yes," he said when the other person had answered. "I need you and your men to get to Isla Nublar as fast as possible. We have a situation and we need your particular skills."
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