Hi, seventh chapter here! I plan on changing the summary and/or title soon, so don't be surprised.
Dedication: Dedicated to Bob Peck, Stan Winston, Micheal Crichton, Richard Attenborough, and Robin Williams. Thanks goes to my friends, Em and Juli, JokerandHarely4ever, and Mondhase.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic Park, whether it be film or novel. I only own my OCs.
I was just about to walk out the door to get to the Raptor pen, when a warm breath in my ear startled me. I whipped around and found myself facing my wife, Almasi. As annoying as she could be, she was perhaps the most loyal and loving woman I've ever met. And very attractive.
"Hello." She smiled seductively as she purred. I rolled my eyes. Perhaps a bit too much loving.
"Why did you breathe into my ear?" I asked her.
"It was either that or licking your ear, Rob." She chuckled, her almost black eyes trying to look oh so innocent. I gave her a look and she laughed, wrapping her arms around me. I hugged her back. I could spend a few minutes of this before heading to the Raptor pen.
"Oh, Robert." She murmured.
"Oh, Almasi." I said, stroking her long, black hair.
"I thought you were checking out the Raptors." She said, lightly rubbing my face.
"I was. Want to join me?" I smiled charmingly.
"Yes." Masi said, letting go of me. I did the same to her and was about to walk out the door when a thought occurred.
"What a second. Where are the kids?" I asked her. We had three kids together, and only God knew where they were.
"In the control room, being watched by Ken." She replied, and before I could object, she walked past me and exited. I jogged to catch up. Ken was Ray Arnold's son, a teenager, around the same age as my eldest daughter.
"Please tell me you asked first." I groaned as I joined her.
"Yes, love." She said and stopped in her tracks. I looked in the direction that she was looking in. It was feeding time for the Raptors and they had an audience.
"Fool." I said under my breath. John should've known better than to let the tourists see the Raptors.
"It's John we're talking about, dear." Almasi reminded me.
"Doesn't have the backbone to say no." I added. The mini jungle in the pen was silent, then all hell broke loose. The Raptors snarled as they ripped the bull apart, piece by piece. Many of the tourists looked disgusted or shocked. I snapped out of the trance and approached the tourists, Almasi following me closely.
"They should all be destroyed." I announced my presence as I walked up the stairs. John turned to face me and chuckled.
"Robert and Almasi Muldoon, my game wardens from Kenya. Bit of an alarmist, Robert is, but knows more and has dealt with the Raptors more than anyone else." My boss introduced us. I looked down at my wife and could tell she was counting heads. It would be helpful to know if there was an emergency. I saw a man rushing towards me as I took off my hat.
"Alan Grant." He introduced himself rather quickly. "Tell me, what kind of metabolism do they have? What's their growth rate?" He asked. John had told me who was coming over, Alan Grant was the paleontologist, if memory served me right.
"They're lethal at eight months and I do mean lethal. I've hunted most things that can hunt you, but the way these things move..." I began to say, and my wife lightly stepped on my foot. I gave a glance down her, and I could read her thoughts. 'You're babbling again, Robert.' Be married for seventeen years almost automatically gave you mind-reading powers.
"Fast for a biped?" Dr. Grant asked.
"Cheetah speed. Fifty, sixty miles if they ever got out in the open. And they're astonishing jumpers." I said, keeping it short.
"Yes, yes, yes. That's why we are taking extreme precautions." John said quickly. I barely managed to hide a glare. If he was really concerned about safety, he would destroy them.
"Do they show intelligence? With the brain cavity of theirs we always assumed-" Grant began, but there was no need for him to continue.
"They show extreme intelligence, even problem solving. Especially the big one. We bred eight originally, but when she came in, she took over the pride and killed all but two of the others. That one, when she looks at you, you can see she's working things out. She's the reason we have to feed 'em like this. She had them all attacking the fences when the feeders came." I explained, and gestured to the crane that once carried the bull.
"The fences are electrified though, right?" A blonde woman with glasses asked.
"That's right. But they never attack the same place twice. They were testing the fences for weaknesses. Systematically. They remember." I told them. Just then, the crane brought the harness out of the pen, the harness covered in some blood. Some of the guests looked a bit sick.
"Well...Who's hungry?" John asked, oblivious to everyone's reaction. "After you." Hammond politely let the women past him, and they got off the viewing platform. "Will you join us?" He asked us. I shook my head.
"No, we already ate." Almasi explained.
"Very well." John walked down the staircase. There was a long silence after the last of the guests had left.
"So...You think they'll escape soon?" My wife asked me. I rubbed the back of my neck and put my hat back on my head.
"I don't know. I hope not, but they'll only get smarter." I shrugged.
"True." She nodded and leaned on me. There was a pause as I rubbed her back.
"Come, let's not let Ken watch those kids for too long." She said as she headed to the control room. I sighed and gave the Raptor pen one last look, then walked to the control room as well.