DISCLAIMER – Not mine.
A/N – Been a while, hasn't it? Anyways, I'll just finish this story up, and that will probably be it from me. Hope you enjoy. Sorry about the short chapter.
Stephen waited for the signal. Of course, there wasn't complete silence. Somewhere in the background, he could make out the noise of small animals, and traffic, but that was it. Otherwise, a tense quiet had crept over the field, punctuated only by sounds from the raptors. He focused all his attention on them. Sweating gently, and grateful for the slight breeze that had just started to fan the grass, Stephen maintained a steady grip on his gun.
He was grateful that they had Foster's input on this case. A pang of guilt needled the young man as he thought of another Captain, now long dead. Ryan had been a good man. He hoped that Foster would escape a similar fate. Looking to the side, Stephen saw the Captain was almost ready to act.
Just as Foster gave the signal, one of the creatures lurched forward. It started to run, at speeds none of its opponents could ever reach. Stephen aimed carefully, swearing under his breath. It was headed straight for Plunkett. The young Lance Corporal had lost all his earlier nervousness, and seemed ready to face a born killer. Stephen waited till the perfect shot arrived, and squeezed the trigger.
Five shots shattered the strange silence. The other creature looked up sharply. It fled, panicked by the odd noises, but recognising danger. Plunkett and two other men checked over the fallen utahraptor. It looked as though they were calling Abby and Connor over. Stephen nodded to himself. That one was secure. Just the juvenile and its protector to go, he thought grimly.