A/N Sorry this took so long, Real life got in the way! This is a bit shorter but please let me know what you think anyway! See Chapter one for Disclaimer.

One of the anomalies showing seemed to be fluctuating wildly. The readings were rapidly approaching critical when suddenly....

In a burst of white light, space and time ripped itself open.

Several things happened at once. The shockwave generated by the opening anomaly , threw most of the group backwards, knocking over the anomaly locking device, causing the first anomaly to reopen. Captain Stuartson recovered first, jumping over to the fallen device, too late to stop the snarling ball of fur and teeth that came flying through the second anomaly and ran off into the forest. As the rest of the group extracated themselves from the heap they had fallen into, Stuartson, cursing, unhooked his radio from his belt and radioed his units stationed around the forest.

"All units, be aware we have another breach. Definite creature incursion, treat as dangerous."

Numerous acknowledgements came over the radio. Stuartson turned to his men.

"Alright move out. Do a grid sweep, radio sightings and co-ordinates in to me."As the units moved off, he turned to Derek "Derek do you have any tranquilizer left?"

"Not if you want me to keep this thing under. If you fancy trying to force it back through that anomaly, fully conscious and very angry, then you're welcome to it of course."

"Yes alright." replied Stuartson, annoyance clouding his voice. Sometimes the man got on his nerves. Setting his irritation aside, he turned to his radio "All units shoot to kill"

Sam and Derek were staring at him aghast.

"What about the nature of history and evolution?" Sam asked "We could mess up the past irreparably!"

"I'm more worried about my future. Specifically, the length of it." Under the intensity of their glare he resignedly clicked his radio back on "Belay that, all units, shoot to disable." Turning to Sam and Derek he scowled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a...thing...to catch" With that Captain Stuartson disappeared off into the rapidly lightening forest.

"Damn Tree-huggers..." He muttered under his breath.

Watching the Captain stalk into the forest, Sam realised the enormous task that now lay ahead of them. They needed to get the Sycosaurus back to the Permian era-before the anomaly closed. She checked the readings on her laptop. So far the anomaly was stable but she knew it wouldn't last. And then there was the matter of the tranquilizer.

"How long are you going to be able to keep this thing out for?" She asked Derek who was examining the massive reptile.

"About an hour, I'd say, even with the extra tranquiliser." He said distractedly, lifting up the creature's eyelid "After that we will definitely be looking at a change of profession."

"To?"

"Ghost. Or angel, if you've been good."

Corporal Marie Bleckner stalked silently through the forest, following the grid line set for her. As a wet branch smacked her in the face, she swore under her breath. Whoever laid out the grid had it in for her, she decided. Her line had crossed several steams, went up and down hills and through the densest foliage she had seen in the forest of Dean.

Probably one of the men having a laugh. Oh so she thinks she's one of the lads eh? Lets test it out huh huh huh...Women were still a special forces minority, which always irritated her. What was the phrase...You can be any sex you want in the army provided you're a man.

How true.

Oh she could belch with the best of them but she was still a woman and still got treated like either a delicate flower, assigned the lightest possible duties, or as a wannabe man who got the dirtiest, messiest, most unpleasant jobs anyone could find. It was damn annoying.

She missed the days when she had been a part of the dessert squadron. The sand and heat had forged camaraderie in the group which no amount of angry dinosaurs could.

Plus, this job was playing hell with her friendships. When she was abroad, family and friends knew not to ask about her work, but she had been in Britain for over a year now and it was getting harder and harder to keep the many secrets that came with this job.

A slight rustling caught her attention. She peered through the dense foliage trying desperately to catch sight of a creature-anything.

Nothing. Wondering if she might have imagined it, she slowly unclipped her radio. Then she heard it again.

Then with a sense of foreboding she slowly turned around.

Furry death jumped out at her.

A brief burst of gunfire and a loud scream, cut off abruptly, had the special forces team abandon the grid search and begin racing to help their fallen colleague.

The black-clad soldiers arrived at the scene to see a barely conscious Marie lying on the ground, her gun several metres away. The creature, which looked like some kind of pre-historic wolf, turned to face the soldiers, hoping to defend its kill. It was limping slightly-Marie had managed to get a shot into its shoulder.

The wolf was in full fight-or-flight mode. Choosing the first option, it leaped snarling at the nearest soldier bearing him to the ground, trying to lock its powerful jaws around the struggling mans neck. The soldier yelled in pain as one of his colleagues knocked the creature on the back of its head with the butt of his rifle, before emptying half a dozen rounds into the wolf. The animal yelped, before collapsing on to the injured soldier, dying slowly. The soldiers dragged the wolf off of their colleague, and quickly put it out of its misery.

The soldiers hastened to check on their injured colleagues. The young man was mostly fine, superficial cuts mainly. Corporal Bleckner was in a worse state. Now fully unconscious, her cuts and bites went deep and judging by her laboured breathing she had a punctured lung. The team medic ran his hands over her torso, identifying a number of fractured ribs.

"We need to get her to a hospital, now" said the harried medic.

"We can have her airlifted to Gloucester hospital in a few minutes" replied a young corporal

"No. Right now air transportation could kill her. Where is the Captain?"

"On his way"

"Have him call for an ambulance. We have to remove her to somewhere ambulance accessible."

A stretcher was hurriedly constructed, and the woman was slowly carried to a clearing close enough to the edge of the forest to allow the paramedics in.

Captain Stuartson arrived in the clearing, assuring them that an ambulance was on its way, and that he had contacted Sarah and Becker, who were now on their way to Gloucester hospital.

When the ambulance arrived, Corporal Bleckner was loaded in. Captain Stuartson went with her.

As the van began to move off, guilt began to grow in the Captain's brain. He had assigned her that path. He should have taken it himself, it should be him on that stretcher, paramedics working over him, fighting for his life.

The siren seemed to be wired into his brain, every note dredging up fresh guilt