As the Jeep went out of view, everybody started trying to talk at once. It was a disconcerting pandemonium because nobody wanted to be left alone here in the village. Muldoon was the first to raise his hands, to try to call for silence. "I didn't say anything but that asshole didn't take the only route out," The others looked at him, their eyes twinkling with new understanding. Was he meaning exactly what he was implying? His head was nodding, which was enough to reassure them that the man knew what he was talking about, after all he'd lived in the village longer then any of them. "First listen to me," Muldoon continued as he walked over to where Marty was. "Man who lived here had a pickup in the back. Left his keys in it all the time,"

Carter thought she understood what Muldoon meant as she raised her hand. "I take it on of us is going to have to bring the car around, and two remain to carry him to the car?" She wasn't the biggest fan of this plan but she thought of the most obvious solution would be for Muldoon and the new guy to carry Marty while she drove. She sort of expected there to be an objection from the men but they said nothing, realizing their options were limited right now. She shrugged, rolling down her shirtsleeve so that they wouldn't see the injection mark. The morphine was already working its way through her blood stream, but she thought that it wasn't hindering her that much at the moment.

As Muldoon nodded to confirm this, she turned to go, taking a flashlight with her. The immediate threat was gone for now, so she thought it would be pretty safe for right now, at least in this area. She turned on the flashlight and began walking around the house. The rain was coming down hard, and that made walking through it something of a chore, but otherwise she was fine. The car was right where Muldoon said it would be, an old rusty pickup. She opened the door, got in the front seat and started the engine. If anything could be said, she was damned grateful that it was working. Guiterriez would have to be in the back of course; no way someone could keep him upright through the mountain roads they would have to drive through later.

As the woman left to go get the car, Levine ran to Marty's side. Behind him, Muldoon picked up the guns and placed them on the counter for now. "Are you okay, Marty?" He asked, even though Marty didn't appear responsive. He knew the woman; Dr. Carter had likely been treating him all this time. He knew who she was of course, from reading the transcripts on the InGen report. She had been listed as the Doctor who had treated the injured workman from one of the initial raptor escapes at the park. There was no evidence to suggest that she'd known anything of the truth of what had really happened to the man, although by now she probably had some idea. A dry smile cracked across his worn face as he contemplated that the very animal that had caused that mauling was even now down in the village.

Marty's eyes fluttered open, and he gasped as he took a few deep breaths. "Easy now," Levine said to him, "Just take it slow and easy." Though he was thinking to himself that the wound really looked bad, and the animal he'd seen outside in the gloom could've easily caused it. The brief glimpse he'd gotten had been enough to confirm his suspicions given the Kid's earlier description of it. Carnotaurus Sastrei, the very same animal that had killed Diego, and nearly managed to kill him. He thought to himself that with the demise of Sorna, this had to be the very last specimen alive, a lonely giant. "We're going to get you to safety now, just a few seconds now." He paused as Marty grabbed his hand, just too shocked from earlier.

"Richard," Marty said through a ragged gasp, managing the barest corner of a smile. "I knew you would make it." Levine didn't even know what to say or think, the only thing on the tip of his tongue was to berate the man about hiding knowledge of the dinosaurs from him. Somehow he restrained himself though, nobody was in the mood right now. "You saw what hit me?" Of course the man had to have heard the roars, beyond any deniability now. "I'm surprised, you'd think they'd have had something like that on the tour." He seemed somewhat out of it, much like Malcolm had been back on Sorna. The pain was probably too much that there was no other way he could endure it but still… He was about to say something when Muldoon put his hand on his shoulder, and gestured with his head.

"Time to go," Muldoon said, and for once Levine didn't argue. He went and placed the gun in his waistband as Muldoon slung his over his back. Then they went on opposite sides of Marty and counted from three. Muldoon had the legs; Levine was carrying him from the shoulders. They walked slowly out of the room, towards the door which Muldoon had already opened. He could see the lights of the pickup through the rain, and had a pretty good idea of where Marty was going to have to be. It was very muddy so it was some rough going, but they were beside the car in no time at all. He dug in his legs as he opened the rear hatch and carried Marty onto the bed of the truck.

"Okay, here's the plan," Levine said as he got into the driver's seat. The doctor had gone to the back of the pickup to look after her patient for now. "We get to the Hummer, and then transfer Marty over there." He sure as hell didn't want the man to be in the back while they were passing over these rocky mountain roads. It was dangerous as hell, and he had for confirmation Muldoon's nod. He shifted the truck into gear, and started up the engine again. With the Carnotaur chasing the other car, he had a feeling the lower village would be clear for now. The raptor and the compys would be scared off by the presence of the larger animal, each being no match to challenge it at all.

He started the car, checking back quickly to make sure everyone was secure. He drove off, slightly relieved that they were getting out of there. His only concern at the moment was the Carnotaur, which might have given up chasing the other car, and might turn its attention to them. Especially in a pickup truck like this it was rather worrisome, so he pushed it to the back of his mind for now. He could worry about that later, right now he was just focused on getting everyone the hell out of dodge. They passed the barn, and they could all see the village beloew. Beside him, Muldoon raised his eybebrows, and Levine gasped as he took a breath. Okay, this might be slightly more complicated.

"What, what is it?" He heard the doctor say as she turned around and saw what they were staring at. Down in the village the Jeep was on its side, and leaning against one of the houses on the far side of the clearing. The side door looked completely totaled, and the engine was smashed up. Beside the car, the large dinosaur was ripping at the tires, shaking its head back and force to try to loosen them. To the side they could see James and the kid running off towards the Hummer. It was still a bit away from where they were standing, but if they didn't do anything, they would get in the car was thinking the same thing, how not to let that happen.

Levine stepped on the gas again rather abruptly, "Hold on to your butts," he remarked as they went down the hill. Still rather rocky, and everyone had to hold on tight, but it wasn't as bad as it had been on the other side of the village. Once he was on the flat part again, he turned the car quickly, trying to give the animal a wide berth. He knew he had to do this quickly; they had two enemies, or three actually. With the use of the guns they could ward off the large animal, but he didn't want to take his chances with the men. He saw Muldoon was still holding his SPAS-12, and he couldn't reach use his gun right now since he was driving. He thought best point of action might be to try to cut the other guys off for now.

He cut through the village, staying on the path and trying not to get too bogged down in the mud. He was watching the men out of the corner of his eye, and the dinosaur in another. The Carnotaur had noticed them and had started to turn around already. He was already doubting that they would have time to move Marty in the Hummer, but he would try. After all, the Hummer was more durable then the jeep, it should be capable of taking some moderate impacts for know. He swallowed shaking his head as they continued near the bar. The men were already more then halfway there, when he parked the car in drive, right in front of the bar. He noticed that the body in the doorway was gone by now, though the body of the girl remained, though it was decapitated with the head missing.

He stopped the car, both he and Muldoon getting out at the same time. He nodded to Carter, as he undid the back really quick. They started carrying Marty out of the back while Muldoon stood guard. There was no sign of the Carnotaur right now, though he was very sure that it was still in the immediate area. His knowledge of its hunting tactics from Sorna had taught him that this animal was never to be underestimated in its home territory. Looking back, Levine was glad that he'd left the driver's side door to the car open. He had the keys in his front pocket; from there they could easily just put Marty in the backseat and drive. Two people to go in one car, and two in another, which seemed fairly obvious.

Muldoon didn't like it; it was too quiet. He should've seen the dinosaur by now he was aware of that much. It was different now that he was able to see it in the light for the first time through the window, very much so. He was only familiar with the animals on Nublar, and the fact they he'd never been informed of a large carnivore such as this was greatly troubling to him. Hell, he would've been very much against the inclusion of the animal in the park, given Hammond the decision that if he wanted this new animal in he'd have to get rid of the raptors. Especially that ability… that was even worse then the Dilo spitting, in his opinion, since you wouldn't even know if the animal was there until it was right…

He was keeping an eye on the ground, figuring that even if the damn thing could turn itself invisible, he would be able to tell if it was getting close. No, it was the humans he was worried about right now. The idiot kid, and that other asshole. They might be desperate to get back to civilization with the dinosaur eggs, and he didn't know to what level they would go to ensure that they would get their payday. He checked the chamber again, the rain coming off the brim of his hat as he sighed. He hoped that they didn't take too long with Marty right now; he really wanted to get out of here, just leave this place. He was thinking that perhaps it ws time he went back to the states by now…

His eyes caught a glimpse of a shadow to his right, and he saw the figure of Ed James approach him, gun raised. Muldoon had his gun up as well, his mouth stretched into a taut smile. So this bastard thought that he was ready to live dangerously? The man did not have a clue what that meant he was sure and he stepped forward, as he turned his head curiously. No hostages to bargain over now, it would be a standoff. He did not see the kid anywhere but he knew that he must be nearby; skulking in the shadows must likely. He heard a door slam behind him and he did not need to look to figure out that Carter and Marty were safely in the Hummer. Hopefully they would have the sense to lock the doors behind them as well.

Neither man said anything as they cautiously approached each other, their eyes hardened. Muldoon knew a desperate man would be willing to try anything, so he kept on his guard, and tightened his grip on his Shotgun. He didn't move a muscle, nor did he divert his aim from the man. No expression registered on his face, and his eyes only paid attention to the little details, such as how the other man's trigger finger was itching right now. It was a Mexican standoff really, and neither party would hold off to the other. They were very close now, and he didn't like it. Either he was going to have to shoot or not. Center mass, he told himself, trying to keep his gun steady.

His hands were shaking, and he knew that was an effect of the drinking earlier today. The goosebumps ran up his arms as he blinked once or twice. He did not intend to show any weakness, but at the same time he couldn't afford to screw around out here. He took a step forward, and now their weapons were barely a few feet apart from each other. If it was going to be now or never, he thought to himself. He stared at the man, saw the predatory grin emerge on his face, and his eyes slit. Now, it seemed the man had chosen to strike, like a lion. That was the thing about them; they just attacked if they saw any perceived weakness.

Well that was what he'd wanted them to think, both in the African Savanahh, and here as well. His finger clicked on the trigger, he knew he only had one shot really. If he tried swinging the gun to center mass the one dead would be himself. So he took it, firing at his initial aim, which took Ed James off guard. It was a bit high yes, but enough of the shot hit James's shoulder that he dropped the pistol with a cry of pain. Muldoon didn't waste the opportunity, rushing up, and quickly butting the man in the chest with the butt of the rifle. Incapacitate; take down the threat. Kill only if absolutely necessary, and at the same time remember there was nothing more dangerous then a wounded animal-

The sucker punch caught him off guard, and Muldoon dropped his own gun as the force of the blow caught him in the cheek. "Guess they don't teach that in Nairobi?" Ed James taunted him as he laughed. Before Muldoon could recover, there was another blow to his knee, and he bent over due to the sudden shock. Breathing heavily, Muldoon glared up at the man, his angry boiling. James was getting ready for another punch, but this time Muldoon saw it coming. He dodged, and stepping to the side delivered a vicious backhand to James. Got the bastard good, he thought as he saw the man tumble to the ground. Muldoon began to turn around, when he felt a hand on his leg.

Before he could stop himself, he was tripped up on the ground. Trying to get up, there was another vicious kick to his side. Groaning, Muldoon turned his head up, and saw James was already up, pistol in hand. "How about not bringing guns to a fistfight," Muldoon growled, though for some reason it didn't seem to be that bad. As a hunter, he always knew that one day his life would end like this, in a confrontation with another hunter. That was the thrill of the hunt, that one day you were matched up with an opponent who was not only your equal, but also your superior. At least the others would get away he thought to himself. It seemed time slowed to a crawl as James drew the hammer back, preparing to fire.

Then Muldoon saw something that made him fall back into the mud. His hands over his head, he grabbed his hat that had fallen during the fight. James was obviously very confused, not having any idea of what Muldoon was doing. He stepped forward, lowering his gun ready to shoot the man. But then he heard it too, the sound of something heavy very close by. He turned around slowly, not taking his gun off of Muldoon. Was this some last minute ploy? He silently thanked Muldoon for leaving the keys in the car, that way he could get out of this shithole. But as he turned around, those thoughts were driven out of his head. Then his mind went blank too, trying to comprehend what he was seeing.

Normally the animal would've been invisible had it not been raining. But as it was, the pouring rain traced the outline of the Carnotaur, even as its camoflauge mechanism was working. It was a stealthy predator, having chosen the less muddy portions of the ground upon which to walk in order not to leave any footprints. But it did now, as besides the strange outline in the rain, two large footprints appeared almost supernaturally in front of the man. Sensing the Camoflauge was no longer needed, the color returned to normal, and he could see the animal now in the fading daylight. It growled softly, as James quickly turned his gun around, attempting to shoot the dinosaur for good this time.

He wasn't quick enough, and James screamed as the animal lowered its head suddenly, knocking him to the ground. Muldoon rolled suddenly to the side, realizing the animal was distracted with the man. He started running, towards the cars, not even daring to go back to pick up his gun. He didn't look back either, lest the Carnotaur decide to turn his attention to him. Just going to get out of this place, really fast. The keys were in the car, and all he had to do was get in and drive for the most part he thought to himself. Muldoon reached the car, and he saw Levine on the floor groaning and holding his head. Looking at the Hummer, he saw the kid in the passenger seat, and Dr. Carter at the wheel, a gun pressed to her head.

Helping Levine up, he could only watch as the hummer started to drive away from their location, and towards the entrance to the village. Wordlessly the two men stumbled towards the pickup, Muldoon getting in the passenger seat this time. Levine seemed to freeze as he saw the large dinosaur, and he had an idea. Taking the gun out of his waistband, he counted himself lucky the kid hadn't seen it while sucker punching him. "He wants a chase, we'll give him one," Levine remarked as he handed the gun over to Muldoon. He stepped on the gas as Muldoon fired the gun out the window, hoping to attract the attention of their erstwhile adversary. He wouldn't let the kid get away…

James was on his back, screaming. He had tried to get up, but the animal had knocked him over again. It seemed that he was fighting to breathe, and his chest was extremely hot right now. Propping himself up with his hands, he tried and found that he was getting up after all. Then the numbness wore off and he realized that was because his shoulder was in the animal's jaws. Screaming, he got to his feet as he tried to wrest the dinosaur away feebly. His strength was no match for the animal and his arms fell away as the animal let go. Ed James stared in a daze at his arm hanging limply off his shoulder, almost certainly broken, and the other one was in too much pain from the buckshot to move.

Staggering, he took a step back, as the animal lowered It's head again. This time the bite was closer to his collarbone, and all the breath was taken out of his body. He couldn't move, and the massive dinosaur shook him like a rag doll, tearing his flesh to shreds. Letting go, it's jaws salivating now, it was preparing to attack again, when it raised its head, hearing the shot ring out. Growling, it backed up, lumbering after whatever had dared to interrupt its kill. James took a few steps forward after it as well, but the blood loss had been too much. Sinking to his knees, James felt the red mist clouding his vision, as he stared out at the cars. The last intelligible thoughts coming out of the gloom...

[I]I failed...Mr. Rossiter. [/I]