In the back of one of the Einheits, Peter Ludlow said on a two way radio, "This is as good a place as any for base camp. That's first priority after we're finished. I want it up and running in thirty minutes. That's half an hour. Understood? Over."
The man sitting next to him, was Roland Tembo, a world famous big game hunter from South Africa. "Cancel that order." Tembo said.
"What? Why?" Ludlow asked.
"This is a game trail, Mr. Ludlow. Carnivores hunt on game trails." Roland explained. "Do you want to set up base camp or a buffet?"
"Let's find a new spot, shall we? Over and out." Ludlow said through the radio.
"Peter, if you want me to run your little camping trip, there are two conditions." Tembo said. "Firstly, I'm in charge; and when I'm not around, Dieter is. All you need to do is sign the checks, tell us we're doing a good job, and open your case of scotch when we have a good day. Second condition: my fee. You can keep it. All I want in exchange for my services is the right to hunt one of the Tyrannosaurs. A male, a buck only. How and why are my business. Now if you don't like either two of those conditions, you're on your own. So go ahead. Set up base camp right here, or in a swamp, or in the middle of a rex nest, for all I care. But I've been on too many safaris with rich dentists to listen to anymore suicidal ideas, okay?"
"Okay!" Ludlow said.
A Silver Hawk and SPA TL37 jumped over a small hill, landing to the ground with a loud thud, kicking up dirt everywhere.
A large group of dinosaurs panicked and took off down the game trail. The interspecies herd was comprised of juvenile Pacycephalosauruses, Parasaurolophuses, and several Struthiomimus.
"Cycle," Roland ordered, "break off a stray from the herd and flush him to the right. Snaggers stay ready, he's bringing him out to you."
"It'll be a-a," Roland looked through a packet of papers, each had an image and description of various dinosaurs. "Pachy, uh, pachya-, oh Hell, the fat head with the bald spot. Friar Tuck."
The motorcyclists sped up their motorcycles as a Parasaurolophus bellowed at one of them.
Suddenly, a pair of Amphicoeliases appeared from the trees, ignoring the smaller creatures and vehicles.
One of the motorcyclists looked up at the enormous creatures before he drove in between the legs of one of them.
A Krupp Protze containing a man dressed similarly to a cowboy said to his driver, "Stop. Stop! Pachycephalosaurus."
"Carnivore?" His partner asked as the two got out of the vehicle.
"Huh? No, no. Herbivore, Late Cretaceous." said the man. His name was Robert Burke, a renowned paleontologist who often proposed theories on dinosaurs that were heavily controversial.
Three men, meanwhile, were struggling to snag the juvenile with their catch poles. One of the men was successful, but the constant movement of the animal made the task difficult. One man was standing by with a Remington Model 8 that was converted into a tranquilizer gun.
"You see that distinctive domed skull?" Burke asked. "Nine inches of solid bone. Now careful."
The two men slowly approached.
"See, the Pachy's neck attaches at the bottom of its skull, instead of at the back of its head as with reptiles." Burke continued with his explanation. "And when it lowers its head, its neck lines directly up with its backbone, which is perfect for absorbing impact."
Suddenly, the Pachycephalosaurus got loose, and charged a hunter standing by his vehicle. The man attempted to close the door, but he was too slow. The animal slammed into the door, denting it and the man flew out the other side of the vehicle. The Pachycephalosaurus bellowed at Burke and his partner, and the two ran for the safety of their vehicle.
Roland's vehicle pulled up, with him saying, "Snagger, Friar Tuck's on the loose, just about to cross your path."
A SPA TL37 drove up to the, Pachycephalosaurus. Two hunters flicked a switch to extend their seats. One of the hunters snagged the Pachycelphalosur with his catch pole. Another hunter stood by a Mauser Model 1918 T-Gewehr attached to a swivel, that was customized as a grapple gun, throwing another catch rope onto the Pachycephalpsaur. The hunters pulled a lever as two large metal beams holding large punching bags lowered at the Pachycephalosaur's side, trapping it.
Meanwhile, Malcolm and his group hid on a rocky outcrop, observing the events unfold. Nick recorded the scene with his video camera. The group watched as several vehicles chased after the herd of dinosaurs.
"Dieter, get into the outrigger. You're closing in on a ca-carino," Roland said.
"Say that again. Say that again, Roland. A what?" Dieter Stark said.
"The one, the one with the big red horn. The powder horn. Davy Crockett!" Roland said.
Dieter and his driver, Carter, laughed. "Take me out, take me out, Carter." Dieter said. Carter flicked a switch, and Dieter's seat extended.
Dieter took aim at the Parasaurolophus with his custom Remington Model 8 and fired. The animal veered to the right.
"Okay, Carter, reel me in." Dieter said. Carter stopped the vehicle, and Dieter got out.
"Easy!" Dieter yelled to a group of hunters. Three more hunters came running up with catch poles. "Not too close, lads. Not too close." Dieter said to them. "Go for the legs. The legs! Watch the tail!" Dieter ordered.
Ludlow and Roland's vehicle stopped and the two got out. As a hunter threw a net over the Parasaurolophus, it ducked, sending the net to go over the dinosaur and land on the ground. The animal reared up, causing two men to be pulled into the air, and swung around. One man was able to land on his feet, another fell and rolled.
Two men tied a large rope around the Parasaurolophus. They pulled the rope, sending the animal crashing to the ground.
Malcolm and his group could only watch in dismay as several dinosaurs were captured.
Roland and his longtime hunting partner, Ajay Sidhu spotted a large, three-toed footprint in a surrounding of trees.
"Burke! Come here." Roland said.
Burke rushed over to him.
"You recognize this trackway?" Roland asked.
"Yes I do." Burke answered. "Tyrannosaur."
Roland looked up at Ajay. Roland went over to his vehicle, and opened a case. He pulled out a Holland & Holland Double Rifle. Roland checked the chambers, making sure the rifle was loaded.
Ludlow came over. "Ah, Roland! Roland! Hey! Where do you think you're going?"
"To collect my fee, Mr. Ludlow, to collect my fee." Roland answered. Heading into the forest.
Ludlow followed him until he stepped into a puddle. Looking down he saw he had stepped into a large footprint.
Dieter, meanwhile, opened his canteen and dumped water over his head to cool off. He heard a warbling noise. He looked down at a small creature hissing at him.
The creature was a greenish color, and stood on two legs. It's front arms ended in two fingers. It was no bigger than a chicken.
Dieter pulled out a wooden cattle prod.
"Oh my god!" Burke said excitedly.
"Compsognathus triassicus. Found by Frass in Bavaria in 1913." Burke said, misidentifying the Compsognathus.
"Is it dangerous?" Dieter asked,
"Uh, nah, I wouldn't think so." Burke said. "Compys have been presumed to be scavengers like jackals.
"Gives me the creeps." Dieter said. "It's like it's not even scared."
"There haven't been any visitors to this island. There's no reason for it to fear man." Burke explained.
Dieter promptly zapped the Compy with his cattle prod, sending the animal shrieking into the forest.
Burke looked up at him, appalled.
"Now it does." Dieter said coldly.