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Any references to people, places, businesses etc is entirely fictitious.
1.6-3 A Dangerous Creature
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Helen Cutter stomped off angrily, still clenching the ink pen in her fist.
The glittering anomaly closed behind her as she entered the Permian. The ruined campsite, with its broken tents and supplies tossed everywhere was a mute reminder that her plans had gone horribly wrong. There wasn't going to be a permanent exploratory outpost in the Permian. Helen Cutter wasn't going to be the most famous paleontologist the world had ever known. And Nick Cutter wasn't as smart as she thought he was if he had rejected her.
Helen pulled the little hand held radio frequency detector from her pocket. She had stolen it from some young man stranded in the cretaceous... Patrick... or was his name something else? She couldn't remember... she had run into many lost people in her travels. Helen couldn't be bothered to remember them all... but she did remember the supplies she took from them.
She turned the radio frequency detector on. Holding the detector in one hand and still clutching the pen in the other, Helen slowly turned around in a circle, scanning the area. There was an anomaly open to the future around here and she was going to find it. She stalked off in the direction of the high hills.
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The small dimetrodon was hungry.
And when it heard the human climbing up the hilly path, the creature interpreted the sounds it heard as a sign of weakness... not understanding this new predators huffing, hissing, snarling words.
"Damn him," cursed Helen "I'll get even... I'll get even with all of them..."
When the hungry dimetrodon attacked, Helen dropped the detector in her hurry to defend herself. She stabbed the pointed tip of the ink pen in the dimetrodon's throat... eyes... body. Over and over and over... venting her anger and frustration.
And when the dimetrodon was dead, Helen Cutter howled in rage.
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In the distance, the gorgonopsid hurriedly swallowed its last bite of whatever that was… and ran... as far and as fast as it could. The creature was smarter than a dimetrodon. It knew the sound of a dangerous predator when it heard one.
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Helen picked up the broken detector, looked at in and then threw it down on the ground in disgust. She ground her heel on the gadget and then resumed her trek up the hill.
Helen wasn't finished...
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