Z.O.M.G! Please forgive me for not updating in forever ): I will give you all cookies ): If anybody still wants to read it :L

Becker lowered his gun, stepping aside to let the three men through. "Glad you could make it," he joked, trying to make light of the situation they were in, which was weird for him. Stephen ignored him.

"Where's Abby?" he asked, trying to see down the pitch black corridor, a weak beam of orange-yellow light cutting through the darkness like a knife through butter.

"Through here," Becker replied, his mood returning to suit the task at hand. It was only then that Stephen saw the blood that marked his hands, and the ugly smear of it on his forehead. The stench of it was overwhelming and Stephen soon saw where the worst of it was coming from. The body of Daniels was barely hidden by a piece of fabric, presumably found somewhere in the palace. He stepped into a side room not far down the corridor after Becker, cautiously avoiding the pool of semi-congealed blood slowly creeping across the carpet. Connor wasn't far behind. Bryce stayed at the door, motioning for Brown to join him.

Abby was lying on a hard green leather sofa, her head propped up by its arm. She appeared to be asleep; her eyes darting around under her eyelids suggested it to be fitful. Even under the poor lighting it was easy to see how pale she was, the blood drained from the wound in her side. She was in a bad way. Cutter had tried everyone's mobiles but their signals, like the radio's, were blocked. The men stood there in shock, the sudden realisation that one of them could die from this job sinking in.

"How long do we have to get her out of here?" Connor asked, stammering on tears trying to force their way out, his throat closing up painfully as he tried to hold them in.

Cutter stayed silent for a while, trying to build up the courage to look him in the eye. "If she stays in this condition, then a few hours max."

"And if she gets worse?" Connor gave up holding back the tears, letting them flow freely down is face.

"Probably just under an hour." Cutter's voice held little emotion, but by looking into his face, Stephen and Connor could see a mixture of emotions. Anger. Fear. Regret. It wasn't his fault but he still blamed himself. He should've checked the dilophosaurus was fully unconscious before he made Abby tend to it. They'd decided they had to shoot it. They couldn't risk it waking up whilst they were trapped in the lone stretch of corridor. Abby wouldn't be very happy when she woke up. If she woke up.

"Look," Becker killed the awkward silence as he walked into the room. "We really need to get out of here ASAP. Whoever's blocking the signals and trapping us in is probably in here somewhere. Hopefully we can get out unnoticed if the CCTV is off. If they have the technology to block radio signals, who knows what else they can do?"

"Okay. How do we get Abby out?" Stephen asked.

"We haven't got time to make a stretcher so we're going to have to take turns to carry her." Becker replied. "You ready to go? Stephen, you carry her first." Stephen nodded and gently picked up, Stephen, you carry her first." Stephen nodded and gently picked up Abby, mentally cursing as he saw her face contort in pain. Becker, Bryce and Brown all had their guns at the ready, following closely behind Connor who had to open the doors to get out. Stephen and Cutter were behind, Abby weakly murmuring in her sleep.

They crept out of the corridor and were all secretly relieved to get away from the sickening stench of blood. The dark corridors were oppressing, and the only sounds were their footsteps, Abby's distressed murmurs and Connor fiddling with the wires to open the doors. Nobody dared to speak unless necessary.

"We've just got this door to go and we're at the first stairwell. Then we should be able to get through the rest of the doors pretty quickly," said Connor whilst twisting some wires together as if he were hotwiring a car. The familiar 'click' was heard and the metal door slid to the side, allowing the group of seven to pass through quickly. Turning around the corner, they ran straight into a stairway blocked by a lot of very large, very scary looking men with very large guns. Connor audibly gulped.

Okay, I didn't mean to make their name's all begin with 'B'; it just sort of happened. Also there is a poll on my page because I MIGHT have a romantic thing between Abby and someone else, but I can't decide who. I was gonna do Connor because they were always meant to be together, but there are almost no Becker/Abby FanFics so I didn't know whether to do that. And Abby and Stephen are cute . Please vote to help me?