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Episode 6, Part 3

Early Morning Incursion

Abby sat in the hospital's waiting. The doctors had told her that his chest wounds would be fully healed withing a couple months. He would be on crutches for three weeks, and shouldn't participate in any strenuous activity. For a month

"Mrs. Temple?" The doctor stepped into the waiting room. "You can see him now."

Abby nodded made her way towards Connor's room.

The moment she entered she heard him say, "Abby?"

She walked up to his bed. "Its me, Connor. How do you feel?"

"Like I got run over my a lawnmower." Connor said. He laughed slightly then winced.

"Shh," Abby hushed him. She stared at the bandages wrapped around his upper body with concern.

"Do you know when I'm allowed to go home?" Connor asked. "This bed isn't very comfortable."

"The wounds aren't bad enough for you to stay over night. The doctor wants do a few more test, but then you're free to go."

"Good!" Connor sighed. "I need to get out of here; I can't take much more of this!"

"Just relax, Connor." Abby brushed a strand of hair out of his face and he laid his head back against his pillow.

Becker, Matt and Carter stood in front of the locked anomaly. It was dark out now, and the anomaly hadn't yet disappeared.

"How long they usually last?" Carter asked.

"That isn't not the question we should be asking ourselves." Mac said.

"Then what is?" Carter enquired.

"How long the batteries in the lock last." Mac said.

Carter turned to Becker. "How long do they last?"

"I'm not sure; we've never had an anomaly open for over eight hours. This one has been open for nine."

"Oh." Carter looked back at the anomaly.

The three men sat there for another twenty minutes in silence before Mac stood. "Did you see that?"

"See what?" Carter asked, sitting on the bench.

"The lock; it's dying!"

Sure enough, the lights on thee side of the device where beginning to fade,

"Weapons ready!" Becker commanded.

The soldiers all raised their weapons and trained them on the anomaly. The lock died, and the anomaly returned to it's normal state. That was when the Postosuchus Sprang through the anomaly. All three men opened fire, but the shots bounced harmlessly off of the prehistoric creature's tough hide. It's eyes locked onto one of the men.

"Carter!" Becker yelled as he and Mac backed away from the creature, still firing in hopes of getting lucky shot. "Get back!"

Carter tried to scramble back, but the Postosuchus lunged, pinning him to the ground. The E.M.D shots continued to bounce off of the Postosuchus' skin as it feasted on Carter's screaming body. The creature suddenly looked up at the others and roared, and Becker shot it directly down the throat. It swayed, and toppled over the side of the roof, crashing too the ground, three stories below.

"Carter!" Mac cried as he and Becker knelt beside the bleeding man.

Carter wheezed as he breathed. "You did it." He grinned, then winced. "Good shot, Sir." he complimented Becker. He then pulled his dog tags from around his neck. He gripped them in his bloody and before handing them to Mac. "We did good, today, didn't we?"

"We did, thanks to you." Mac said quietly. "We would never have done it without you."

Carter smiled weakly, then exhaled. He didn't move.

Becker bowed his head, and Mac held Carter's dog tags so tight in his hand that his knuckles began to turn white.

Cutter sat at the kitchen table in Claudia's home. He had just received a call about Carter.

"Cutter?" Claudia stepped into the kitchen. She wore a white nightgown. "What is the matter?"

"It's Carter."

"The private?"

Cutter nodded. "Yeah,"

"Is he... dead?" Claudia asked.

Cutter nodded again.

"Nick, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Its just that... I am responsible for this... I don't know how, I just am."

"Nick!" Claudia scolded him as she sat next to him. "You had nothing to do with the death of those men."

"How can you be sure?" Cutter snapped.

Claudia looked hurt.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have exploded at you like that." Cutter put his head in his hands.

"Cutter, you need sleep." Claudia said, taking his hand. "Lets go to bed." She guided him from the table towards her bedroom.

"Claudia, my bedroom is the other way..." Nick objected slowly.

"I know," She whispered and shut the bedroom door behind them.