Chapter Four
The cameras on the ATVs continued to run, capturing the roar of the T-Rex in the not so far off distance. Owen stopped his near where Barry was, turning off the engine and climbing off. He moved over to the other man, gun at the ready as he surveyed the forested area around them. The French man shut off his vehicle and watched as the ex-Naval officer moved in front of him, cautiously keeping an eye out for anything that would be of harm to them. "What's the plan?" Barry asked, keeping his tone down.
Owen let his gaze skim over the camera before he looked to where the road was. He debated the next course of action; Tara seemed less than enthused about seeing them, but she was going to have to come back either way. With InGen's intent on taking over the park again, she wasn't being given a choice. Even if they had to back down, which he felt would be best at this point; he wasn't going to leave her again.
He looked to his friend. "We're going to get her," he answered. The other man stared at him before half sighing and half groaning.
"You are going to get us killed," he responded. Owen ignored him, grabbing his walkie-talkie from his belt instead.
"Lowery, I need eyes." He kept his gaze on his friend. His nature didn't tell him to put others in danger, especially not for missions he gave himself. The man would always have the choice, but he also knew Barry's loyalty ran nearly as deep as the Raptors had.
"Where?" Lowery's voice came through.
"I need to know where that Rex heads. Anything you see of Tara or the Rex." He pulled the walkie from his mouth and hesitated for a moment. "Or Blue."
"Do you know which direction they were headed?" He fell silent, thinking through the scene in his mind.
"South," Barry answered, his own walkie to his mouth. Owen smirked some.
"Toward the resort?" Lowery asked.
"Yep."
Lowery let out a small sigh and hung his head. The last thing they needed was a giant, carnivorous dinosaur to break into the building and try making its way into the control center. He tried to think about how high the ceiling was in comparison to the dinosaur in question before looking up to screens in front of him. His fingers danced over a few of the buttons on the control panel, flipping most of the cameras to the ones around the resort, but leaving the two on the ATVs active.
He was about to grab the walkie from his desk again when an arm reached passed and took it. Charles held it up to his mouth. "How many of my men survived?" Lowery turned some in his seat before looking forward again.
"No idea, they ran before I did," Owen responded. The sound of an ATV starting up in the background could be heard and Claire grabbed the walkie-talkie back from Charles. Her attention went to the screens, where she could see Owen getting back onto his ATV and Barry turning his toward the road again.
"What's your plan?" she asked.
"Going to head back to the resort, see if they end up there." They watched as the two headed through the trees again, turning back onto the road. The two slowed passed the truck that was carrying the members of the ACU. Limbs and blood littered the area, the back of the truck still open. The ATVs came to a stop near the open door way. Owen could be seen crossing in front of the camera.
"What're they doing?" the man still in the back of the room asked. He stepped up next to Charles.
"Looking for Tara," Lowery responded. Owen walked in front of the ATV camera again before they were off, heading down the road. The man at the control panel suddenly stood up. All eyes shifted to him.
"What are you doing?" Claire asked. He looked her straight in the eyes.
"Going to Gate 5." He squeezed his way passed the two heads and made his way toward the door. The red haired woman turned and watched him before looking to Charles and the other man. She shook her head and hurried after Lowery as he headed through the door. Charles motioned another man to take Lowery's place at the controls.
"Lowery!" Claire shouted once she entered the hallway passed the lab. "You're going to get yourself killed." The man paused at the door, looking back to Claire. He could still see the look Tara gave Owen when he called out to her, the look of anger and betrayal. Her amber eyes, already predatory and inhuman, seemed to have lost any spark of humanity behind them. The look unsettled him.
"You once told me to be a man and do something. I'm doing something," he responded and slipped out the door to the lobby, heading straight for the outside.