A while later, the mercenaries' Fokker plane approached an expanse of jungle.

"This is it!" D-Caf said.

"See anything, Oscar?" Yoder asked.

"Looks familiar..." Oscar said.

"How is that, exactly?" Yoder asked.

"Before your time."

As the plane circled the area, Oscar scanned a section of jungle.

"No sign of them there."

Oscar looked over at a nearby cliff wall.

"That girl say anything to you about a cliff?" Oscar asked.

"No...but she did say they were going north. They coulda been heading for the coast."

Oscar looked out into the distance.

"No sign of 'em. Just trees." He said.

Oscar then noticed a black cloud in the trees.

"We've got smoke." Oscar said.

D-Caf turned the plane towards the smoke.

"Smoke?" Yoder asked. "Think they're trying to signal us?"

"I thought we were dealing with a hostage situation..." Oscar said.

Suddenly, a dark shape came up from the trees.

"What was that?" Yoder asked.

"Birds, headed this way!" D-Caf said, as a flock of jungle birds flew past the plane.

"Toward the plane?" Yoder asked. "Why the hell would they do that?"

Suddenly, a Pteranodon flew towards the plane.

"Hang on!" D-Caf said.

The Pteranodon flew up to the plane and kicked at it with it's feet, causing the plane to begin falling

D-Caf hit his head against the side of the plane, rendering him unconscious.

"D-Caf!" Yoder yelled. "Oh, I don't believe this!"

"Get him out of there!" Oscar yelled.

"Hold on!" Yoder said. "I need to engage the autopilot before we lose too much altitude!"

Yoder began flicking various switches before the plane leveled out.

"Finally!" Yoder said. "Sorry buddy, I'm gonna have to take over for a while."

Yoder pulled D-Caf out of the pilot's seat and laid him on the floor before sitting in the seat.

"Oscar, D-Caf's out." Yoder said. "Oscar?"

"Humph...pilots. Can you land this sardine can?" Oscar said.

"Hey, landing strips are for amateurs." Yoder said.

"Okay, c'mon girl." Yoder grunted. "...steady. Work with me."

Yoder managed to fly the plane onto a large clearing by the cliff.

"That'll do it for our flight, we know you have a great many choices when flying through dinosaur-infested airspace, and we thank you for choosing "Yoder Airways." Yoder said, sarcastically.

"Where are we?" D-Caf asked, waking up.

"Out." Oscar said, cigar in hand.