The rumbling began to get louder as the ground shook.
Nervously, Yoder stepped back towards some rocks.
"T. rex." Oscar said. "It's leaving."
"Dammit, Oscar!" Yoder muttered. "I only have one pair of pants."
Later, Yoder informed Oscar of his findings.
"The plane's not gonna blow, but just about everything in it, including our weapons is flame broiled."
"No game trails, no nests...this is base camp for now." Oscar said. Oscar began walking off.
"Hey, get this," Yoder said, pulling out the thermos. "I found this thermos full of iced tea in her pack."
"Thought you were a coffee kind of guy." Oscar joked.
"Whatever you say, boozer." Yoder teased. "Except it's not really iced tea. Look."
Yoder held up the small container.
"Hmm..." Oscar was interested in what the thermos was holding.
"So, now what's the plan?" Yoder asked. "We're gonna try to salvage this gig?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna go look for our "friends"." Oscar said.
"Shouldn't I come with?" Yoder asked.
"We lost the guns." Oscar reminded. "Means I gotta be in stealth mode."
"You sayin' I can't sneak?" Yoder said.
"I'm sayin' neither one of us can sneak and watch her at the same time. 'Sides, she won't talk with me around, but maybe gumshoe Billy can get her to open up."