Whew, that downtime for FFN was brutal, was it not?

Anyways, I just wrote this yesterday and...yeah, UPDATE!

Here you go guys. Long awaited.

"What do you mean you can no longer support her? Claire, you're rolling in the freaking dough! Your employer-"
"Tut-tut Mr. Grady. I simply mean we can no longer see the point of keeping a broken…damaged asset. Your…animal attacked one of our guards yesterday." Claire reported with that irritating nonchalance.

Owen gaped like a fish at her. "You permitted someone….someone near the fucking pen?" He asked in disbelief. "Are you that stupid or what?!" he paced about angrily. "No one goes near her without myself or Barry…or ever. Where the hell was Barry anyway? "
Dearing cleared her throat.

"That is none of your concern, Grady-" She began but Owen cut her off, getting right up to her.

"None of my concern?" Owen laughed, "Anything involving my girl is my concern you cold bit-"
"She will be taken care of, Owen. I assure you that." Claire went on like Owen had not spoken. She moved across the room to her desk to pull out some sort of file. "Do you know of Isla Nublar's sister island?
"What?" Owen asked, looking up, rather irritably at that. "Another island…?"
"Correct," Claire said, offering the stiffest of smiles. "It is home to many, many species of dinosaur, prehistoric mammal and of course, extensive aquatic life. Much more than Isla Nublar could have dreamt of. We have arranged for your animal to be flown to Sorna- which is the name of the island. This will happen within the week. Anyway, you shall be accompanying the team in charge of transport. We would not want any accidents." She smiled and left the room while Grady flipped off the back of her pretty, perfect and obviously dyed head. Still pissed, Owen heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his hair before glancing up at the clock on Dearing's office wall. Oh shit. Feeding time, where the hell was Barry?
His thoughts were answered as Barry strode past the office to get outside. "Barry!" he called and dashed out after him. The man turned.

"Owen, hello, I was just-" Barry found himself being shoved up against the door as Owen dashed out in front and pushed him. "Owen!"

"Where the fuck have you been, Barry?" Owen was still obviously pissed to no end.

"Relax, relax Owen. It's fine. I'm sorry! I was ill yesterday and-"
"Oh just because you get the sniffles that means you can bail? Some schmuck almost died yesterday."
"And where were you, Owen?" Barry asked, pushing Owen away. And Owen sighed.
"I'm sorry, sorry. Just…Claire and her…"
Barry chuckled, "I know what you mean."
"Sorry man, it's just…some guy fucked up yesterday; got too close to the pen and Blue somehow caught him…ripped him up a bit. Claire….they're moving Blue to another island." He reported and Barry nodded.

"Do you think that is wise?" Barry requested. "It would just stress the poor girl out even more." He mused and Owen shook his head.

"I'm afraid we don't have a choice. And besides, it's like Nublar…just…more dinosaurs." He shrugged. "Anyways, I better feed Blue, it has to be me. " he insisted as Barry made a move to follow. "You know what it took to get her to see me as a person to trust last time." He pointed out, and Barry relented allowing Owen to continue to the raptor pen. Blue was pretending Owen didn't exist, but when he picked up a pail of meat from the shed off to the side she became interested, following him along the fence; where Owen made damn sure to stay far away. He kept eye contact the whole time, or tried to as stairs to the catwalk above became tricky.

The velociraptor, no matter how she regarded Owen now could not disregard years of routine to forget this. With birdlike motions she came to a stop under the catwalk where Owen stood, "Blue," he called, "Eyes on me!" he insisted sternly and looked down, she kept looking to the meat. "Come on girl, the only way this is gonna work is if you cooperate!" he sighed and clicked the clicker a few times. Those birdlike movements were paired with a very unbirdlike predatory look in those golden eyes; almost human with the amount of cruelty and cunning they possessed. Anyway Owen managed to make eye contact with the raptor who chittered impatiently.

"Alright girl…" Owen took a deep breath. "Eyes on me." He smiled, "Good girl…"

Alpha.

Alpha spoke, gave a command and something told Blue that she needed to obey. He was not alpha like her, but a man. Weaker and smaller, but still very much alpha. She growled, eying the dead meat that he held. Her belly rumbled and her mouth watered, it had been a little too long since her last meal. He tossed the meat and Blue caught it in midair, taking a mighty leap; and landed surprisingly softly. Owen watched her snap down pieces of the meat and let his thoughts wander. Soon his girl would be going someplace new; he found himself wondering what Sorna would be like, it would have to have to be much like Nublar, right? Of course it would have to be much, much bigger, especially to boast such a diverse array of life. See, habitats can only support a population for so long, and once the population exceeds the habitats capabilities and thus the population dies out of either starvation, illness or dehydration and often all of these. Obviously humans were taking care of this….but it would be only a matter of time….

He offered up the last of the meat to the velociraptor who lazily snapped it up and quickly ambled into the undergrowth. Still she acted skittish around Grady, evidentially still recalling the gunshot and his apparent passiveness. Owen soon left as Blue crawled away from view and he too retired to his temporary room. He lay on his bunk, watching the ceiling for the longest time, just thinking of all the things that had happened and what could possibly happen.

Grady didn't know when he fell asleep, but when his eyes snapped open he realized his dream of angered dinosaurs wasn't quite a dream. He heard frightened roars and hisses from the only resident dinosaur at this facility. He leaped out of bed; still in his boxers and dashed outside. Grady's bare feet were covered in dirt by the time he skidded to a stop at Blue's raptor pen. He gawked for a moment at the capture crew working to wrangle Blue into a large transport cage.

"What in God's name is going on?"