Notes:

Soundtrack suggestions

The attack on the train and the chase along the railway:
- The Chase – Junkie XL, Mortal Engines.
- Na'Vi Attack – Simon Franglen, Avatar: The Way of Water (From 01:18 to 03:03).
- The Jungle Chase - John Williams, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (First up to 01:00, then from 03:35 to the end).
- The Desert Chase - John Williams, Raiders of the Lost Ark (From 03:38 to 06:35).
- Sab Than pursues the princess – Michael Giacchino, John Carter (Up to 04:45).
- The Hunt — John Williams, The Lost World: Jurassic Park.
- Warg Scouts – Howard Shore, The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (extended edition) (Up to 02:31).

The couple and Franklin tries to board the train:
- Silurian Scorpions — Dominik Scherrer, Primeval (starting from 00:20).
- The carnotaur attack — James Newton Howard, Dinosaur (From 01:20 to 02:45).
- The Wolves of Isengard — Howard Shore, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (complete recordings) (starting from 02:44).
- Storm is Coming — Junkie XL, Mad Max: Fury Road (From 02:42 to 03:36).
- Na'Vi Attack – Simon Franglen, Avatar: The Way of Water (Starting from 03:43).
- Khazad-Dûm — Howard Shore, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (complete recordings) (From 00:48 to 03:40).

-o-

"Stop that fucking Humvee, Owen, so we can get out of here!" Claire shouted while they were still being shot at.

"Easier said than done!" Her boyfriend said while shooting at InGen's vehicle.

They were passing a flatcar loaded with vehicles and various crates, the fourth from the end. The door at the end of the third wagon, a passenger car, opened and a few InGen soldiers came out, leaping onto the next wagon to take up position there and try to shoot the couple. Claire pressed the accelerator pedal, getting out of range before they could take aim.

At the same time, Theo Lomas and Fanny Oven got out of the third wagon in turn and continued straight, passing behind the InGen soldiers, as Wheatley had ordered them to follow the fugitives' jeep.

The mercenary leader didn't want them dead, he just wanted to intimidate them and purposely targeted their vehicle to try and stop them. Before Torres and his minions took them to God knows where, he wanted to speak with them about Stan's death, and thus it was crucial for his two subordinates to prevent InGen soldiers from killing them. Fanny turned, making sure that those were well behind.

Ahead of the fugitives, a gate stood across their path. It had been left ajar and with the jeep the fallen park director had no great difficulty in bursting through it and they entered a large, gently sloping pasture. The latter extended between the valley's eastern slopes, covered by the jungle, and the rail, which separated it from the Celeste in the middle of the valley and its dense riparian vegetation. About a kilometre downstream, the pasture gave way to a forested area, and the valley was joined by the one spanned by the viaduct a little further east, the same one where the assassins had been killed.

Not far from the entrance gate, which InGen's Humvee passed in its turn, was a sizable group of grey-coated Brahman cows. They were driving straight towards them.

"Cows!" Franklin shouted, thinking Claire hadn't seen them.

"I saw!" she replied.

But she did not turn the steering wheel and pressed the horn. The herd emitted a chorus of bellows and the animals in the path of the jeep suddenly moved aside when the jeep reached them. Frightened by the shots fired from the Humvee, the cows began to run downstream.

"Stop shooting! If we kill a cow or two by accident, we're going to be called murderers again!" One of the InGen soldiers told the shooter while the fugitives were mingled with the herd.

"Who cares?! Torres want them stopped at all costs! Collateral damage will be PR's problem, not ours!"

The driver turned the steering wheel to the right, avoiding the herd. As they rounded the latter, passing between it and the wood on the slopes to the right, the InGen soldiers noticed that they were going faster than the fugitives amidst the herd. If they continued at this rate, they might be able to cut them off a little further. But while their eyes were fixed on their targets, they didn't see a small group of motorcycles emerge from the shadows of the woods and swoop down on them. Three in number, the motorcycles were equipped with two seats. While a driver handled the vehicle, a passenger behind them held a gun. The one on the lead motorcycle aimed at the InGen trooper whose upper body was out of the Humvee and he shot him in the back of the neck. The soldier stiffened and fell into the grass. Startled, his comrades looked back and saw the bikers reaching them. Before they could roll up the passenger side window, the passenger of the lead motorcycle threw bangers through the opening left and crackling sound inside the Humvee, followed by the shouts of the soldiers. Soon the driver lost control of the vehicle and after driving too quickly over a rocky outcrop, it lost its balance and began to roll towards the rail and the bottom of the valley, passing through the middle of the herd and hitting a cow or two along the way. The panic of the rest of the herd redoubled. Fortunately, the fugitives had finished crossing it a few seconds earlier.

Alerted by the noise, Owen and Franklin turned and saw that not only the Humvee stop in a flat area near the rail but also the group of bikers immobilized higher up, beyond the charging cows.

One of them raised his fist.

"Death to InGen!" he cried in Spanish.

Surprised by the sudden irruption of those bikers, the fugitives looked at each other.

"Who are these guys?!" Franklin exclaimed in panic.

"Out of the frying pan...," Owen began.

"Into the fire," Claire finished.

The motorcycles roared and raced down the slope, driving towards the jeep and the train. Farther downstream and behind the fugitives, more gunshots rang out, telling them that the Humvee's attackers were far from alone. Danger was everywhere and they couldn't turn back. They could only move forward and pray that they weren't targeted. Franklin slid between the back seat and the front seats and stayed there, hoping that this nightmare would end soon, whatever the outcome and the manner.

The group of bikers who defeated InGen's Humvee arrived almost at the jeep's level and the couple noticed that the criminals had the head of a bird of prey tattooed on their necks, the same as those of the men they had seen at the site of their fight against the assassins. They knew that they were part of the same organization and that they were the pawns of that Englishman who ordered the destruction of the Shitpiercer and the death of its passengers. While Claire focused on the driving, Owen eyed the approaching bikers and kept the sawed-off shotgun in hand, ready to fire should they act in a threatening manner. They hoped they would just ignore them and pass them after they saw that InGen had sent men after them but when the man sitting on the back of the nearest motorbike started to get up to turn towards them, Owen knew that wasn't going to be the case.

"Back-off or I shoot!" He threatened.

But the gangster did not react and when he seemed ready to jump, Owen readied the shotgun, intending to use it to strike the assailant as soon as he grabbed the jeep. He didn't have the chance because suddenly, Claire swerved to the side and the jeep hit the motorbike violently, knocking down the driver and his partner. Surprised and irritated, the gangster duo cursed the fugitives but their insults quickly became cries of terror and pain when the herd of Brahmans trampled them in their stampede.

Further ahead, the trio saw another group of three bikers. They rode close to the railroad track, parallel to the train, and the passengers on each of the motorcycles watched the wagons intently, probably looking for handholds to grab.

"They're trying to board the train!" Owen noticed.

While Claire accelerated, he turned to Franklin, who was still sitting behind the passenger seat and staring at his lap.

"Franklin?!"

The IT technician didn't answer. The Raptor Whisperer bent down, grabbed his shoulders and shook him a little.

"I know you're scared, but we need you," he said, looking at him in the eyes.

He then passed him the sawed-off shotgun and the machete, keeping only the pistol in hand.

"Keep that, please!"

"But I don't know how to use a gun..."

"Use the machete then. If one of them tries to board us, stick 'em with the pointy end."

Franklin nodded weakly and Owen stood up, stooping his gaze on the bikers.

Hearing an engine noise different from that of their vehicle, the mobster sitting in the back of the motorbike closest to the jeep turned and saw their pursuers. Seeing Owen take aim at them, he informed his driver and the latter swerved to avoid the shot. The bullet just missed one of the other two motorcycles.

"Deal with them!" The driver of the last motorcycle told his passenger.

He spun around and as the jeep was about to crash into them from behind, he stood up and leapt towards the hood of their pursuers. Before they could do anything, he landed on it and managed to grab onto it, obstructing Claire's visibility. Owen wanted for a moment to shoot him through the windshield before realizing that it might hurt his girlfriend. While he tried to reach the front passenger seat, Claire then began to make sudden movements with the jeep, making him stumble and the boarder to slide on the hood. The gangster tried to hold on but to no avail and he finally fell, biting the dust violently.

"Mediocre!" The fallen park director exclaimed with contempt.

In the Shitpiercer's last wagons, the InGen soldiers deployed there as well as Wheatley and his mercenaries had reached their positions and were in the process of subjecting the attackers to heavy fire.

"Let's repel those Mad Max rejects!" one of the mercenaries declared.

Two motorcycles and their crews west of the rail were strafed, but no sooner had these opponents been defeated than others appeared. East of the rail, on the side of the river, an all-terrain truck accompanied by three motorcycles appeared and the train's defenders noticed that the truck's bed was occupied by five men, each equipped with a grappling hook. With them, those boarders could cross the ditch between the rail and the track taken by the truck. On the motorcycles, those seated behind the drivers began to fire towards the wagons occupied by the defenders.

"The truck! Kill the driver! Its boarders mustn't come any closer!" Shouted one of them.

In their carriage, Manny looked at Danny.

"Kid! Stop those bikes!"

Danny nodded and the goatee mercenary then turned to other of his comrades.

"Is that surprise coming?!"

While Danny and a few other mercenaries were in the middle of a firefight against the motorcycles' shooters, their comrades finished preparing the surprise, consisting of a machine gun. They placed it by one of the carriage's windows, stabilized it, aimed its cannon at the track between the rail and the river, and Manny called out to the attackers:

"You want to witness?! Witness this!"

The machine gun then fired, turning the truck's cabin and its occupants into sieves before mowing down the motorcycles. As several of the boarders had thrown their grappling hooks and were about to jump, the truck veered off course and left the track, starting to roll down the embankment which sloped down to the Celeste. The vehicle immediately lost its balance and rolled a few times before falling into the river, where the few boarders remaining in the truck's bed drowned. As for the others, they had either ended up on the track, either into the ditch after the mercenaries had cut the ropes of their grappling hooks.

Having just witnessed the death of their comrades, the group of attackers on the other side of the rail, made up of another truck and two motorcycles, hastily moved away and accelerated to pass the mercenaries and the InGen soldiers as quickly as possible. They did not return to the track until they began to pass the first animal containers (at least the first from the train's rear) and the men in the truck's bed threw their grappling hooks at the top of one of the containers and jumped to the train. After climbing it, the group headed for the junction between the wagon of vehicles and equipment (the one where Theo and Fanny had passed the InGen soldiers, soldiers who since returned to their wagon) and the one on which the first animal container rested. This container and those that followed it were large, so much that they could each contain an animal the size of an elephant, and on the first were written the characters STEG. Its task accomplished, the truck pulled away from the rail and disappeared into the nearby jungle while the two motorcycles sped straight ahead, continuing to drive parallel to the train.

When they reached the junction, some of the boarders leaned over the space between the two wagons and the other two continued towards InGen soldiers' carriage, taking cover behind one of the vehicles or the crates. For the moment, they must not betray their presence.

At the same time, the jeep carrying Rankin and his three companions reached the bottom of the valley. Not far from their position, on their right, they saw a jeep with a torn off roof pursuing a motorcycle of the Gavilanes, the gang they had hired. They noticed that the jeep was driven by a redhead woman and that a tall long-haired man was standing behind, pistol in hand. McSweeney, busy driving, paid no attention to their faces, but his three companions recognized the occupants of the other jeep.

"Is that…?" Doctor Scherrer began.

"Yeah, it's them," Adrian confirmed.

Claire caught up with the bike and slammed into it like a bumper car, knocking it over. Further upriver, Rankin saw another knocked down motorcycle and noticed that the one being pursued had no longer a shooter, who had likely been knocked down or shot.

"She thinks she's in a demolition derby?" He said aloud while shaking his head in disbelief, surprised to see the fallen director of Jurassic World behaving like an action heroine.

He picked up his phone and made a call.

"Dorian. Take the Monkeys and wait in the gorges," he ordered.

"Aye aye," a male voice replied.

Rankin put his phone away.

"Follow that jeep!" he ordered McSweeney.

His subordinate obeyed and as they rode along the rail and the Shitpiercer, they were overtaken by the two motorcycles which had escorted the truck whose boarders had managed to climb on the train. Hearing them, Rankin turned to them and pointed to the other jeep further ahead.

"Stop them! Come on!"

The bikers complied and a little further, they rushed in their turn into the opening left by a broken gate and leaving the pastures, they passed under the forest's shade.

The fugitives' jeep was following somekind of track, just wide enough to allow two cars to drive side by side. Looking behind their vehicle, Owen saw the new bikers.

"But how many are they?! For fuck's sake!" He exclaimed.

Still holding the pistol, the keeper pointed it at the bikers and fired. He managed to shoot one of the drivers, but when he wanted to shoot the other, he heard a click. The last bullet had been fired.

"Dammit!"

He crouched down and left the pistol on the bench seat.

"Shotgun!" he immediately commanded Franklin.

He handed him the sawed-off shotgun and once he had it in his hand, Owen straightened up, ready to fire at the other motorcycle. While the one whose driver he had hit was immobilized further behind, the other had disappeared. The keeper looked frantically for it, until he heard a roar to his left, at the top of an embankment. Driving alongside it, the motorbike overhung them and in the back, the driver's partner had stood up and pivoted to face the jeep. Timing his move well, he eventually jumped off the bike and managed to reach the jeep, landing hard on Owen. The shotgun slipped from the keeper's hands and the two men fell on the backseat, where they began to fight in hand-to-hand combat.

Worried, Claire couldn't help but look behind her, but when she brought her eyes back to the track, she saw in her mirror that another motorcycle was catching up with them from the left. It was the one Owen had immobilized by shooting its driver. His partner had taken the wheel in the meantime. She saw the biker beginning to stretch out his right arm.

"Do something, Franklin!" she screamed.

Holding the machete close to him, the IT technician watched Owen and the Gavilanes fight right in front of him. He wanted to help his companions but didn't dared to strike the Costa Rican thug, being on one hand afraid of him but also afraid of hurting Owen by failing his attack. However, he was aware that the three of them would soon die if he did nothing. The biker to the left of the jeep was already trying to grab Claire's arm and while keeping one hand on the steering wheel, she was trying to struggle against him. The feeling of being a passive burden gnawed at Franklin. He was tired of that. Suddenly, he let out a scream and thrust the machete blade forward, straight into the gangster's shoe. He felt the blade pierce the latter and then sink several inches into something harder than the shoe's rubber. The attacker suddenly let out a cry of pain and Franklin realized he had just stabbed his foot. His opponent having just loosened his grip, Owen took the opportunity to free himself and push him away with his feet. The back of the thug's head hit the door and the keeper then lunged forward to punch him in the face. Then he pulled the machete from the Gavilanes' foot, lifted him up, and threw him overboard.

For her part, Claire got rid of her assailant by suddenly opening the door, pushing the motorcycle to the side. Before he could react, the biker began to slide down the slope towards the railway, but he ended up on the way in a tangle of vines, in the middle of which he struggled under the curious gaze of a Capuchin.

While the trio sighed in relief after winning that fight, Franklin remembered that there was still a motorcycle somewhere to the right of the track. When it reappeared and the biker took out his pistol and pointed it at Claire, the young man immediately grabbed the sawed-off shotgun and fired in the direction of the bike without taking care to aim. Of course, he didn't hit the target but surprised, the biker deviated from his trajectory and went straight to skewer himself on a branch. Franklin retched when he saw that and, in an anguished voice, he exclaimed:

"What did I do?!"

"You saved our lives!" Claire replied.

"Thanks, kid!" Owen added, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder.

As the occupants of the rainbow armadillo jeep defeated the bikers they had sent, Rankin ordered McSweeney to speed up.

On the other side of the rail, one of the motorcycles lost its balance and slipped off the embankment after being shot at, but a loud crash in the vegetation announced the arrival of a larger vehicle. Shortly after, a pickup truck rolled onto the track and Wheatley noticed that it was equipped with a heavy machine gun in the back. Its operator began to rotate it.

"Take cover!" The mercenary leader shouted.

His men had just enough time to lie down before the machine gun began to spit. Bullets whistled above them, destroying the few windows still intact after the previous shootings and the carriage ended up as holed as an Emmental cheese. The mercenaries stayed like that for several long seconds, until the machine gun stopped firing. Danny, then near one of the east side windows, carefully looked outside and saw that the vegetation at the top of the embankment was too dense for the pickup to continue driving along them. It seemed to have disappeared.

"That was close," the young mercenary noted.

"We got lucky," said another.

After looking at his men and checking that none had been killed, Wheatley stood up and looked outside as well.

"That pickup hasn't said its last word. Brace for anything," he told his men.

"Since when do gangsters in this country have heavy machine guns?!" Manny wondered. "I thought this was Costa Rica, not Mexico!"

"Who's the son of the bitch who gave them such a weapon?!" Mickey exclaimed.

Frightened by the heavy machine gun fire, a group of Capuchins left the trees closest to the railway line to reach those further west. Hearing their cries amidst the surrounding racket, Owen looked up and saw them swinging from branch to branch or vine to vine as they fled.

The only missing thing is Shia LaBoeuf acting like Tarzan, the Raptor Whisperer thought.

It was then that Rankin's jeep caught up with that of the fugitives and rolled to its left. McSweeney swerved to the right, in order to collide sideways with the other vehicle. Just shaken, its passengers turned and Owen aimed the sawed-off shotgun at them.

Rankin waved at them.

"Good evening Mrs. Dearing! I'm a huge fan!" He said to the fallen park director.

You're a fan of me because InGen's is up to shit creek because of me, at least according to some people? She guessed.

"What a pleasant meeting, isn't it?!" he asked.

"Who the fuck are you?!" she shouted at him.

"Jeremy Rankin, humble contractor and former member of Her Majesty Elizabeth II's Secret Service!" He introduced himself with feigned humility.

He then pointed to his companions.

"Here's part of my team! You might meet the rest, if you're lucky..."

As he studied them, Owen swore he'd encountered Adrian somewhere before, and digging into his memory, he remembered seeing him once or twice on Isla Nublar.

"InGen wants you dead!" Rankin continued. "Why are you defending that bloody train?! Because your former colleagues are on board?! They should have left InGen when they had the chance! If this train is destroyed, it will sound its end! Join us! My employers could make you a generous offer!"

Crossing the gap in the vegetation made earlier by one of the boarders' trucks then still further ahead, they came out on a road and passed just in front of an immobilized post van. The truck had hit it violently, deforming the hood and smashing one of the headlights into pieces. They passed so quickly that they couldn't see if its driver seemed to be still alive.

"I'm not doing this for InGen!" Claire retorted as they entered a banana plantation on the other side of the road. "So back off Mickey Mouse or you'll end up like the bikers!"

She swerved left, hitting Rankin's jeep, then sped up, leaving them behind as McSweeney maneuvered to avoid the banana tree they nearly hit. Rankin shrugged.

"At least we tried," he sighed.

He turned to the ex-InGen Security employee.

"Adrian, shoot them!"

Adrian gulped, nodded weakly, and raised his rifle, ready to fire as soon as they would be near the fallen park director and her companions again.

"No one mocks my ears," Rankin said, staring at the rainbow armadillo jeep between the banana stems and leaves. "No one..."

Driving in a row parallel to the one taken by the couple and Franklin, the mercenaries narrowed the gap between the two jeeps and Adrian pulled the trigger on his gun, firing at the other vehicle.

Having seen this ex-colleague about to fire, Owen warned his companions. He and Franklin flattened out but Claire could only bend over and move closer to the steering wheel, careful to keep her eyes above it so she could see where she was going. In addition to the jerky spit of Adrian's rifle, they heard that of the Gavilanes machine gun.

While the latter was firing on the back of the train and more particularly InGen soldiers' carriage, the postman regained consciousness in his damaged vehicle. When the machine-gun pickup crossed the road on the other side of the rail and he caught a glimpse of it between the wagons, he was frightened at the sight of this scene, which seemed to be straight out of a war movie. As the shooting continued, the postman hurriedly got out of his van and fled the scene.

"They're nuts! They're nuts!" he screamed.

Fortunately for the train, the vegetation on its left side became too dense for the machine-gun pickup to continue to drive alongside the rail.

Noticing that the attacking vehicle was moving away, Theo and Fanny, then clinging to the front end of a container bearing the letters STEG, slowly pulled themselves up in order to look at the rear end. At the other end, one of the Gavilanes was standing, overlooking the InGen soldiers' wagon, his two comrades on the equipment wagon between and the two busy between the latter and the wagon with the STEG container. He had his back facing the two mercenaries. Suddenly, Fanny whistled, attracting the gangster's attention. The Costa Rican, a thin and rather short man, turned quickly, pointed his gun forward and stepped onto the roof of the container. But while he was taking care to walk around a hatch made of thick steel bars, he was shot by Theo in the chest. The Gavilanes lost its balance and fell between the hatch's bars, inside the container, where he impaled himself on the thagomizer of a tranquilized Stegosaurus. The two mercenaries then hoisted themselves completely onto the container's roof and moved forward.

At the same time, InGen soldiers came out of their wagon and after a brief exchange of fire with the two Gavilanes on the equipment flatcar, they managed to defeat them, leaving the last two defenceless, especially as Theo and Fanny threatened to take them from behind.

But as they passed the hatch, the two mercenaries saw the rear of the train suddenly move away and the space between the Stegosaurus container' wagon and the equipment's widen considerably, until they realize that the gangsters had managed to separate the two. On the one carrying the equipment, one of the Gavilanes was trapped and tried to escape the InGen soldiers by jumping out of the wagon and fleeing into the jungle, in vain as he was shot before he could even reach the bushes. The other, then between the container and the edge of the wagon, wanted to do the same but Theo jumped on him, pinning him against the metal before knocking him out.

Meanwhile, the last wagons of the train had come to a halt just before a bridge over the river and soon Gavilanes arrived in large numbers to attack the mercenaries and the InGen soldiers entrenched in the Shitpiercer's amputated tail. Hearing the first shots of this engagement, Theo and Fanny hoped that their comrades would hold steady.

Letting out a curse, Adrian lowered his rifle and waited for another shooting opportunity. Beyond those damn banana trees which prevented him from hitting the bull's eye, the jeep with the rainbow armadillo was still speeding by and none of its occupants seemed to have been injured. Rankin grew impatient:

"You're bad at your job, Adrian! Are you too drunk to aim properly?! Bugger, I have to do everything myself... Doctor Scherrer, give me the rocket launcher!"

Scherrer nodded weakly and passed him the rocket launcher stowed in the back of the jeep.

"Rocket!" Rankin commanded him.

The scientist took one of the rockets and passed it to the former Secret Service agent, who loaded it into the weapon before raising it and aiming for the other vehicle, firing at the first opportunity.

The couple and Franklin gasped in surprise as the rocket blew the top of the banana tree they had passed under, throwing pieces of stems, leaves and even bunches of bananas into their jeep. Turning around, the two men realized that their pursuers were armed with a rocket launcher. In the rear-view mirror, Claire saw Rankin's jeep pull into the same row as them, but the banana trees on either side being either too big, either too close from each other in that part of the plantation, they could not escape for the moment. If their pursuers fired again, they were finished. They had to shake them off.

"Throw those bananas on their way!" The fallen park director commanded to her companions.

Owen complied first, grabbing one of the bananas' bunches and throwing it behind the jeep. Startled, McSweeney was forced to swerve, preventing his boss from firing, which angered him. Copying the keeper's example, Franklin took another bunch and threw it overboard as well. The mercenaries could not avoid this one and when they rolled on the bunch, they skidded and ended up outdistanced by the fugitives, who continued to throw bananas on their way.

"They think they're in Mario Kart?!" Rankin exclaimed in a half-amused, half-dismayed tone while McSweeney did his best to catch up to them.

The couple and Franklin managed to get out of the row and out of the plantation, back into sight of the Celeste. That part of the river followed some sort of ravine towards a small waterfall a little further, but Claire noticed that a trench had been dug on both sides of the river at the level of a ford, in order to allow agricultural and/or forestry vehicles to pass from one bank to the other without making a huge detour. The fugitives followed the trench and the fresh motorcycle tracks on the ground, took the ford but as they left it, Rankin fired the rocket launcher again. But he aimed badly and the rocket hit the rock wall near which the jeep passed and not the latter, projecting stones all around. One nearly crashed on Franklin's skull, however, and he jumped when it landed right next to his feet. Further upstream there were gunshots, those of a fight between Wheatley's men and the Gavilanes who had surrounded them at the bridge.

Following the dirt track out of the trench, the rainbow armadillo jeep momentarily passed through an area of uncultivated jungle and left the tree cover soon after, emerging into another pasture, bounded to the east by the railway. Unlike the one further upstream, it was flat, appeared to be empty and the fugitives saw only four motorcycles further ahead. As they accelerated to catch up with them, they saw a new vehicle appear above the jungle on the other side of the rail. The ACU helicopter.

Leaving the forest area between the two pastures in their turn, Rankin and his companions also saw InGen's aircraft. They and the fugitives wondered what he was doing there.

Shortly before, the pickup truck with the heavy machine gun had reappeared on the east side of the railroad and was driving parallel to the central wagons. After shooting at the train car which contained some InGen soldiers as well as Valentine Taylor and the other security guards, the pickup continued, aiming to reach the head of the train before it reached the gorges. A little further, the pickup's driver spotted two passenger carriages, those that Operation Fallen Kingdom's participants had nicknamed Midway. He accelerated to be right at their level and pointed them to the machine gun's operator. In those two wagons were the keepers and the veterinarians and at the beginning of the attack, they had been instructed to barricade themselves, to take cover and to remain hidden. Crouching under one of the windows of the first Midway car, Pasqual saw the pickup and shuddered in horror as it slowed down to keep up with them.

"Machine gun!" he shouted.

The operator pointed the cannon at the carriage, sketched an evil grin but just before he pulled the trigger, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and had the impression of receiving several stab wounds at the same time. In the next second, something pulled him away from the machine gun and even from the back of the pickup before shaking him roughly. The daggers dug deeper into his flesh and the Gavilanes let out a cry of pain which alerted his driver. Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw his comrade caught in the jaws of a horned bipedal dinosaur with pale red skin and black mottles. A carnotaur, one of two fugitives from Site D. Ariadne.

Frightened, the driver lost his concentration and noticed too late that he was going straight into a thick tree trunk. The shock was so brutal that the front of the pickup was dented and the driver was killed instantly.

Behind, a motorbike tried to go around the carnotaur but inadvertently received a tail blow which knocked it over. Witnessing this, the driver of a boarding truck swerved to the left to avoid the animal, unwittingly hitting another motorcycle that was passing him on that side. But in his haste, the driver had miscalculated his overtaking and losing its balance on the sloping terrain, the truck tipped over halfway between the pickup embedded in the tree and Ariadne.

From the top of the container on which they were advancing with their prisoner, Theo and Fanny saw the carnotaur throw the mutilated remains of the machine gun operator to rush on the overturned truck's boarders, whose moans had attracted her attention and caused her frenzy. Above them, they saw the ACU helicopter turning, seeking a position for neutralizing the escaped predator. The two mercenaries were about to continue on their way, desiring to reach a covered wagon before another eventual pickup equipped with a machine gun or worse arrived and mowed them down, but it was then that Theo spotted the fugitives on board of their jeep.

He saw that they were chasing four motorbikes and were themselves chased by another jeep. Looking to his left, the mercenary saw two motorcycles coming from the south. Having probably attacked other parts of the train before turning back, they were heading towards the fallen park director, her boyfriend, and the IT technician from the Dinosaurs NGO, intending to flank them. Theo didn't know if the fugitives had noticed the presence of these new attackers, but if they were ever surprised, he feared they wouldn't make it. But Wheatley wanted them alive. In their eyes, it was better that they manage to escape this battle than they die in it. The mercenary turned to his comrade.

"Keep moving!" He said to her. "I just need a minute."

While Fanny dragged their prisoner to the next container, Theo took his rifle, pointed the motorcycles coming from the south and fired. He managed to hit one, which collapsed in the grass immediately afterwards, but before he shot the second, it also fell, hit by a shot from the jeep. Those two vehicles neutralized, Theo let out a sigh and went to join Fanny and the captive Gavilanes.

The fugitives were then able to refocus on the motorcycles between them and the train, neutralizing another while the helicopter positioned above them. Turning around, Franklin noticed that Rankin had armed his rocket launcher again.

"They're going to fire again!" he shouted to the couple.

But the former British Secret Service agent raised his weapon, aiming for the ACU helicopter instead. The rocket went off, heading straight for the craft.

On board, the embarked shooter was aiming at Ariadne when the pilot suddenly shouted:

"Rocket!"

The shooter barely had time to hang on before the helicopter quickly spun around to try to avoid the rocket. They couldn't dodge it, but instead of entering the cockpit, it hit the tail.

On the ground, Owen and Franklin watched as the helicopter began to spin, losing altitude before disappearing behind the trees. The noise of the train and the chase preventing them to perceive any eventual explosion sound, they did not know if the helicopter had crashed or not.

On the other side of the rail, the two men and Claire saw one of the Gavilanes reach a pickup embedded in a tree. As he climbed in the back, Ariadne the carnotaur reappeared nearby, chasing a man who was crawling on the ground while screaming in fear like a piglet about to be butchered. When she saw the gangster in the pickup take the machine gun and aim it at the dinosaur, Claire felt troubled. The machine gun fired and the predator let out a bloodcurdling howl as the bullets riddled her. She staggered and collapsed on her side with a wheeze that was painful to listen to. Then the Gavilanes rushed at the carnotaur like a pack of rabid dogs. The couple and Franklin did not see what they did to her but they knew they were probably avenging their fallen comrades in some very barbaric way.

A fierce veil of rage passed before the eyes of the fallen park director and she hesitated. For a brief moment, her companions even thought that she was going to abandon the pursuit of the train and instead go after the gangsters on the other side of the track, but after tensing her fingers and grimacing, she accelerated and rushed straight at the three motorcycles in front of them. She spilled one, then the other, deliberately rolling over one of the bikers.

Having seen his companions being knocked down one by one, the driver of the last motorbike took fright and wanted to flee. But noticing this, Claire accelerated to catch up with him and when she was at his level, rolling to the left of him, she grabbed the sawed-off shotgun with her prosthetic hand, lifting it with more ease than she would have with her natural hand, pointed the barrel at the biker's head and pulled the trigger. Part of the gangster's skull exploded like a watermelon and with his driver still having his hands on the handle, the motorcycle continued straight for some distance before falling. Already nauseous from Claire's crazy driving, Franklin leaned over the edge of the jeep and vomited his lunch, sickened by what she had just done to the biker's head. The trio then headed for a gate further south.

Still following them, Rankin and his team passed by the last biker killed.

"Good heavens!" He huffed after seeing the burst skull.

He laughed in disbelief.

"Adrian, your ex-boss is a fucking nutter!" He told the former InGen Security employee. "You should have told us she had a taste for savagery! I'm suddenly starting to believe that she could be that ghost."

"Well, I've trouble believing it's the same woman," the American replied. "The Claire Dearing we're chasing is not the one who signed my checks but a real she-devil..."

It was then that they heard the voice of one of the Gavilanes on the radio.

"Mr. Rankin! Our team at the bridge has been repelled by the mercenaries! The casualties are too heavy, we're falling back!" The Costa Rican announced.

Rankin rushed on the radio.

"That's out of the question! Continue the attack!" He ordered them.

"But InGen reinforcements are coming from the north! If we don't leave, we'll all be killed or captured, including you!"

On the other side of the rail, near the carnotaur's body, the two British mercenaries, the American and the scientist saw motorcycles and two trucks picking up the stranded Gavilanes and disappear into the jungle.

"Cowards!" Rankin yelled at them.

"You heard them," Dr. Scherrer said. "We have to leave."

"Yeah," Adrian agreed. "McSweeney, get us out of this mess! Now!"

The bespectacled mercenary looked at his leader.

"What do we do?" he asked.

Rankin sighed.

"We clear off," he grunted.

While McSweeney took them to an exit, Rankin looked at the rail.

"They only won the first round…," he said.

Crossing a cattle grid, the couple and Franklin exited the fields and followed a new track, which soon brought them to an intersection where they had two choices. Either they continued straight along the railway line or they turned right and skirted the fields for some distance before probably joining a road that led to the nearest village.

Thinking that Rankin was still on their heels, they continued straight ahead, fearing that they would give him the chance to hit them with the rocket launcher if they decided to take the other route. As they passed container after container of large herbivores and a wall of vegetation stretched to their right, they noticed that, far behind them, Rankin's jeep had disappeared and assumed that they probably turned around and abandoned the pursuit. Now the fugitives overhung the train, which was going through a kind of trench and had slowed down. Ignoring how far the track continued and thinking it would be a good idea for them to board the train and try to reach Torres, Owen knew it was time to abandon their vehicle.

"Can you bring us closer to the edge, Claire?" he asked his girlfriend. "We board it and deal with Torres!"

After having studied the left edge of the track and noted that they could circulate there without incurring too much risk of tipping over in the trench and ramming into the train, the fallen park director brought the jeep closer to the edge and Owen looked at the wagons that they overlooked. They were still containers and their roofs would be a safer landing place than the arched roofs of the tarped wagons and the passenger carriers farther forward.

"Franklin!" he called.

The young man came close to him and Owen pointed to him the container closest to the first tarped wagon.

"You see that container?"

"Yes," Franklin replied hesitantly.

"Prepare to jump on it. Claire, speed up until I tell you to stop!"

As the fallen park director complied, pulling them closer to the chosen container, Franklin looked at Owen in astonishment and dread.

"I'm not going to jump on that!"

They reached the container's level.

"Stop! Keep up that speed!" The keeper shouted to his girlfriend.

He immediately turned to Franklin.

"Jump!"

Franklin shook his head.

"No, I can't!" He protested in a frightened tone while looking at the container just below.

Owen lost patience.

"I'm going to count to three!"

He grabbed him and started counting.

"One..."

But just as Franklin thought he was going to say two, Owen threw him with all his strenght out of the jeep. The keeper heard the IT technician cry out in terror as he approached the train and the container, on which he landed hard on his stomach.

"The stone behind the passenger seat. Put it next to me!" Claire said to her boyfriend as he looked at the motionless IT technician on top of the container, hoping he hadn't hurt him or worse.

Owen grabbed said stone and placed it on the passenger seat.

"Give me the wheel!" he said.

"You're standing. Go!" she replied.

He noticed that the track would soon cease to overhang the rail and begin to descend toward a depression. Owen didn't know what the rest of the track would look like or even if it continued but only one of them would have time to jump on the train.

"I want you to go first!" The keeper insisted.

She grew impatient.

"Owen, now is the not the time to be chivalrous! Jump, damm..."

She was interrupted by a loud crash in the vegetation to their right, a crash that was followed by a beastly hiss. Alerted, Owen turned his head and instinctively recoiled when he saw a carnotaur emerge from between the trees. He barely had time to hang on and let out a curse before the dinosaur's skull slammed into the back of the jeep, knocking it off course a bit. While the carnotaur spun, Owen recognized it thanks to its burns. He knew that Toro had emerged from the jungle at least a few minutes before Ariadne, had crossed the railroad and reached the vegetation on that side before the ACU helicopter arrived at his level. While they prepared for Franklin's jump, he must have either started to hear them or caught their scent. Aware that the jeep could only move forward on the track, Toro just had to wait for them to pass within range. The keeper's gaze met that of the predator.

"Go! Go!" He said to his girlfriend.

Claire regained control of the trajectory and pressed the accelerator pedal. Seeing them escaping, Toro growled and rushed after them. The track deviated from the rail and soon it began to descend and the couple took advantage of the incline to go even faster and increase the distance between them and the predator. When they arrived at a lower crossroads, at the bottom of a dell, just in front of a tunnel, they thought they would outdistance him too much for him to continue the pursuit but as they went straight, they came into sight of a dead end.

"Shit! A dead-end!" Claire exclaimed.

She stopped the jeep, making the stone slide from the passenger seat. She looked at her boyfriend.

"Reverse! Let's take the tunnel!" He told her.

The fallen director engaged the reverse gear and backed as quickly as possible towards the intersection.

"And if he's still behind?!" she asked.

Owen checked the sawed-off shotgun's magazine. It was empty.

"Let's hope we'll reach it before he does. Otherwise, we'll force our way through!" He replied, dropping the firearm in front of the seat before grabbing the machete.

The tunnel reappeared but the keeper noticed that the carnotaur was finishing running down the slope.

"Hurry up, honey! He's getting closer!"

They arrived in front of the tunnel and as Claire started to spin, Owen stared at Toro and brandished the machete high with a scream. To some, he would have evoked a caveman trying to intimidate some wild beast. The objective was to gain a few seconds because if the carnotaur reached them, they could do nothing, the machete being a paltry weapon compared to his jaws. The keeper's scream and posture didn't impress Toro, which darted forward while Claire finished her manoeuvre.

"Claire!"

"Hang on!"

She pressed the throttle, and Owen narrowly avoided Toro's jaws again. As the jeep sped through the darkness of the tunnel, the carnotaur slowed down, took the time to turn around, then resumed running, entering the tunnel in his turn while growling. His prey and he came out on the other side and the track going to the right to follow the rail, Toro had to slow down again to change direction. But the predator having not stopped moving during the last two hours, fatigue was starting to be felt, especially as the track was going up, and the couple distanced him quite easily. Eventually he stopped running and gave up the hunt. Hearing no helicopters, he did not seek refuge in the vegetation and walked on the track.

Farther ahead, the couple was driving up the train, looking for the container on which Owen had thrown Franklin. As the first tarped wagons came into view, a head with dark curly hair appeared atop one of the containers, staring in their direction. Owen breathed a sigh of relief.

"There!" The keeper quickly pointed.

Claire noticed the presence of the DPG IT technician but at the same time, they passed in front of a sign indicating the presence of a dead end at the very end of the track as well as a risk of falling. To their left, the jungle was too dense for them to navigate with the jeep, and if they ever abandoned Franklin and turned around, they would stumble upon Toro, which would give them no chance. They no longer had a choice. They had to continue and successfully board the train. Since the containers had no grips, the couple continued on to the first tarped wagon, which had a small platform at the nearest end.

"The platform!" Claire shouted.

Her boyfriend nodded and when they reached its level, she ordered him:

"Now you jump!"

He complied and managed to cling to the platform's railings. His legs wobbled for a moment in the air just above the railroad's rocks, then he pulled himself up and passed to the other side of the guardrail. He then looked at his girlfriend with a worried face, wondering how she was going to manage to jump on the train without anyone driving the jeep. She had a plan however.

As soon as Owen jumped off, the fallen park director began to slow down and the jeep eventually stopped. Keeping the engine running, Claire then grabbed the rock she had asked for earlier and which ended up under the glove box. She put it on the passenger seat.

Farther back, Toro paused when he saw this and intrigued, he cocked his head sideways. Hoping for a moment that maybe he was going to have a chance, he started to trot, but she stormed off in a cloud of dust. Aware that he wouldn't be able to catch up with her, the carnotaur stopped trotting, growled in frustration and when the last wagon had passed him, he crossed the railway line to reach the woods on the other side.

From the platform at the back of the wagon, Owen saw the jeep reappear on the track and race to catch up. He then thought back to the stone, the one Claire had requested, and guessed her plan.

Once she came back into view of the DPG IT technician and the keeper, the fallen park director took her foot off the accelerator pedal, grabbed the stone and placed it instead of her right foot, maintaining pressure on acceleration. As the jeep continued on its own, Claire got up immediately, left the driver's seat, gave a slight swerve to maintain a straight trajectory, and joined the right side of the jeep, preparing to jump. As she approached the tarped wagon and Owen's outstretched arm, she began a countdown and hoped she was right in her calculation. At the end of the long straight line formed by the track, a frail wooden fence stood, a fence that the rail passed before taking a bridge built over what Claire presumed was a wide ditch or a ravine. She had to jump.

When she reached the end of her countdown, the jeep was about to reach the platform of the tarped wagon and Claire jumped up to her boyfriend. He leaned a little more over the platform's railing and her prosthetic fingers closed tightly around his right arm, making him wince in pain. Not waiting for her to slip, he put his other arm behind her back, lifted her with all his strength and stepping back on the platform, he passed her over the railing.

"I got you!" The Raptor Whisperer said to Claire while her legs were still hanging in the emptiness below her.

Behind her, the driverless jeep rammed through the fence and jumped into the ravine beyond, crashing against a rock a dozen meters below.

A little tired, Owen staggered back as Claire hugged him and stabilized her feet on the platform. Before he fell, he leaned against the nearest wall and loosening her grip, she did the same, positioning herself between him and the railing on the right side. They didn't know if there were any guards nearby, but after this gruelling chase and all those high-risk stunts, they just wanted to catch their breath. Across from them, Franklin climbed out of the container and walked towards them, glaring angrily at Owen. The Raptor Whisperer laughed softly and the fallen park director looked at the landscape to her left. The rail was running once more next to the Celeste and on the opposite bank of the river was a small village, Corrales. Behind its peaceful abodes and the jungle beyond, the sun reached the horizon.

"What a day. What a lovely day," Claire sighed wryly.