CHAPTER 137

Before Dr. Johnson could step on the gas Bryce snatched the side of the steering wheel. "The guns." He pointed in the direction of the pile of weapons the raptors had confiscated.

Dianna looked across the motor pool to where she saw the vulture-like utahraptor tearing into the interior of a Ford Explorer through the shattered glass roof. It was obvious that someone there was in immediate danger. "Bryce, we need to-"

"Dianna, we'll never survive this with one half empty pistol."

"God damn it. Of all the times you have to be right." She shook her head and sped off toward the guns.

Two velociraptors were standing over the weapons as they approached. As soon as they saw Hector aiming his pistol over the roof of the cab their confidence began to crumble. Hector unloaded a shot that grazed one of the hunters through the meat of its shoulder. At that they both retreated.

Dianna swerved to a stop, and Bryce jumped from the truck. Half the weapons he dumped in the bed with Hector, and the others he tossed in the cab. Now with a pistol in hand he backed into the truck and shut the door. Between the vehicles in the motor pool a growing ring of raptors was forming around the pickup. They hissed and growled, but none of them approached. The utahraptor with the mohawk was back on its feet and among the circle.

Dr. Conners met eyes with the dinosaur and said, "she looks pissed." The raptors' plan was falling apart, and he did not want to stick around to see what kind of retribution would unfold upon them should they be caught again. "Let's get the hell going," he said.