CHAPTER 151
Three days after the Jurassic Park incident…
Dr. Johnson's ball point pen scratched at a page of notebook paper in a quiet back corner of the emergency bunker. Stippling dots and feathering motions fleshed out the sleek and muscular form of a utahraptor in meticulous detail. She paused to run a hand through her hair only to realize once again that she'd taken a razor to it two days ago. She considered herself lucky that the gasoline fire had not scorched her scalp, but she couldn't justify the burnt and stringy mop it had left her with. When a shadow crossed her notebook she looked up.
Dr. Conners was standing over her with a tired look on his face. "You're up early," he grunted through a stretch of his spine.
"These cots aren't the most comfortable." Dianna slipped her pen into the spiral binding of the notebook.
Bryce slid down the wall and sat on the floor next to her. "That phantom hairdo takes a while to get over. You remember when my wife and I divorced, and I grew it out just to spite her?"
"Here I thought you were just depressed."
"Funny. Well, anyway, I shaved the beard and buzzed the hair all in the same day. Took me weeks to stop brushing invisible hair out of my face."
Dianna sighed as she ran a hand over her bare scalp again.
"Look on the bright side," Dr. Conners smiled. "Now you and Kyra are twins."
"Great. I'm a rebellious teen lookalike."
Bryce chuckled and glanced over at the drawing in her notebook. "May I?" He held open his hand.
Dianna passed him the notebook, and he examined the image. The scruffy looking utahraptor on the page was an excellent likeness of the creature that resembled an oversized turkey vulture. Dianna had even written the word "VULTURE" at the bottom corner of the page.
Bryce said, "you've always gotta give them a name?"
"They can't help what they are. They weren't monsters until we brought them into a world where they don't belong."
Dr. Conners nodded. "True enough."
Turning to the previous page he saw a drawing of the utahraptor with the mohawk. The word "TOMAHAWK" was written in the corner. Flipping another page back he saw a drawing of the clan leader with the name "FALCON" printed below. There were no more sketches after that.
Bryce handed back the notebook. "Those are fitting names."
Dianna was watching his face. She could tell something was on his mind. "What's wrong?"
He shook his head. "I've just been thinking."
"Are you worried about the plane? God knows I am."
"It's not just that. Dianna, it's been three days. All the fencing across the entire island could be down. We don't know what's running around out there. Do you have any idea what kind of chaos could ensue with so many predators running loose on this island all at the same time. Every one of them is going to be competing for territory. It may be like WWF Wrestling with dinosaurs out there."
Dianna laughed, "now that, we could definitely charge admission for."
Dr. Conners sighed and got to his feet. "Yeah, I just don't want to be in the middle of it. You want some coffee?"
"You mean that same instant sewage we've been brewing for the past two days?"
"Yeah."
"Sure."
Bryce was about to turn and go when he saw the concern on Dianna's face. "I just gave you one more thing to worry about, didn't I?"
She nodded. "No shit."