Barry was shaken. The attack by the carnotauruses made him uneasy. Nighttime on Isla Nublar. He remembered seeing an advertisement for the beautiful sunsets and starry nights that reminded people what life was like 65–million years ago. It was a selling point for the tourists. To have a truly Jurassic experience. He had a feeling that John Hammond wouldn't have expected this to be what he had meant.

Then again, perhaps he would have later on… after the first park. Barry knew enough about what happened. The storm, the fence outages, the loosed carnivores. He had given his guests a truly Jurassic experience. Just not the one they had been expecting.

He wondered if Owen had fared any better than the men that he was with. From the back of the truck, he could hear the groaning of one of the men. Muffled voices said sweet nothings to him as he tried to focus on the road. He could barely see the lights of Jurassic World in the distance, and given that there'd been nothing that followed, the silence was starting to get a little uncomfortable.

"Jesus… saved my skin back there," Hoskins finally said, having finally catch his breath. Barry only gave a "hmm" in response. His mind was shot at this point. He didn't know how to respond to the man.

"I owe you one… those good men do too…" Barry only shook his head.

"Just doing my job."

"And a bang-up job it is." Hoskins compliments grated on Barry, and only made him feel all that much worse about what had happened. Owen was gone; sure, there was the potential he was still alive, but he was, for all intents and purposes, gone. Whatever monsters Masrani had made out there had likely gotten Owen.

But… in the back of his mind, something wasn't adding up. There was no blood, no signs of struggle. Sure, there was the shred of jeans, but the only things were the walkie–talkie and the gun that he'd picked up. But aside from that? There was practically nothing. The moments of driving into the Main Street area gave him a moment's peace to consider what had happened.

It was, perhaps, stupid to consider that Owen had survived. Those carnotauruses had torn apart much of the team, and even what little he saw, he could almost certainly believe that there was still plenty of blood left over from their feast. So why didn't the smell of blood tinge the air around where he'd found Owen's things? And why only a small scrap of jeans?

"Hey, Frenchie." Hoskin's tone was sharp as he drew the Frenchman from his head. "You alright there?"

"No… something doesn't seem right." Vic's eyebrow arched at the insinuation. "Those animals out there… I don't think they got to him."

"Grady?" Barry nodded once as he parked the van just outside the Innovation Center. As soon as he did, Vic was quick to get on the radio.

"Control, this is InGen Team. Where's that medical you promised?" Silence was the response before Vivian responded.

"He's on the way down to the Ground Floor."

"Copy–copy. We'll stay put." Barry was looking around outside now. Main Street being so deserted seemed… oddly unnerving. He knew that the old InGen facilities on Isla Sorna had a similar feeling; when he was called in by Owen and accepted the offer, he'd been brought to an old worker village… or what was left of it. Jurassic World now reminded him much of that village with no guests around and so much destruction wrought by what had been described as an aviary breakout. He could even see the carcasses of a couple pteranodons close to the lagoon, and next to them broken shards of glass that glinted in the moonlight. A thought crossed his mind at that point, one that he didn't want to think about.

"Hoskins… when this is over… what's going to happen to the animals here?" Vic turned to look at Barry, shaking his head.

"Assets gotta be put down after this… or transferred back to Sorna or other parks."

"And the raptors?" Vic shrugged in response.

"They were behavioral studies, Sembène. As soon as we're in the clear with the breaches, it'll be up to Masrani what to do with 'em. But I don't like the odds of 'em being allowed to keep goin'." Barry's lips pursed at that. It was as he feared. "Look… I know we all didn't get along with the whole 'wanting to weaponize dinosaurs' thing, but you have to understand where I was coming from."

"And where would that have been?"

"Duty to my country and protecting fellow soldiers." Barry had expected something more base than that. The response took him off guard. Every time he'd seen the man from InGen, his attitude seemed very laissez-faire with regard to human lives.

"Yeah… I do have a heart and I do listen and learn things… but these are animals. Animals we brought back. It's up to us what should be done with them, not themselves."

"You say that like they're plotting against you."

"Aren't they?" Hoskins asked jokingly, holding his hand up before Barry could respond. "When I was your age… I rescued a wolf pup. Was like two months old. It could barely walk. It used to sleep on my bed, watch over me. My wife, she came at me with a steak knife. I didn't see her coming with it. That wolf pup took a chunk out of her arm." Barry remained quiet as Hoskins yapped along, looking over toward the door of the Innovation Center.

"You put him down?"

"Hell no. We had an unshakable bond, you know? Just like you and your girls. Just like soldiers and their battlebuddies, or their working animals."

"Is that what IBRIS was for? Making animals into weapons?" Barry found the idea insufferably corporate. Selling these remarkable creatures to the highest bidder for war. It didn't sit right with him. It was no wonder that Owen didn't want Hoskins anywhere near them; even after one day of dealing with Hoskins' nonsense, Barry couldn't stand the man.

"Not weapons!" Hoskins groaned. "Not… weapons; tools and companions. If we could show that your raptors were just as capable, if not more, than a seventy pound, eighty pound dog, and similarly trained… we might've done more good in Iraq." Barry's lips pursed at that. The tragedy of war didn't need more to it.

"So… weapons." Hoskins' tone immediately shifted from attempted insightfulness to childish annoyance at the drop of a hat. He didn't like his idea being challenged.

"Jesus Frenchie… will you take your head out of your ass about this? Your animals could change wars, save lives! How many commands they learn again?"

"Forty, give or take," Barry answered. He didn't care about Hoskins' reasoning. He only found the man using these animals that they brought back as weapons detestable.

"Imagine if they had the same bond that wolf cub and I had, or what you and your raptors have!"

"I don't have that sort of bond with them," Barry said simply. He saw the way the raptors looked at him, paid attention to him. He was just as much food to them as any of the other people around their paddock.

"Sure you do." Barry merely rolled his eyes. Hoskins didn't know how the raptors saw him in day to day life. He didn't know a god damned thing! Their attention was pulled away before Hoskins could respond by the doors to the Innovation Center opening. The older man that walked out hobbled his way over to the vehicle, Hoskins merely gesturing with a thumb to the back.

"As soon as this is over, I'm terminating my contract." Hoskins sputtered in disbelief.

"W–what?" he smiled, as though thinking it was a joke.

"I came here for Owen, not for you. If you want your weapons, be my guest and take one home. But I came here to learn something." Hoskins grasped at his beard a few moments, the grays in it sifting through his fingers before opening the door and leaving without a word. His gaze shifted back to Owen's effects that he'd picked up from the aviary. Hoskins' spiel at least made him remember one thing… you never left your battle buddies behind. He then stepped out from the truck and followed Hoskins and the other man toward the Innovation Center.

"Rainstorm's rolling in… Mister Regis, I highly suggest we call people back." Regis nodded slowly, hand at his chin as he looked at the weather radar.

"Has anyone found the animals yet?"

"Umm… no. Ranger teams aren't reporting anything." Lowery's matter of fact statement only made Ed snap in frustration.

"Damn!" he slammed his hand into a table. "Sorry… sorry. Okay, at least the guests are safe for now. Any other breaches?"

"Well… trailcams picked up some dilophosauruses in gyrosphere valley. They're snacking on the dead apatos… aside from that, there was two things that we picked up on a Sector Six trailcam." Lowery quickly pulled up some night vision feed on screen. Regis didn't know the area, and he struggled to see through the relatively grainier feed.

"What are we looking for?" Just as quickly as he asked the question, something blurred its way past the screen… three somethings. Masrani had already sat up to get a look.

"What was that?" Simon asked with a grunt in sitting up. Lowery tried to get a good shot of the blurring shapes, but to no avail. Whatever they were, they were fast. Only a few dinosaurs ran that fast, and given how far it was from the Galimimus Valley, it wasn't any of them.

"Alright… cool… another issue."

"Cretaceous Cruise cam just picked up something… it's the large theropod from the aviary."

"The Indominus?" Masrani asked.

"No, the other one." The camera came up, showing the creature. It stood at the bank of the river, drinking deeply from its waters. The sail on its back and alligator–like snout clearly likened it to the baryonyx and suchomimus. But its size was incredible!

"Asset Eighty-Seven," Simon responded quietly. Regis turned his head in the CEO's direction, only for him to respond. "It was one of the recaptured Site B dinosaurs. We kept it in the Restricted Section with the hope that we could make an attraction of it."

"Why weren't we aware?!" Lowery panicked, looked at it. "I mean, look at the size of it! I–it's huge! How did you all get it off that island?!" Regis pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't keep track of every asset that InGen had transferred to this island, but he was now more aware that the breaches were likely dinosaurs from Site B; it made the blurry shapes on screen all the worse considering that it could've elaborated on what exactly had happened: velociraptors, on the loose now.

The elevator door opened, and Vic Hoskins was quick to start barking at everyone.

"Anyone want to tell me what the Hell happened out at the aviary?!" he demanded. "Regis, that means you!" Ed only turned back around, eyes wide as Hoskins practically bulldozed his way up to him from the elevator.

"W–what do you mean?"

"I mean the god damn dinosaurs! There's some good men dead!" Regis looked back and forth between Vivian's console and Hoskins, holding up his hands and clearing his throat.

"Vic… back up… what happened?"

"Went to the aviary to look for Grady like you told us… you never told us anything about other escaped assets in the area!" A finger was poked hard into Ed's chest. He felt sick as he began to realize that the spinosaurus wasn't the only asset that had broken out.

"B–but I did! I told you that there were multiple assets unaccounted for!"

"We thought you meant only the Indominus and whatever beat it up!"

"Carnotaurus." The calmer tone from the Frenchman who stood to the side with Masrani only made everyone look toward him. "Those were carnotaurus. Owen told me about them; said that he was asked by Dr. Wu to look at their enclosures."

"Dr. Wu?" Simon asked. "Why him?" The Frenchman simply shrugged before Simon looked over to Regis. "Do you know what may have caused paddock failures in the Restricted Area?"

"Power failure?" Ed suggested.

"That's a negatory," Lowery elaborated loudly. "If it were a power failure, we would've been able to monitor it from Control. But there is a question I have. Why can't we track them? If they're on the island, they should have trackers and systems in place." Hoskins pinched the bridge of his nose at that, realizing. Regis looked over to Vic with confusion.

"Hoskins, is there anything you neglected to tell us?" Ed asked dangerously.

"Separate operation from Jurassic Parks & Recreations," Vic explained. "InGen Security Division kept track of all the animals from Isla Sorna before handing them off to Applied Sciences." Such a revelation made Ed sick to his stomach. Simon's hand was at his mouth now as everyone looked in awe at Hoskins.

"How many animals were in the Restricted Section?"

"Don't know… that's a question for our good friend Doctor Wu." Simon shook his head.

"I didn't authorize this."

"But you did!" Hoskins pointed out bluntly. "You wanted these animals recovered from Isla Sorna, you just didn't specify which ones were going to Jurassic World and which were being studied for medical purposes!"

"They were all supposed to be for Jurassic World!"

"Ah Jesus!" Hoskins whinged, throwing his arms to his sides. "Put it in writing next time!" The argument was getting out of hand. The black man gave a shrill whistle that shut everyone up at that point.

"Blame games won't solve anything. Listen. When Vic's team and I went up to the aviary, we found Owen's gear." Hoskins' lips pursed as he kept on explaining. Regis was now attentive as he considered everything the man had to say.

"I don't think Owen's unscathed, but I don't think he's dead."

"Hold up Sembéne, how do you know that for sure?" Hoskins asked bluntly.

"No blood. Didn't smell like there was anything bloody."

"So you're saying that Owen may be alive?" Simon asked. The man shrugged in response.

"All I know is that I'm going back out there to look for him." Regis' eyes widened at that. If there were dinosaurs from Site B on the loose now, this operation was scuttled. But before he could say anything, Hoskins responded with crossed arms.

"I can't let you do that," he stated simply.

"Look, if there's a chance he's alive, then —"

"Then what?!" Hoskins guffawed. "You're going to go out there, in the middle of that and, what? Save him from this shit?"

"Mister Hoskins," Simon started.

"No! Simon, how many more people have to die before this operation starts to make sense?! We are well underequipped to deal with this! We have to scupper and —"

"What do you mean?" Ed asked. Hoskins turned back to him with a shrug.

"Complete and total evac. Thought that was obvious!"

"Like hell we're evacuating without everyone on board!" Ed shook his head at the Frenchman's insistence, only for Hoskins to shake his head.

"Barry, listen to me! I was only told that one asset was out of containment when we got to the aviary! We weren't told anything about escaped carno-what's-its and other carnivores out and about! At this point, we're scuppering!"

"You're abandoning people?!" Barry asked with a snarl. "I thought you knew what you were doing, that you were better than this!"

"This is an InGen situation, and InGen's going to handle it in the best way it knows how."

"By field-testing animals as weapons?" Hoskins and Regis both stiffened, Masrani looking between Barry and him before he looked over to Hoskins.

"That's it… okay. Yeah Simon. We wanted to diversify your holdings in InGen to the military–industrial complex! Okay?!" he asked, as though it was something totally obvious.

"No, that's not okay!" Simon protested. "This is a gross violation of —"

"Of what Mister Masrani?" Regis asked, backing up Hoskins. "Okay, think of it like this! There's going to be media, news outlets everywhere talking about this failure! By this time tomorrow, we could have had no need to evac everyone, safe and sound back home, if you didn't step around this issue! People could've read in the news how you saved lives, no how Owen's animals saved lives, and given you a bigger portfolio in defense!" Ed knew what Hoskins was about to get at. He'd heard Hoskins talk about weaponized dinos in such a way before; how they could save more lives.

"That's right! And that can still happen!" Hoskins encouraged. Simon looked positively disgusted. "Everybody that's alive is gonna get off this island, they're gonna talk about InGen's professionalism in getting people evaced, and Barry here is going to talk about how Owen's animals saved lives, better yet how you made the tough call to loose those raptors out into the wild, to hunt the Indominus and find 'lost guests'!"

Barry looked appalled at the insinuation. He knew what Hoskins was suggesting as he looked around.

"Everyone is getting off this island within the next twenty-four hours, everyone! Enough people've died for me to know when it's time to dip out. The question is if we're killing that thing that caused this in the first place." Simon remained silent, Barry looking to the CEO in utter aghast.

"He's talking about leaving the raptors out of containment… we will never reopen," he tried to reason. He didn't want Jurassic World to close. Much as he knew that it would be closed for a long time after this, he didn't want it permanently shut down. But Simon said nothing. Instead, he sat back in his chair, leaving Ed Regis to turn to the group around them.

"Right then… you heard the man! This is an InGen operation now! I want everyone that isn't at a central console out and in the elevator! You're going to the East Dock; I want only essential personnel at this point!" Everyone seemed to quietly shuffle and start collecting their things, with only Vivian and Lowery staying behind. They were the only two at the central consoles. Hoskins was also quick to jump into action, with Barry quietly looking at the CEO in disdain.

"Frenchie! You and I are going back over to the henhouse, and we're getting your girls ready." He hissed, grabbing Barry by the arm and pulling him toward the elevator. "Simon, I'm going and getting some clearance for Applied Sciences."

That seemed to snap Simon out of his stupor, the man standing up and shaking his head.

"No. I'll do it Mister Hoskins." Vic seemed to stop, looking at Simon curiously.

"This mess… it's all my fault, and I'm making it right by getting everyone out of here safely and quickly… if you want to gallivant off and kill that monster out there, that's on you; but I'm going with my people." Vic looked sternly at Simon before giving a chuff and shrugging.

"Sure… whatever floats your boat boss." He then sighed and looked at the cameras showing off the remains of Main Street as Barry was pulled away by Simon; there was no one, not even the animals. Hoskins sighed and nodded.

"Regis, get in touch with the Mainland. Tell them that Jurassic World's extinct."

Barry was in shambles. Hoskins had taken control entirely of this operation — no… no. This was a field test. It wasn't about saving lives, it was about proving Hoskins' point right. In 24 hours, Jurassic World was to be abandoned by everyone, and he didn't care. He cared more to kill the Indominus, whatever it was, and deal to make sure that whoever was left got out.

The dream was over. Even Simon seemed resigned to that. The poor man's heart was broken when he realized the extent of Hoskins' desires. He'd told Barry to be the first one to the raptor pen, and told him to keep it simple: keep them safe. The Frenchman had to make sure that Hoskins' plan went through without a hitch; he was the only one that could at this point.

For Simon Masrani's part, he thought that the man was doing the right thing. Battered and bruised, the CEO of Masrani Global was putting his neck on the line to get all the remaining workers from Control to the East Dock. It was where all the other staff was. It was also apparently where Dr. Wu had gone; from what he'd gathered, the lab was abandoned, with only Wu's stuff still there; it was like he'd just up and left to evacuate the island long beforehand. Simon was still able to get the clearances for the Applied Sciences Division, giving the codes back up to Regis up at Control. They could at least track the other animals now.

As for Barry, he was now working with the men at the raptor pen to prepare them for what was to come. Their constant shrieks and snarls told that they didn't appreciate being woken up at this hour, against their normal routine. Trying to wrangle them into the truck was a hassle, with Blue often sprinting out when the door was opened again, and Echo fighting tooth and claw to stay away from the neck. When Vic would get there, he'd try and plead to at least wait until morning to do this. They had another 23 hours or so anyways, probably closer to 22 due to the boats needing to leave.

"Barry," an older voice called over the cacophony of noise. Dr. Monroe was a sight for sore eyes, though he was very clearly tired. "Y're still here?"

"Hoskins is doing something stupid," he stated simply.

"What kinda stupid?"

"The kind that gets people killed," Barry said. Ed Monroe only nodded shortly, hobbling his way over and to look over the pen, looking in to see two of Vic's boys wrangling one of the girls in: Echo; she'd been particularly ornery and unwilling to cooperate.

"I see… do ya have a plan?" Barry simply shrugged.

"Just… make sure that Vic doesn't get everyone killed."

"I meant how," Monroe clarified. Barry simply shrugged again. He heard the vet sigh. "Look… if ye're gonna get up'n go with 'em, ya best have a plan fer any shitshows that happen. Those kids that Owen found? They survived 'cause they're smart." Barry listened carefully to his rambling, only asking a singular question.

"Kids got lost?"

"Yup… Safe's t'say that they did; Owen found 'em, got 'em halfway 'cross the park t'save their asses. I'd be lyin' though if I said we found their gramma yet; Simon took 'em to the dock." Barry only chuckled at that, shaking his head.

"Sounds like him… why are you here Doc?"

"Here t' help. I know that y're gonna try'n find Owen."

"How do you intend to help?"

"Extra backup t' tell Vic t' wait." Barry could only chuckle. "Simon wanted me to." The Frenchman was ecstatic that Simon had the same idea that he had! It was good to know that he wasn't completely oblivious or disconnected from the situation.

"Then you better be ready for a shitshow." Right on cue, Barry could a Mercedes pulling up the road. Before it even stopped, the door was opening and Vic was jumping out from the passenger side door to run over. Barry only crossed his arms with Ed standing hunched and relaxed.

"Y'think he'll listen?" he murmured. Barry shook his head once as Vic walked over to them.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road! We got a dino to find!"

"Now hold on Hoskins!" Ed started, already stepping in front of him. "Y'even know what y're doin'?"

"Yeah, I know exactly what I'm doing. We're using Owen's girls to track that thing so we can blow it up to high hell!" As though demonstrating what he meant, he gestured to how the InGen crew was already starting to load weapons into a truck nearby. "Why? You going to protest and try to stop this?"

"I'm the chief vet. 'Course I am."

"Shouldn't you be at the dock then, old man?" Without warning, Ed moved to punch Vic in the face, the meaty thud only surpassed by a 'snrk' from Barry, entertained by the notion.

"Y're an idiot," the veterinarian said simply. Vic was wiping blood from his mouth, likely from a cut received by his own tooth.

"The hell was that for?!"

"Y'er goin' t'get yerself killed out there." Ed then gestured to the jungles out there. "Simon wants this to wait 'till mornin', when we can actually see what we're lookin' for."

"Jesus, you're gonna just let him drag his heels through this?!"

"I don't like it either Vic," Barry interjected. "The girls have been a handful to try and get into the truck." The InGen Security chief was quick to start walking his way over toward the animal pen, still rubbing at his jaw. "It would be better to wait until morning!"

"Not happening!"

"At least tell us why then!" Ed called, hobbling after him with Barry in tow. The truck shuddered as one of the girls was unceremoniously tossed in. It was likely Blue again. Vic turned back to look at them both, face beet red and full of spite.

"Here's your answer. I said so! Asset's going to be asleep, so are most of the others out there, right? Why not use your animals to hunt her?!"

"And do you know how you're going to get them to track her?" Hoskins remained quiet as Barry only shook his head at his logic. Hoskins didn't even know how he wanted to use his supposed "weapons". He just knew he wanted to use them.

"Like I said… idiot," Monroe commented.

"Then what do you propose, Frenchie?!" Thankfully, he'd already had the idea while over here, and pulled out the bit of jeans from his pocket. The torn fabric seemed to bewilder him.

"W-what? What is that? How's that going to be any better?!"

"Think Hoskins. Owen's clever 'nuff to avoid th' other big'n, spinosaurus. If Owen's anywhere, dead 'r alive, it's with yer Indominus."

"It's also more likely to get those girls to listen; they'll know he's in trouble, and they'll go looking for him. We call it hide and seek." Barry knew that was the primary reason he picked the fabric. He couldn't care less about Hoskins' vendetta. But he could care about finding Owen or his body.

"Alright Frenchie… I'll bite… what is it?" Vic nodded. Barry only explained it as best he could to the man.

"It's a scent drill… Owen did them a lot; when they get on target, and they will get on target, wait to engage. They are pack hunters: will heard into a kill zone. That will be when you take your shot. If you know how to set up a shot, wait until the shot is set; do not shoot Owen's girls." Monroe looked between Barry and Hoskins, the Frenchman waiting for a statement from Hoskins about how he'll take command. He only nodded in short order and then started walking over to the other men.

"Alright! Listen up kiddos! We got a plan!" Barry only shook his head, walking over toward trailer. There were nasty sounding snarls coming from inside. He hoped that what he was doing wasn't a mistake. He knew those girls were smart. They'd find Owen.

"That went better than expected," Monroe pointed out.

"Much better… tout doux, tout doux!" Barry could hear the snarling from one turn into a curious warble. The sounds of snarling struggle only started again when he heard two distinct thuds into the trailer, followed by indignant screeching. "Calme! Calme! Tout doux!" Barry tried to shush them, with Ed watching in awe as he finally spoke.

"Y'know… Owen's girls always struck me as… I dunno… tamer. But right there… that's why I think Hoskins is an idiot… how fast can they run?" Barry only sighed in response as he turned back to Ed.

"Forty… fifty when they're hungry. Probably same looking for Owen in danger."

"Oowee!" Monroe exclaimed. "I'd probably be wormfood 'fore I got through the gate… Owen was extremely lucky, told 'im as such." Barry only chuckled in response.

"Do you think that he's still alive Doc?" Ed only sighed and shrugged.

"Last I saw 'im, he was gettin' away from the action… but he was real close to it."

"How close?"

"Edge o' the woods near th' aviary. Just 'cross the road. Shoulda ignored 'im and took 'im back." Barry raised an eyebrow as Ed lamented his failure to save Owen.

"You say that like it's your fault that he's gone."

"Never said that. I only shrugged." Barry's lips pursed at that.

"Listen… whatever y'do, bring 'im back… I don't care if it's just the body, bring 'im back… he doesn't need t'be here on this god-forsaken island." Barry nodded in agreement.

"I will. What about you? What about you? What's your plan?"

"Well… I think I'll go back up to Control, keep my eye on th' other Ed." Barry hadn't even realized the two shared a name as he started to hobble back toward his car. "Y' be safe now!" Barry nodded, looking back over to Hoskins and his men. He was quick to jog over, listening to what Hoskins had to say.

"Sounds like a plan boss."

"Alright, let's move it out!" Hoskins called out. He then turned back to face Barry. "You ready Frenchie?"

"As ready as I will ever be."

"What? You saying that you never took 'em out to see what they could do?"

"No," Barry responded simply. He didn't like Hoskins' attitude towards this operation. It made him uneasy, and he knew that something bad was going to happen as a result of this. He walked over toward his ATV, pulling out the key from his pocket to start it up. Hoskins, meanwhile, went to the trailered truck. He could hear the indignancy of either Blue or Echo from inside, and see the trailer wobble from one of them smacking against it. Vic only startled and laughed at the sudden bang, jumping into the cab.

Barry wasn't laughing at that. He had a feeling that there would be some difficulty in getting them on target. Starting up his ATV, Barry drove up next to the trucks, waiting for them to pull out and away before following behind. The bright lights of the raptor paddock were left behind in favor of only the lights of their vehicles. The Frenchman felt quiet and unnerved as they passed by the East Dock, lit up and with plenty of people still waiting by the dockyard. Barry could only hope that they'd be getting out soon. Even if the fences weren't offline, he couldn't help but worry for them.

Passing back into the park through the eastern gates, the convoy made its way northwest back toward the aviary. Barry was concerned, however. The nightmarish carnotauruses were still there. Did Vic have a way to deal with them? As they pulled up toward the aviary, a looming, broken sight on the dark horizon, they remained on the road, not straying anywhere close to the forest nearby. A crackle went through the radio as Vic finally said something from the cab.

"Alright Frenchie, do your magic. Kids, keep your sights trained on those woods!" Hoskins was absolutely not having anything to do with the carnivorous theropods, it seemed. Walking up toward the trailer, Barry tried to settle the girls down, grabbing a clicker from his pocket. He gave a sharp whistle, going toward the back of the covered trailer as he pulled the piece of jeans from his pocket. He gave a few attentive clicks, hearing all of the raptors make their way over to the door.

"Bon… Bonne fille," he cooed, listening to their snuffling through the back of the trailer as he offered the clothing. He gave another few clicks, waiting for the obvious shuffling of another one to come forward. He could tell it was noisy Echo, hissing and snarling as she sniffed at the offered item. Another few clicks from his hand, and another came over to the trailer gate. He couldn't tell who this one was, but he could tell who the next one was by how she stopped snuffling, then sniffed deeper, more curiously before giving a sharp, short shriek to the others: an order. It was Blue, ready to look for Owen just as much as he was.

He came out from around and got on the radio as he got back on the ATV.

"Don't stay too close behind. Let them work."

"Copy that… trailer opening in five, four, three, two, one." A loud, metallic clang, and the sudden thuds of four velociraptors told him that the girls were out now. He could only think about how he was going to get them back in after they found their target. Blue looked around the trailer, looking over toward Barry with a slow, snarled hiss before an attention bark was given by another of the raptors. Blue's attention was torn away, and she was off, flying past the trucks and Barry toward the woods west of the aviary.

"They're off! Go!" Barry called out. Immediately, the Frenchman started driving, following past the trucks to the front of the convoy, keeping his eyes on each of the raptors as they bounded forward.