In the control room, Muldoon stood before the big windows that overlooked the park. At seven o’clock, the quartz floodlights came on all over the island, turning the landscape into a glowing jewel stretching away to the south. This was his favorite moment of the day. He heard the crackle of static from the radios.
“The Land Cruisers have started again,” Arnold said. “They’re on their way home.”
“But why did they stop?” Hammond said. “And why can’t we talk to them?”
“I don’t know,” Arnold said. “Maybe they turned off the radios in the cars.”
“Probably the storm,” Muldoon said. “Interference from the storm.”
“They’ll be here in twenty minutes,” Hammond said. “You better call down and make sure the dining room is ready for them. Those kids are going to be hungry.”
“Arnold picked up the phone and heard a steady monotonous hiss. “What’s this? What’s going on?”
“Jesus, hang that up,” Nedry said. “You’ll screw up the data stream.”
“You’ve taken all the phone lines? Even the internal ones?”
“I’ve taken all the lines that communicate outside,” Nedry said. “But your internal lines should still work.”
Arnold punched console buttons one after another. He heard nothing but hissing on all the lines.
“Looks like you’ve got ’em all.”
“Sorry about that,” Nedry said. “I’ll clear a couple for you at the end of the next transmission, in about fifteen minutes.” He yawned. “Looks like a long weekend for me. I guess I’ll go get that Coke now.” He picked up his shoulder bag and headed for the door with Andre trailing behind him. “Don’t touch my console, okay?”
The door closed.
“What a slob,” Hammond said.
“Yeah,” Arnold said. “But I guess he knows what he’s doing.”
“What the hell?” Arnold said, staring at his monitors.
“What happened?” Muldoon said. “You lose power?”
“Yeah, but only power on the perimeter. Everything in this building’s working fine. But outside, in the park, the power is gone. Lights, TV cameras, everything.” His remote video monitors had gone black.
“What about the two Land Cruisers?”
“Stopped somewhere around the tyrannosaur paddock.”
“Well,” Muldoon said, “call Maintenance and let’s get the power back on.”
Arnold picked up one of his phones and heard hissing: Nedry’s computers talking to each other.
“No phones. That damn Nedry. Nedry! Where the hell is he?”
Andre Weller followed Denis Nedry as he pushed open the door. With the perimeter power out, all the security-card locks were disarmed. Every door in the building opened with a touch. The pair entered the fertilization room. The lab was deserted; as Denis had anticipated, all the staff was at dinner. Nedry unzipped his shoulder bag and removed the can of Gillette shaving cream. He unscrewed the base, and saw the interior was divided into a series of cylindrical slots.
Denis pulled on a pair of heavy insulated gloves and opened the walk-in freezer marked. The freezer was the size of a small closet, with shelves from floor to ceiling. Most of the shelves contained reagents and liquids in plastic sacs. To one side he saw a smaller nitrogen cold box with a heavy ceramic door. He opened it, and a rack of small tubes slid out, in a cloud of white liquid-nitrogen smoke.
The embryos were arranged by species: Stegosaurus, Apatosaurus, Hadrosaurus, Tyrannosaurus. Each embryo in a thin glass container, wrapped in silver foil, stoppered with polylene. Nedry quickly took two of each, handing them to Andre. Andre carefully slipped them into the shaving cream can.
Andre screwed the base of the can shut and twisted the top. There was a hiss of releasing gas inside, and the can frosted in his hands. He left the freezer, returning to the main lab with Nedry. He dropped the can back in Nedry’s bag, zipping it shut.
The duo went back into the hallway. The theft had taken less than two minutes. Andre could imagine the consternation upstairs in the control room, as they began to realize what had happened. All their security codes were scrambled, and all their phone lines were jammed. Without Nedry’s help, it would take hours to untangle the mess—but in just a few minutes Nedry would be back in the control room, setting things right.
And no one would ever suspect what they had done.
The pair walked down to the ground floor, nodded to a nearby guard, and proceeded downstairs to the basement. Passing the neat lines of electric Land Cruisers, they went to the gasoline-powered Jeep parked against the wall. They climbed into it, noticing some odd gray tubing on the passenger seat.
Might be a rocket launcher, Andre thought.
Nedry turned the ignition key and started the Jeep. Nedry glanced at his watch. From here, into the park, and three minutes straight to the east dock. Three minutes from there back to the control room.
Nedry glanced at Andre.
“You ready?” Nedry inquired.
Andre turned his gaze towards Nedry.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Damn it!” Arnold said, punching buttons on the console. “It’s all screwed up.”
Muldoon was standing at the windows, looking out at the park. The lights had gone out all over the island, except in the immediate area around the main buildings. He saw a few staff personnel hurrying to get out of the rain, but no one seemed to realize anything was wrong. Muldoon looked over at the visitor lodge, where the lights burned brightly.
“Uh-oh,” Arnold said. “We have real trouble.”
“What’s that?” Muldoon said. He turned away from the window, and so he didn’t see the Jeep drive out of the underground garage and head east along the maintenance road into the park.
“That idiot Nedry turned off the security systems,” Arnold said.”
“The whole building’s opened up. None of the doors are locked any more.”
“I’ll notify the guards,” said Muldoon.
“That’s the least of it,” Arnold said. “When you turn off the security, you turn off all the peripheral fences as well.”
“The fences?” Muldoon repeated, his eyes briefly growing large.
“The electrical fences,” Arnold said. “They’re off, all over the island.”
“You mean…” Fear laced in George’s tone.
“That’s right,” Arnold said. “The animals can get out now.” Arnold lit a cigarette. “Probably nothing will happen, but you never know.…”
Muldoon started toward the door.
“I better drive out and bring in the people in those two Land Cruisers,” he said. “Just in case.”
George trailed after him. “I’ll go with you.”
Muldoon quickly went downstairs to the garage. He wasn’t really worried about the fences’ going down. Most of the dinosaurs had been in their paddocks for nine months or more, and they had brushed up against the fences more than once, with notable results. Muldoon knew how quickly animals learned to avoid shock stimuli. You could train a laboratory pigeon with just two or three stimulation events. So it was unlikely the dinosaurs would now approach the fences.
Muldoon was more concerned about what the people in the cars would do. He didn’t want them getting out of the Land Cruisers, because once the power came back on, the cars would start moving again, whether the people were inside them or not. They might be left behind. Of course, in the rain it was unlikely they would leave the cars. But, still… you never knew.…
He reached the garage and hurried toward the Jeep. It was lucky, he thought, that he had had the foresight to put the launcher in it. He could start right out, and be out there in—
It was gone!
“What the hell?” Muldoon stared at the empty parking space, astonished.
“Huh?” George was just as astonished as his partner.
The Jeep was gone!
Rain drummed loudly on the roof of the Land Cruiser. Tim felt the night-vision goggles pressing heavily on his forehead. He reached for the knob near his ear and adjusted the intensity. There was a brief phosphorescent flare, and then, in shades of electronic green and black, he could see the Land Cruiser behind, with Dr. Grant, Dr. Malcolm, and Mrs. Sparkle inside.
Neat, Tim thought.
Dr. Grant was staring out the front windshield toward him. Tim saw him pick up the radio from the dash. There was a burst of static, and then he heard Dr. Grant’s voice: “Can you see us back here?”
Tim picked up the radio from Ed Regis. “I see you.”
“Everything all right?”
“We’re fine, Dr. Grant.”
“Stay in the car.”
“We will. Don’t worry.” He clicked the radio off.
Ed Regis snorted.
“It’s pouring down rain. Of course we’ll stay in the car,” he muttered.
Tim glanced towards the foliage lining the side of the road. Through his night-vision goggles, the foliage appeared as a vivid electronic green, revealing sections of the green grid pattern of the fence beyond. The Land Cruisers had come to a halt on the downslope of a hill, indicating their proximity to the tyrannosaur area. The mere thought of witnessing a tyrannosaur through these goggles filled Tim with awe and excitement. He pondered whether the creature's eyes would emit an eerie glow in the darkness. Such an experience would undoubtedly be remarkable.
Tim searched diligently, but his efforts were in vain. Gradually, he gave up and the atmosphere in the cars grew quiet. The rain pounded on the car roof, while torrents of water cascaded down the windows. Even with his goggles, Tim struggled to make out anything through the deluge.
“How long have we been sitting here?” Malcolm asked.
“I don’t know. Four or five minutes.” Grant replied.
“I wonder what the problem is,” said Twilight.
“Maybe a short circuit from the rain.” Grant guessed.
“But it happened before the rain really started.” Malcolm remarked.
There was another silence.
“But there’s no lightning, right?” Lex asked, feeling a bit tense. She had always been afraid of lightning, and she now sat nervously squeezing her leather mitt in her hands.
Dr. Grant clicked through the radio. “What was that? We didn’t quite read that.”
“That was just Lex talking.” Carter said through the radio.
“Oh.” Grant acknowledged.
The rain proceeded to pour.
“Hell of a rain,” Ed Regis commented. “It’s really coming down.”
Lex whined. “I’m hungry.”
“I know that, Lex,” Regis said, “but we’re stuck here, sweetie. The cars run on electricity in buried cables in the road.”
“Stuck for how long?”
“Until they fix the electricity.”
Listening to the sound of the rain, Tim felt himself growing sleepy. He yawned, and turned to look at the palm trees on the left side of the road, and was startled by a sudden thump as the ground shook. He swung back just in time to catch a glimpse of a dark shape as it swiftly crossed the road between the two cars.
“Jesus!” Shout Ed Regis.
“What in tarnation was that?” Applejack was alerted.
“What was it?” Carter looked around.
Tim turned his gaze at Carter. “It was huge, it was big as the car—”
“Tim! Are you there?” Grant called.
Tim picked up the radio. “Yes, I’m here.”
“Did you see it, Tim?”
“No,” Tim said. “I missed it.”
“What was it?” Twilight asked.
“Are you wearing the night-vision goggles, Tim?” Grant inquired.
“Yes. I’ll watch,” Tim replied.
“Was it the tyrannosaur?” Ed Regis asked.
“I don’t think so. It was in the road.”
“But you didn’t see it?” Carter questioned.
“No.” Tim replied.
Tim felt bad that he had missed seeing the animal, whatever it was. There was a sudden white crack of lightning, and his night goggles flared bright green. He blinked his eyes and started counting. The thunder crashed, deafeningly loud and very close.
Lex began to cry. “Oh, no…”
“It’s alright, sugarcube,” Applejack said, rubbing her hoof on Lex’s shoulder. “It’s just lightning.”
Tim scanned the side of the road. The rain was coming down hard now, shaking the leaves with hammering drops. It made everything move. Everything seemed alive. He scanned the leaves.…
He stopped. Something was standing motionless just behind the foliage, beyond the fence.
Tim saw the gargantuan, reptilian feet gripping the earth with black talons. His eyes crawled up the muscular legs, up to the massive heaving chest and short arms with two-fingered claws, to the thick musculature of the neck. He even saw the creature’s pebbled, grainy surface akin to the bark of a tree. But it wasn’t a tree.
Tim looked higher and he saw the behemoth’s head twenty feet in the air. The rectangular jaws were closed shut. The nostrils on the end of its snout flared open with a rumbling snort, and its beady black eyes stared into Tim’s own.
Another bolt of lightning illuminated the surroundings once more. The entire landscape was bathed in a brilliant white glow, casting intricate shadows upon everything it touched. The colossal creature gracefully shifted its head and emitted an earth-shattering roar amidst the blinding radiance. However, as swiftly as it had arrived, the darkness and tranquility were restored, accompanied by the relentless downpour.
“Tim?” Grant called through the radio.
“Yes, Dr. Grant.” Tim returned, trying to remain calm.
“You see what it is?”
“Yes, Dr. Grant.”
Tim had the sense that Dr. Grant was trying to talk in a way that wouldn’t upset his sister. Applejack and Carter’s gaze were focused on the spot where they briefly saw the behemoth rooted a minute ago. Ed Regis hadn’t seen it though, however that didn’t stop his heart from beating rapidly.
“What’s going on right now?”
“Nothing,” Tim said, watching the tyrannosaur through his night goggles. “Just standing on the other side of the fence.”
“I can’t see much from here, Tim.”
“I can see fine, Dr. Grant. It’s just standing there.”
“Okay.”
Lex continued to cry, snuffling.
Tim observed the tyrannosaur closely, noting its immense head and the way it surveyed the vehicles. The animal's gaze appeared to be fixed on him, with its eyes glowing a vibrant green in his goggles. A shiver ran down Tim's spine as he followed the creature's body downwards, where he noticed the smaller yet strong forelimb waving in the air before gripping the fence.
“Jesus Christ,” Ed Regis said, staring out the window.
In the midst of his publicist's thoughts, Ed Regis felt his knees tremble and his trousers flutter. He was the only one aware of the true horror of a dinosaur attack, having witnessed the aftermath of a raptor attack. Now, facing a tyrannosaurus rex, he couldn't help but imagine the devastation caused by this colossal carnivore.
When the tyrannosaur roared, Ed Regis experienced a sudden loss of bladder control. He felt a mixture of embarrassment and fear. However, he realized he couldn't remain passive. Despite his trembling hands, he knew he had to take action.
“Jesus Christ,” he said again.
“Bad language,” Lex said, wagging her finger at him.
The trio heard the sound of a door opening, and they swung their heads away from the tyrannosaur. Tim’s night-vision goggles streaked laterally in time to see Ed Regis stepping out through the open door, ducking his head in the rain.
“What the hell?” Carter exclaimed, taken aback.
Applejack added. “What in tarnation?”
“Hey,” Lex called, “where are you going?”
Ed Regis just turned and ran in the opposite direction from the tyrannosaur, disappearing into the woods. The door to the Land Cruiser hung open; the paneling was getting wet.
“He left!” Lex shouted. “Where did he go? He left us alone!”
Carter looked back at the tyrannosaur as lightning flashed again, momentarily silhouetting the huge black shape against the white-flaring sky.
“Tim, what’s happening?” Grant called from the radio.
“He left us, he left us!” Lex cried.
Tim blinked to recover his vision. When he looked again, the tyrannosaur was standing there, exactly as before, motionless and huge. Rain dripped from its jaws. The forelimb gripped the fence.…
A terrifying realization dawned on Tim: the tyrannosaur was holding on to the fence!
The fence wasn’t electrified any more!
Carter quickly climbed out of the back door, into the slashing rain, and shut the door. Thunder rumbled, and the lightning flashed again. Carter looked up and her stomach plummeted. The tyrannosaur crashed down the cyclone fence with a giant hind limb. She jumped back in and slammed the door, the sound lost in the thunderclap.
The radio crackled: “Tim! Are you there?”
He grabbed the radio. “I’m here.”
Without thinking, Carter locked the doors flanking their sides and situated herself in the middle of the car next to the trio. Outside, the behemoth rolled its head and took an awkward step forward. The claws of its feet had caught in the grid of the flattened fence. Lex saw the animal, and became silent, still. She watched with wide eyes.
Radio crackle. “Tim.”
“Yes, Dr. Grant.”
“Stay in the car. Stay down. Be quiet. Don’t move, and don’t make noise.”
“Okay.”
“You should be all right. I don’t think it can open the car.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, yeah, that sounds very helpful,” Carter whispered sarcastically. “Thanks for the advice.”
“Just stay quiet, so you don’t arouse its attention any more than necessary.” Twilight added in a whisper.
“Okay, Mrs. Sparkle.” Tim clicked the radio off. “You hear that, guys?”
The trio nodded in agreement, maintaining their unwavering gaze upon the tyrannosaur. In the midst of the lightning's glare, they witnessed the creature break free from its confines and take a powerful stride forward. Positioned between the two vehicles, the behemoth’s pebbled skin was adorned with rivulets of rain cascading down its robust hind legs. Unfortunately, Tim's line of sight was obstructed by the towering height of the animal's head, which loomed above the roofline.
With calculated movements, the T. rex maneuvered around their car, eventually arriving at the precise location where Carter and Ed Regis had previously disembarked. The behemoth paused momentarily, its massive head descending towards the muddy ground.
Tim glanced over his shoulder at Dr. Grant, Dr. Malcolm, and Twilight in the backseat. Their countenances were filled with tension as they gazed intently ahead through the windshield.
The colossal head ascended, its jaws agape, only to be halted by the adjacent windows. Illuminated by the brilliance of lightning, they beheld the small, emotionless eye of the reptile as it shifted within its socket.
It was looking in the car.
Lex's breath came in irregular, apprehensive inhalations. Applejack drew her near and gently caressed Lex's head with her hoof, desiring her to remain silent. The behemoth persisted in gazing through the side window for an extended duration.
Tim's garments were moistened with perspiration. He was captivated by the frigid gaze of the amber eyes. Almost as if entranced, he experienced a hypnotic amalgamation of admiration and trepidation.
The radio shook in his hands.
Carter quivered intensely behind Applejack and Lex. She pressed her back against the door behind her, creating distance between herself and the inquisitive creature. Carter remained motionless, refraining from even the act of breathing. Her garments were dampened with sweat. Her eyes widened, her muscles tightened, and her heart raced fervently within her chest cavity.
The behemoth continued to gaze through the side window for another few minutes. Its robust chest heaved with each breath, reminiscent of a formidable engine. Eventually, the head ascended, disappearing from sight once more.
“Applejack…” Lex whispered.
“It’s alright, sugarcube,” Applejack whispered back. “Ah don’t think it saw us.”
Tim redirected his gaze toward Dr. Grant when a jolting impact rocked the Land Cruiser and shattered the windshield in a spiderweb as the tyrannosaur’s head crashed against the hood of the Land Cruiser. Tim was knocked flat on the seat. The night-vision goggles slid off his forehead.
He got back up quickly, blinking in the darkness, his mouth warm with blood.
Carter luckily ducked her head in time, dodging the impact from above.
“Lex? Applejack?” Tim called.
The pair didn’t respond.
Neither he or Carter could see his sister or Applejack anywhere.
The tyrannosaur stood near the front of the Land Cruiser, its chest moving as it breathed, the forelimbs making clawing movements in the air.
“Lex! Applejack!” Tim whispered. Then they heard the pair groan. Applejack and Lex were lying somewhere on the floor under the front seat.
The behemoth’s huge head came down, entirely blocking the shattered windshield. The T. rex banged again on the front hood of the Land Cruiser. Tim and Carter grabbed the seat as the car rocked on its wheels. The tyrannosaur banged down twice more, denting the metal.
The behemoth pivoted around the side of the car. The big raised tail blocked Tim’s view out of all the side windows. At the back, the animal snorted, a deep rumbling growl that blended with the thunder. It sank its jaws into the spare tire mounted on the back of the Land Cruiser and, in a single head shake, tore it away. The rear of the car lifted into the air for a moment; then it thumped down with a muddy splash.
“Tim!” Dr. Grant called. “Tim, are you there?”
Tim grabbed the radio. “We’re okay,” he assured.
There was a shrill metallic scrape as claws raked the roof of the car. Tim’s heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn’t see anything out of the windows on the right side except pebbled leathery flesh. The tyrannosaur was leaning against the car, which rocked back and forth with each breath, the springs and metal creaking loudly.
Lex groaned again. Tim put down the radio, and started to crawl over into the front seat. The tyrannosaur roared and the metal roof dented downward. Carter quickly grabbed Tim, pulling him down before the dented ceiling bulged downwards, and the pair tumbled to the floor, onto the transmission hump. They found themselves lying alongside Lex and Applejack, and the pair was shocked to see that the whole side of Lex’s head was covered in blood. The duo looked unconscious.
There was another jolting impact, and pieces of glass fell all around Tim. Tim and Carter felt bullets of rain. The pair looked up and saw that the front windshield had broken out. There was just a jagged rim of glass and, beyond, the big head of the T. rex.
Looking down at them.
A cold chill rushed over their backs. The behemoth’s head rushed forward toward them, its jaws spread wide. Metal squealed against its teeth, its hot breath, thick with decay washed over them and a thick tongue stuck into the car through the windshield opening. The tongue slapped wetly around inside the car—he felt the hot lather of dinosaur saliva—and the tyrannosaur roared—a deafening sound inside the car. Tim heard Carter screaming something indecipherable, a pure release of terror.
The head pulled away abruptly.
Tim and Carter scrambled up, avoiding the dent in the roof. There was still room to sit on the front seat by the passenger door. The behemoth stood in the rain near the front fender. It seemed bewildered by what had happened to it. Blood dripped freely from its jaws.
The T. rex looked at them, cocking its head to stare with one big eye. The head moved close to the car, sideways, and peered in. Blood spattered on the dented hood of the Land Cruiser, mixing with the rain.
It can’t get to us, Tim thought, It’s too big.
The tyrannosaur’s head pulled away. In the flare of lightning they saw the hind leg lift up. The world tilted crazily as the Land Cruiser slammed over on its side, the windows splatting in the mud. The duo saw Lex and Applejack fall helplessly against the side window, and the pair fell down beside them. Tim banged his head; immediately he felt dizzy. The behemoth’s jaws clamped onto the window frame, lifting the Land Cruiser up into the air, and shaking it.
“Applejack!” Lex shrieked, so near to everyone’s ears that it hurt.
Applejack’s eyes shot open upon hearing Lex calling her. She was suddenly awake, and she grabbed Lex as the tyrannosaur crashed the car down again. Tim felt a stabbing pain in his side, and his sister fell on top of him. The car went up again, tilting crazily.
“Timmy!” Lex shouted, as the door gave way beneath her, she and Applejack fell out of the car into the mud. Carter screamed as gravity wrenched her down. She fell hard on the mud next to Applejack and Lex, her stetson hat falling off from her head.
With a metallic scraping shriek, the car fell from the tyrannosaurus' jaws, a sickening fall. The trio watched in horror as the behemoth threw the Land Cruiser high in the air. The car flew far away, until it disappeared into the blackness void.
There was silence.
“Timmy…” Lex whispered.
The behemoth redirected its gaze towards them. A scream rose in Lex’s throat, a knee jerk reaction but Carter smothered it behind her hand. The trio was petrified by fear; they could no longer think or comprehend their reality anymore. All they could do was watch, as the T. rex crouched before them and stared back.
The behemoth’s eyes glowed yellow in the darkness. Applejack could hear Lex’s muffled whimpering and the slow, steady breathing of the animal. The black flaring nostrils just inches away from their faces. They felt the animal’s startling hot breath washing over them. But the tyrannosaur wasn’t sniffing. If anything, It was just breathing.
Each second felt like an eternity, what was it waiting for?
The T. rex prolonged its cold gaze at the trio and sniffed. Nostrils flexed open and close from the bulbous end of its snout. A deep growl rumbled from the behemoth’s chest and reverberated the trio’s bones. The creature pulled its head back up and turned away, slowly and ominously striding forward.
Each methodic footstep made the ground shake. The trio watched in silence as the behemoth gracefully moved forward, akin to an agile bird. Away towards the other Land Cruiser.
Applejack eyes grew large.
No, Applejack thought, that thing’s gonna do to them what it did to us!
Applejack’s eyes narrowed. No, she won’t let that dinosaur hurt her friends; Twilight, and the humans included. She whipped her head towards Carter and placed her hoof on Carter’s shoulder. The sudden action grabbed Carter’s attention as she turned her gaze towards her.
“No matter what happens,” Applejack said. “Never leave her side.”
Carter blinked at Applejack in bewilderment. “Wait, what’re you—”
Applejack jumped to her feet and galloped ten feet away from Carter and Lex. She whirled her body around and stared courageously at the dinosaur’s swaying tail. She brought her hoof to her mouth, gently bit down, and emitted a high pitch whistle.
The footfalls stopped and the T. rex turned its head.
“Now y’all hold it right there!” Applejack shouted. “Y’all might be big and tough, but are y’all fast enough to catch a mare from Sweet Apple Acres? If so…”
Applejack adjusted her Stetson hat.
“Come and get me!”
Applejack rolled her body around and broke into a fast sprint down the road. The pouring rain was drowned by the behemoth’s explosive roar that knocked Applejack to the ground. Applejack quickly got back up on all fours and proceeded to run forward. The Tyrannosaurus rex bellowed tremendously and gave chase.
Carter grabbed Lex and hurriedly leapt out of the way as the T. rex’s three-toed feet stomped inches away from them. The behemoth ran after the fleeing mare and in another flash, their silhouettes grew smaller the farther they went. The atmosphere descended back into darkness.
Besides the pouring rain, the footsteps gave way to silence.
“Applejack!” Lex screamed.
Lex quickly got up to her feet to trail after them, but Carter instantly wrapped her arms around her waist. Halting her from the spot. She struggled to break free, ensuing Carter to tighten her grip. From behind them, Grant, Malcolm, and Twilight quickly approached the pair.
“Let me go!” Lex cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. “We have to help her!”
Twilight stared in horror. “Oh no..”
Malcolm stared off in the direction Applejack and the tyrannosaurus ran.
“That was, uh, a bold move; she led the dinosaur away.” Malcolm commented breathlessly.
Grant nodded in agreement. “Yes, but now she’s the one in danger. This isn’t good.”
Lex proceeded to scream for Carter to let her go. After a few minutes Lex stopped struggling and began to cry quietly. Carter hugged her as she and the trio set their gazes forward.
The behemoth’s bellow echoed from far away.