once the door closed, he shoved me away, causing me to let go of his arm. "i didn't need you to do that." he grumbled. "excuse me? sargent grady i was helping you get your point across." i say, squinting my eyes at him in just the slightest. "cut it out with the 'sargent grady' thing. we're not in the military anymore. and i didn't need your help out there." he says, clearly frustrated. i laughed. "that's what you said when you i saved your ass during combat." he must not have found it funny since within seconds i found myself pinned up against the elevator wall. "something wrong, sargent grady?" i say, adding in the 'sargent grady' part just to piss him off even more. "shut your fucking mouth." he spat. "excuse me?" "i said shut your fucking mouth." "dont tell me to-" i was stopped by the feeling of his lips on mine. he pulls back just as the door opens. then he walks out like nothing happened. what? i follow him out. not even five minutes after being in the elevator, he starts arguing with the security guard. "do you think I'm the one you need to be worried about right now? back off!" "owen!" i raise my voice before looking at the security guard. "stop engaging with him. i don't care if it's your job. he's with me and i have special permission from mr masrani and mr wo themselves." i say, dragging owen into the lobby. "you're going to put a damn bruise on my arm if you keep grabbing onto it." he grunted. "oh relax, you've been shot before. a little bruise won't hurt." i say as we see claire looking around frantically. "claire!" he yells, getting her attention. owen makes his way into the center as claire does the same, leaving me to follow. "i need you." she says. i could tell that owen took this the wrong way which made me frown a bit but that was soon whipped off my face. "i need your help. my nephews, they're out in the valley. please, if anything happens to them..." owen grabs claire and i's arm and leads us away from the crowd. "how old?" owen asks. "the older one, he's um.. he's uh..high school age. the younger one, he's...um he's a few years..." she stammers, trying to think of something to say. "you don't know how old your nephews are?" i ask.
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especially kito // jurassic world
Adventuremikayla taylor, army general, animal behaviorist. she falls in love with the fifth unidentified raptor. just like blue, only with red. she called her kito. she got to attached and payed the consequences.
