❝ 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. ❞
「The story about how two
people fell in love on a
deadly island of dinosaurs.」
All rights to go the creators of Jurassic Park/World.
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Hamster Ball ⤵
''Evacuate the island.''
''We'd never reopen..''
Owen turned from the screen in the control room. A large screen covering the entirety of the wall. The SWAT team hired to keep Jurassic World a safe place for all the guests have just died. More than half of the team have perished and nobody but a select few know.
And all Claire was worried about was whether the park would reopen or not. Owen took a short glance to Masrani, who looked mortified. He hoped he would stand up, be a man and make a right decision here instead of listening to his childlike mindset in a case like this.
The need to explain it to Claire was underlying. ''You made a generic hybrid, raised it in captivity. She is seeing all of this for the first time. She does not even know what she is. She will kill everything that moves.''
His fingers curled into his palms, not drawing blood but breaking them into a pale-ish outbreak. The knuckles and fingers turning a ghastly white. Everything included themselves, the people of the park, other dinosaur inhabitants and [Y/n]. Grady wished she hadn't taken up Claire's job offer, her "favor" or whatever else she liked to call it.
He only wished that Stone declined the call, continued to sit next to him at the booth and eat food with him and Barry. They'd have a much more interesting conversation than Claire could ever give, anyway. She could've helped prepare the Raptors for Hoskin's arrival. He could've used her help with the motorcycle repairs.
All he wanted was to spend the day with her. But no, now he has to explain why a hybrid dinosaur roaming the island is a bad thing.
Masrani spoke for the first time at the back of the room. ''Do you think the animal is contemplating it's own existence?''
''She is learning where she fits in the food chain, and I'm not sure you want her to figure that out.'' Owen took a prolonged breath. ''Now, Asset Containment can use live ammunition in an emergency situation. You have an M134 in your armory. Put in on a chopper and smoke this thing!''
His approach was wild, yet reasonable. Claire hadn't seen how reasonable it was, thinking about the other human occupants of the park and how much their lives would be on the line. ''We have families here. I'm not gonna turn this place into some kind of war zone!''
''Yeah, well, you already have!''
''Mr, Grady.'' Claire was quick to shush him further. ''If you're not gonna help, there's no reason for you to be in here.''
He helped, he did. As much as he could from his standpoint. All he was to Claire currently was the Raptor Trainer. Owen walks to the back of the room, where the exit is located. He swiped a hand across Lowery's desk, a worker in the command center. One of his toys, maybe his drink fell into the trash bin.
