The Best Of Both: Camp Cretaceous OC

Silence of the Whistle

Claire and Kayla, the truck driver who had saved her life for no apparent reason finally made it out of the overrun streets of Malta and drove down a slope toward a narrow airstrip, where a cargo plane sat.

Kayla hit the breaks and jumped out of the truck, with Claire right behind her. The two woman dashed into the plane, rushing through the cargo hold and into the cockpit. Kayla took the pilots seat while Claire took the passenger's seat behind her. "Your man better be here soon," Kalya exclaimed as she began pressing buttons on the complicated control board.

"He'll be here," Claire said, reassuring more herself than Kayla. As the plane began to move, Claire looked out the side window, and saw a cloud of sand being thrown up into the air as a man on a motorcycle roared across the dry land, heading straight towards them. "There he is," she pointed. Then, she noticed the two shapes chasing after Owen, gaining on him every second. "Pull over," she demanded.

"That's not how planes work," Kayla deadpanned.

Claire got out of her seat and approached the still lowered cargo ramp. With a rev of his engine, Owen came into view, with two Atrociraptors on his tail. "Come on!" Claire shouted over the rising sound of the plane's engines.

Owen revved his bike again, and with a surge of speed, his front wheel hit the lip of the ramp and he roared upwards. Owen swerved, falling onto his side on the floor of the plane as the bike flipped and crashed into the doorway separating the cargo hold and the cockpit. Before they could enjoy the fact they had survived, one of the Atrociraptors, a pale white one with angry red eyes leapt onto the cargo ramp and snarled at them.

Kayla pulled back and the plane rose, tilting upwards. Claire and Owen ducked as Owen's motorbike sailed backwards, over their heads and crashing into the Raptor, sending it off the ramp, out of the plane and splashing into the ocean far below.

Owen and Claire exchanged a glance with each other, barely believing their luck, and the fact they had survived all of what had happened down there. Then, Owen turned to the pilot. "Hey! Can you get us to Biosyn!?" He shouted.

"Only if you got a death wish!" Kayla shouted back, flipping a lever and shutting the cargo doors.

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The rampage of the loose Dinosaurs in Malta raged on. Every second that passed, more and more people fell victim to the panicking creatures. Through the chaos of it all, a high pitched whistle pierced through the noise, reaching the ears of everyone nearby.

The Handler sprinted past the many Dinosaurs, looking all around her as she ran with her whistle in her mouth. She kept blowing into the whistle, despite the slim chances of it being heard. Nevertheless, the Handler kept trying, for she would never give up on her Raptors.

Never.

Slowly, one by one, her Atrociraptors returned to her, first was her dark brown raptor, next was her orange one. Finally, the leader of the pack showed up, the pale Raptor with its deep red eyes. It stalked over to her, shaking its body as droplets of sea water fell to the ground.

With her pack reunited, the Handler turned to the amphitheatre in the distance, sprinting for it. Just as she did, Brooklynn rushed out of a nearby alley, catching just a glimpse of her figure. Brooklynn didn't hesitate and chased after her.

0O0

Soyona Santos ignored the distant cries and shouts of the people in the city as she entered the amphitheatre. The surrounding walls, yet crumbled, towered high above her, creating a perfectly natural enclosure around her, and creating a perfect landing spot for a small helicopter. "About time," she said as she heard the distant sound of it growing closer. Soyona smirked to herself as she finally spotted the vehicle in the distance. Finally, it was time to put her final plan into her action.