This is a Zach Mitchell, Owen Grady, and Claire Dearing fanfiction
Persephone Scott (Zoey Deutch) is the smartass nanny hired to babysit Gray Mitchell and keep his older brother, Zach, in line.
Althea Foster (Sabrina Carpenter) is the accidental imp...
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Echidna
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The construction crews are on break as the white car pulls up to Paddock 11. Ms. Dearing and her mistress step out first, followed by Alpha and me.
Owen stares up at the towering walls, looking unconvinced and more than a little uneasy.
"Taller than Honey's walls?" I murmur to him and he nods his head. Honey is the pet name given to the T-Rex by the trainers. "But are they tall enough?"
"We've been pre-booking tickets for months. The park needs a new attraction every few years in order to reinvigorate the public's interest. Kind of like the space program," Dearing explains and walks over to the flight of stairs leading to the observation tower. Luciana is close behind her while Alpha and I stagger our steps after them. "Corporate felt genetic modification would up the 'wow' factor."
"Not according to our focus groups. The Indominus Rex makes us relevant again," Claire counters and Owen grins in disbelief.
"Not to mention I thought this whole genetic modification ended after Project RH, aka yours truly," I cut in and wave nonchalantly. Claire and Luciana give me matching looks of disconcertment and I suck in a sharp breath. "Right my bad we don't talk about that! The scientist responsible was arrested and we all signed happy nondisclosure agreements-oh wait! My signature means nothing as I am not human, my bad," I rattle sarcastically and the business women gape. Owen is grinning at me like a proud father and claps his hands. "Back to the Indominus Rex! Cool name by the way."
"The Indominus Rex!" Owen scoffs and Claire rolls her eyes. Ms. Dearing and her lover are shakily moving past my sardonic outburst and returning to the topic at hand.
"We needed something scary and easy to pronounce. You should hear a four year old try to say Archaeornithomimus," Claire points out and swings open the observation tower door.
"You should hear you try to say it," Owen grumbles.
We enter the observation room and step up to the glass. A security supervisor, his name tag reads Nick, is sitting at his desk on his lunch break, munching a sandwich. Besides us, he's the only one present.
The I-Rex is nowhere in sight, just the dense jungle of the paddock interior beyond the glass.
"What's this thing made of?" Owen asks and I tilt my head.
"The base genome is a T-Rex, the rest is..." Claire trails off and fluffs her hair nervously. "Classified."
"Bet it's got some chameleon, some raptor, maybe a lil human in there too," I guess, referring to my own genome. Owen lets out a huff of laughter and I smirk. "Maybe that's just me, who knows what this thing has."
