A straightened-up Logan stepped in, stopping a knife-encounter to go down. "He ain't trouble, 'Zag', all he wants is his niece back. Hey, Prestley, this is just a good ol' pal, he's seen better days with the cancer."
"Ex-pastor, Lenny Prestley." said he, standing his ground.
The black man shifted, twirling his knife in his hand. Yellow flecks were in his eyes, a debilitating sign of liver failure. Cancer made it's mark with him already, it showed. Thereafter, Lenny saw his shiny head lacked any hair. It wasn't up to the old man to make a big deal, losing hair himself.
"No hard feelings, dear pastor. People are harsh, if you can't beat 'em daggers, Imma be their dagger for them. Plenty of medication my lad's got here, can't be any better when no doctor's on your insurance."
"Helicopter? Who's driving?" asked Prestley. His features had a desperate look.
A sharp voice came from Hipster, "Got a surprise for you."
'Stewart' motioned, the same skill he had with 'Zag'. The three were dragging themselves downstairs to the interior, minding concrete walls that led to one room and one room only; a base. Envious about the whole extent, Lenny stopped dead at a *CLICK*, seeing green lights. Lights automated themselves all about the unit, his eyes landing on a particular aircraft.
"Couldn't keep a better antique alive if I tried!" he deemed after blinking his eyes to the helicopter. He found himself rummaging a closet, taking what he needed and out of earshot from 'Stewart'.
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Blood was rich, rich enough Lara Croft could bristle from her comfort, even in a hot zone. A flanneling top looked too general against the habitat, where the term, Jurassic, came in flying colors of dinosaurs with blood on their teeth. It looked like a feast happened, the luxury of a branch in crimson.
Lara couldn't accustom to the smell. "Stinks up here!"
"Mmm-hmm?" Robin noticed the flecks of her skin growing a reptilian brown. She nested herself on a branch as well, coming to remorseful terms it was just mud.
"Seen any large assets around? I'd figured those claw-fingers might take in the shade a little bit, take a break from survival instincts & see if we can ride them for ourselves." she eased her killing knife.
Robin, in a split second, jeered at her but noticed another animal. " I believe the species you're looking for is Therizinosaurus, & that's no Therizinosaurus I spy."
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Project Sorna
AdventureThe day Robin Prestley quit her job was a relief. At least, that's how sequence of events go until her study-filled extravaganza to the deserted Isla Sorna goes south all due to her ex-boss and his pure selfish-ness. The truth really was that ever s...
