(Y/n) Grady is the daughter of Owen Grady and was raised alongside the Raptors andT-Rex, sharing a special bond with them.
One day Claire asks you and Owen to come and inspect the new indominous Rex enclosure and shit hits the fan from there.
You...
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Dad hugged me tight in relief.
"Are you hurt kiddo?" He asked worried. I shook my head.
"Nah. Just shaken up" his face then went serious.
"I think we need to pay Claire a little visit" he said, anger evident in his tone. I nodded in agreement.
Timeskip to the control room
Dad and I walked into the control room furious.
"I need to see your badge" a security officer said to us.
"Sir, ma'am" I waved him off with my hand.
"What the hell happened out there?" Dad asked Claire furiously.
"Sir, ma'am" the guard tried stopping us.
"There are thermal cameras all over the paddock she did not just disappear" I spat, trying to fight off the guard. He gave up and walked away. Claire sighed.
"It must have been some kind of a technical malfunction" she stated.
"Were you not watching?" I asked.
"She marked up that wall as a distraction, she wanted us to think she escaped" dad snapped.
"Hold on we are talking about an animal here" Claire said.
"A highly intelligent animal" I corrected.
"400 metres to the becon" a girl behind her desk informed. I raised an eyebrow and looked at the screen.
"Your going after her with non lethals?" I asked, amazed that they are that stupid.
"We have twenty six million dollars invested in that asset we can't just kill it" Mr. Masrani informed.
"Those men are gonna die" dad whispered to him.
"300 metres to the becon" the woman said.
"You need to call this mission off right now" I demanded.
"There right on top" a man said.
"Call it off right now" dad said sternly.
"You are not in control here!" Claire snapped.
"Neither are you" I stated, folding my arms over my chest and waiting for shit to hit the fan. one of the men held up a piece of flesh with her tracking implant in it, making me gasp.
"Bloods not clotted, it's close" the ACU soldiers informed into a walkie talkie.
"What is that?" Mr. Masrani asked.
"That's her tracking implant, she clawed it out" dad informed.
