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ALAN HAD WALKED OFF FROM THE GROUP AND WAS FOUND BY THE RAPTOR CONFINEMENT. He was stood with his hands on his hips, staring intently at the miniature military fortress.
"Dr Grant!" John shouted over to the oldest palaeontologists of the bunch. "As I was saying, we laid on lunch for you before you go into the park. Our gourmet chef, Alejandro -"
"What are they doing?" Alan interrupted, nodding towards the three guards on top of the raptor confinement. A large black bull was lifted up in a blue harness and was moved over the top of the cage, lowering it down. Robyn gasped as she caught on to what they were doing.
"Feeding them," John answered. John proceeded to talk about the lunch that his chef had set out for them, however, after what Robyn was about to witness, she didn't she could eat for a week. The scientists leaned over to the edge to get a glimpse of the raptors, yet, Robyn didn't have the stomach to do so.
Ian touched her arm with a furrowed brow. "Are you, uh, are you alright, Robbie?"
Robyn nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'd rather not throw up for the second time today though," she laughed weakly, turning her back to the ghastly sounds coming from the cage. The tearing of fresh and thrashing of leaves were vivid enough for her imagination.
"They should all be destroyed," A new voice commented followed by thudding footsteps coming up the metal steps towards them.
"Robert Muldoon. My game warden from Kenya," John introduced the man dressed in a Jurassic Park safari uniform. "Bit of an alarmist, but knows more about Raptors than anyone."
Alan shook Robert's hand and then proceeded to smother him with questions. "What's their metabolism? What's their growth rate?" Alan had always been fascinated with velociraptors so it was natural for him to be intrigued by Robert's knowledge.
"They're lethal by 8 months and I do mean lethal," Robert answered, his Northern English accent prominent against the other Americans. "I've hunted most things that can hunt you, but the way these things move..." He trailed off.
"Fast for a biped?" Alan questioned.
"Cheetah speed," Robert suggested. "Fifty, sixty miles per hour if they ever got out in the open. And they're astonishing jumpers."
John held his hand out to interrupt. "Yes. That's why we're taking extreme precautions."
"What precautions are they, John?" Robyn questioned.
John grinned turning to the two female scientists and the lawyer. "You see the viewing platforms will be extremely high up, much higher than the raptors can jump in case the animals get hostile."
