Nick glanced around nervously. Frost had said that the commotion caused by Cooper and his untimley demise would attract predators. Susan, however, did not seem alarmed. “I saw something earlier,” she said, “before Cooper shot the Triceratops”. Jeremy frowned. “What sort of something?” he asked. Susan thought for a moment. “Well,” she said, “I didn’t get a very good look at it. But it was very, very big. And it was an herbivore. But not at all like those Brachiosaurus we saw down at the lagoon. It had huge, muscular arms with huge claws”. She turned to Frost. “Do you know what sort of dinosaur this might be?” she asked. “It could be some sort of prosauropod, but they would not be as large as you are describing. Could you estimate the lengh?” Frost inquired. “Maybe 50 feet, probably more,” said Susan. “Deffinatly to big for a prosauropod,” Frost said. But what could it be? Suddently, something came to him. Mere hours before he left for Isla Sorna, Frost had uncovered a brand new species of gigantic therizinosaur, which he named on the spot, Titanonychus frostii. Susan’s description had been vague, but it matched his new dinosaur. Then again, that would mean that Hammond’s scientists had technically discovered the creature first. And why would they have kept it a secret? Frost remembered the memo Nick had uncovered in the labs. If the scientists were cloning dinosaurs to their desires rather then what the animals were really like, then they probably had other secrets hidden on this island as well.

“It doesn’t really matter what the animal was, it’s gone now,” Nick said. “What we need to decide is where we are headed and how to get off this island”. He paused. “And keep in mind that the fire last night wiped out the power grid. That means no radio, no phone, no satalite”. Susan reached into her pocket for the satalite map she had been carrying. There had to be a harbor, and there they would find a boat. But her pocket was empty. Frantic, she bent to the the ground and pawed through the dirt. She looked up, close to tears. “I lost the map,” she said quietly. Baselton stepped forward, a nervous look on his face. “When we landed by helicopter,” he said, “I remember Cooper pointing out a helipad complex, with the landing areas high up on scaffolding, presumably to keep the dinosaurs away. And it was completely fenced in…the gates had to be thirty feet high. But the pads did have helicopters on them, and they looked to be in good condition. Assuming that there’s fuel, that could be our ticket out of here”. Jeremy glared at him. “You meant to tell us that you knew of this all this time and you never told us?” he cried angrily. Baselton gulped. He knew he should have expected this. He chose his words carefully. “When military intelligence found out that you were planning on setting up camp here, Cooper bugged Jeremy Stevenson’s recruiting tour, that’s how we tracked you down. We had arranged a crew of thirty fine soldiers to put an end to your crucade, but the day before we were to leave, the general walked in on Cooper drunk. He immediately jumped to the conclusion that the idea of treehuggers on Isla Sorna was a joke, and cancelled it. Cooper and I knew that you people were here, and that it had to be stopped. A very dear friend of mine, Ajay Sidhu, was killed a few years back on this island, and I saw its destruction as a way to avenge his death. And I was blinded by that. I didn’t see that a three man operation was a suicide mission. I was so desperate to get this island blown up, but I didn’t want to end any more innocent life. For the last couple days I have been torn between killing you all and saving you all, which is why I hid the information from you. I didn’t know what to do, so I thought it was safest. But now that you’ve healed me and kept me alive, I’m truly sorry for what I did. If I had told you about the helipads straight out, Cooper would still be alive.” Jeremy stared at him for a moment. “You filthy bastard,” he hissed. “To think that I bothered to save your worthless hide!” screamed Susan. “Guys, calm down,” Nick said, although he was just as mad as they were. “Fighting isn’t going to help”. He turned to Baselton. “You can get us to the helipads from here, can’t you?” he asked. “Oh yes,” Baselton stammered, “I have an idea as to where we are”. Nick smiled through gritted teeth. “Okay then, let’s go!” he said.

The attack came from the left. The trees gave way and the massive black and red form of a Carnotaurus exploded from the jungle. The beast charged out onto the plains, letting loose with an ear splitting roar. The predator was gigantic, over 30 feet long. It had a blunt snout like a bulldog and sharp horns above its eyes. The Carnotaurus roared again. Its eyes were bright and firey, and behind them the animal’s brain was thinking of nothing but sinking its numourous teeth into the soft bodies of the humans. “Run! Run!” Nick screamed as the Carnotaurus broke into a run. Jeremy glanced over his shoulder to see Baselton trip, unable to run in his injured condition. He wanted to see the Carnotaurus tear the man limb from limb for hiding the existence of the helipads. Jeremy reminded himself that Baselton was the only person who knew where the helipads were. He dodged back and grabed Baselton, pulling him out of the path of the carnivore just in time.

Susan bounded through the jungle, with Frost only a few steps behind. She couldn’t see the others, but she knew that she had to get to the thicker part of the forest where the large predator couldn’t maneuver properly. Suddently, a three clawed foot slammed to earth before her. The impact caused Susan to fall onto her back. Frost craned his neck up, and found himself looking into the eyes of a second Carnotaurus, just as big and ferocious as the first. This one was a pale gray color, with mottled red markings down its back. The new Carnotaurus snarled, bending down to snap up Susan. It was interrupted by a roar from the first Carnotaurus. The animal looked up to see the black and red animal bounding forward at full speed.

On sight of one another the two predators skidded to a halt. They stared at each other, growling and snorting as they sized each other up. Both of them wanted the humans, which provided a filling meal with no effort. Having been raised alongside humans, these animals had learned that they were easy to kill. The grey Carnotaurus snarled, warm drool dripping from between its teeth. Without warning, the black carnivore charged, bending its neck down, exposing the twin horns atop its head. It charged forward, but its advisary was ready. It too lowered its head, and the horns of the two animals locked together. They pushed and shoved each other with all their might. Their heads interlocked, they raced back and forth across the clearing, knocking down trees and sending birds and monkeys screeching away in all directions.

Suddently, the grey Carnotaurus pulled away, catching the black predator by surprise. It staggered, but did not lose its balance. But the grey beast still had more tricks coming. It swung its head, smashing it into the face of the other Carnotaurus. Its horn drove itself into the eye of the black Carnotaurus. Blood splattered in all directions.

With a quiet sucking sound, the grey Carnotaurus pulled away. The black predator stepped back, it was hurt badly. Blood flowed freely from the hole that was once its eye. The beast blinked, trying to comprehend the situation with only one eye to work with. It roared and charged blindly. It was effective. The force of impact knocked the grey Carnotaurus on its side. It kicked out with its feet, but did not manage to stand up in time. The black Carnotaurus was on it immediately, biting into its throat. There was a sickening snap as the neck broke, and the grey carnivore fell limply to the ground. Nick crawled out of his hiding place among to leaf litter, followed by the others. They scrambled away from the carnage. The black predator stood victoriously over its kill, a foot planted firmly on its middle. The beast roared to the heavens, declaring itself king of the island.