V

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"Guys, he's headed underground. You see him?" Owen's hushed voice announce in mines and Claire's bluetooths, the two of us watching our upcoming target from different spots yet under the same roof, unlike Owen and Barry, who still are outside on watch and to let us know when we gotta take action. Which I get as now. 

"Normally I'd say nice on long-haired guys, but this one is eww." Is my response, brows creased at the sight of the man who's the cause of us being here in this shit of situation. 

"That's because this one doesn't look like a girl." I hear my best friend shoot back at me and my hand land on my chest in offense, even if none of them are able to see me. 

"Excuse me?!" Now, what the hell is meaning of this? 

"Guys! Pay attention. We're on the move." Barry's scolding tone is stern and the two of us, AKA Dumb and Dumber, do as was commanded. 

Close enough with some distance between us, I fall in step with Delacourt, Claire on the other side copying my actions by following him and Barry's secret undercover Agent to see where they lead us to. I hope to Maisie and hopefully Izy somewhere close around, though I have my doubts in that. 

"Primary target in sight. No sign of the girl." One of Barry's men inform, causing my frown only to deepen. They might be hiding her. 

Meeting Claire halfway, we come to a stop behind corner, watching from afar Delacourt approach a blonde woman in too elegant clothes for this place, and I can already say my fist is ready to meet her supercilious face. 

"My people say the raptor and hybrid arrived in good condition. You boys didn't cock this up." Upon hearing her mention my hybrid child, fury whirls in me like tornado, ready to get rid of anything in the way. Jaw clenched, this time I don't give a shit my nails bend when my hand grit against the wall. 

They took them too far, somewhere I guess they wanna take Maisie as well, however we still have chance getting Maisie now, but not Izy. God knows where they took my boy. 

"That bitch is dead." I snarl, feeling Claire's hand holding my shoulder firmly, though I can't tell if in sympathy or to keep me in place from jumping there right now and giving the woman taste of my fist. 

"I do have another job for you. Short hop, money's double." The blonde bitch announce the two, well, to Delacourt, smirk spreading across her alien face. No, really. She looks like an alien. 

"What's the cargo?" On our guy's question, they pull curtains up, growling and shrieks coming from metal cages behind blonde bitch. 

"Atrociraptors. Thoroughbreds. Trained to kill." Oh, how much I wanna claw that smug smirk off her alien face.

"Kill who?" Delacourt ask, snapping from his shock at the request. 

"Whoever they're told. Laser marks the target, they attach to the scent, don't stop till it's dead. Inescapable. Those idiots making hybrids had it all wrong, especially Grant. You can't engineer loyalty. You have to nurture it." That's it! I'm killing that bitch. 

Claire had to lock her arms around me in attempt to keep me from killing that bitch right now, whispering pleads at me to calm down. I am calm! 

"50 000 to fly them to Riyadh. In or out?" At final, realization hit us and I share a look with Claire, the woman no longer having to hold me back. 

"She's not here." My lips press in line, worries for our children filling me once again as much as before. Well shit. 

A bag is dropped to Delacourt's feet and we hear Barry's men call out signal for everyone to sprint into action and surround Delacourt from each side, aiming at both him and the woman with her own bodyguards. 

First shoot is heard and everyone fire at each other, my reflexes controlling my hands and wrap them around Claire's head, protecting her with my own body to avoid getting hit by bullet. 

Delacourt breaks into run, and I notice the blonde bitch also escaping calmly, uncaring her men are dying because of protecting her. Both pissed me off, and I know everyone are chasing after Delacourt so I take the other problem into my own hands and dart around these thin alleys and passages, hearing another pair of footsteps behind me, which I guess is Claire. 

"Jay, Claire, it's Santos, the woman in white." My walking doesn't increase, actually the opposite, I only quicken my steps, Claire right next to me. 

"We'll find her." Claire tells him back, and added words leave me without me wishing to, occasionally. 

"And maybe change the color of her blouse." Do I care I sound sick-minded? No, I don't think I do. We search around, four eyes scanning each corner until we are interrupt by my best friend. 

"Guys, do you have her?" That's when our eyes land on her, and my nostrils flare in joy at her nervous expression. It's time to die. 

"Will." Just like Delacourt, Santos back and disappear behind a corner, yet she has two women hot on her tail, one faster than the other, and oh I'm so not stopping until I have my hands on her. 

We follow her up into someone's apartment, even from lower floor I hear a kid scream and woman speak confusedly in their language. I dart when Santor turn to face us while using her bracelet or whatever that is to call atrociraptor with that stupid buzz and I feel Claire run into my back. 

"Okay. Okay. Listen." If blonde bitch didn't throw a vase with plant at our heads, us barely dodging, I'd give a comment on Claire's failed attempt to reason with that crazy lady. Sorry, the crazy lady is me, I meant blonde alien bitch. 

"Hey! Not my beautiful face, woman!" I shout, offended how dare she throw things at me. Like I expected, I'm ignored, instead Santos grabs a knife from the counter and slice at us. Out of nowhere Claire pull electric shock device and fights Santos back. Where the hell did she get that shit? 

The next thing I know, I'm pushed into my friend and we fall backwards, though Santos is not done yet. She waves the knife like wild animal, backing us, until I surprise not only them but also myself by catching her wrist. Her surprise force me to smirk. 

"Uno reverse." Literally, if I had Uno cards with myself, I'd bull that golden motherfucker called switch. Claire uses her shock device to fly Santor back into table. Poor table. Poor food. 

We get back onto our feet as blonde bitch groan in pain. I mean, yes, it hurt like bitch, but serves you right. Bitch. 

"You don't use it on people." Santor glare up at my friend beside me and I can't help but shrug. 

"She didn't." The woman's glare hardens, only this time aimed at me. Claire pull out photo of Maisie and show it to her, even though Santor knows very well who we came here for. 

"Where's my daughter?" If this were a movie I'm watching, I'd awww loudly at the whole room.  

"And where's my hybrid?" I add, matching Claire's expression of fury. 

"They weren't yours to begin with." At Santor's words Claire spark her device into life, as a warning if she won't speak, there will be consequences. 

"Tell me." For a split second I glance at the woman beside me. I'm terrible friend. But hear me out, angry mothers are smash. Glancing between us and the device, Santor finally gives in. 

"Biosyn. They're taking her to Biosyn. You missed her. Both of them. They're gone." My blood run cold and it feels like someone is standing on my chest and preventing me to breathe properly. I'm done with this fucking world! 

Before I have a chance to lunge at her and let my anger out on her, we hear a growl from our left. One Atrociraptor crouches in the doorway, wiggling his claws, and he run at us. Thankfully Claire protected us with her electric weapon, sending the dinosaur crashing into cabinets. Meanwhile Santos manage to stand up and point her buzzing laser at us. 

"Shit!" We're cooked, unless we get away and that's exactly what we do on instant, sprinting into next room with door slamming behind us shut to slow him down and I hurriedly push the window open, in process accidentaly falling out. Yay me. 

I expected to land on roof and stop, but it looks like my body continue on, rolling down until I drop off another roof onto solid one where I finally stayed in place. Jeez, ouch. 

"Go, go, go, go!" Claire's voice snap me awake and she help me scramble to my feet. 

"I'm going!" I should shut up. 

I do have better capacity to last, still by how much I run and jump from roof to roof I begin slightly panting for air. Adrenaline has my heart beating 10 times per second, my muscles aching. 

We ran into hallway leading down spiral stairs, although even there the atrociratptor follow us. Never pausing to catch a breath, I sprint and jump from balcony to another, screaming at the feel of metal slamming against my knees and stomach. That's gonna be a nasty bruise. 

The metal railing breaks under my weight, Claire not helping by jumping after me. At least we dodged atrociraptor jumping at us. 

My stronger arms hold us up in the air, dangling off the balcony with Claire holding around my waist. My eyes widen when I feel my pants slowly sliding off. 

"Claire, my pants!" There's no time for any more words. I lost my grip and we fall into back of truck, well, Claire does. I went rolling off and hit my head on the solid ground. Ouch! Wasting no time, I do everything in my power with throbbing head to stand up and I notice Kayla jogging towards me. 

"Get her out of here, please. I'm gonna distract the Atrociraptor." I push Kayla towards the truck and I'm grateful she obey without protest, though turning back to me. 

"What about you?" Was this not a life-death situation, I'd blur sarcastic comment at that. Instead I only wave hand at it and quickly jump at nearby motorcycle I found standing by. 

"Drive!" Without protest Kayla gets into the driver's seat, and by the time she roared the truck to life, I have already passed them, the atrociraptor bursting through door and chasing after me. This isn't cat and mouse type of game I read in those romance books, I don't like this. 

"Move! Out of the way! Passing by! I'm passing! Not sorry!" I yell at the people that were in my way, on accident running over one guy's foot. Ups. The atrociraptor is still behind me by the sound of his shrieks and him crashing into everything when I dodge or turn a corner in attempt to lose him. 

And it seems like that when I all of sudden hear nothing, no shrieks or growl or roars. Glancing behind me, there's no longer anything chasing me and so I only shrug, glad I got him off my ass. Finally. 

In my bluetooth I'm told to go onto the beach, which I do, using sight at sea as lead where to go. I appear at the square, people running around in panic under Carnotaur's and Allosaurus's feet. A blur passes me and it takes me a second to puzzle two and two together it was actually Owen speeding away from two atrociraptors. Good to know he's still alive. 

What catches my attention is the tiny person trying to find a way out from between the two bigger dinosaurs, fear visible on the boy's face even from afar. My eyes widen at the realization it's actually the boy from before, the one who tried to steal from me and who I saved from getting beaten up or worse by bald man in underground. 

Without really thinking, I aim his way and snatch him before Carnotaurus has a chance take bite of him, placing him in front of me. 

"Hold on." The boy clings to me with death grip, luckily he's only little boy and not teenager or man who'd be stronger and squeeze soul out of me. When I thought nothing is chasing me anymore, Owen appear behind me with two Atrociraptors chasing him. Oh, come ooon! 

"Hurry up, Jay!" I hear Owen yell at me over the noise and I dare to turn my head to give him a look. 

"You hurry up!" I don't need to hear him to know he's cursing at me when I roar the engine and speed up. 

"They're behind us!" The kid calls, watching over my shoulder what's happening behind us. Yeah, I know that, and so I bark for sharp turn, Owen following after my steps. Soon we come out of alley and drive down the road, seeing a plane getting ready to fly up. That's our taxi! 

Another sharp turn at the bottom, yet I never slow down. The back of plane open for us to get in somehow and I see Claire waiting there for us. Who's the pilot? 

My eyes widen in panic, pupils shrunk when the plane begin to slowly lift into air. Crap crap crap crap! 

"Close your eyes, kid!" I guess he already has eyes shut tight, burrying his face in my neck. Determination to get into plane fills me, my hand turning the handle to its maximum and we go at full speed. 

Less than half meter away from the edge I brake the front wheel and it sends us flying into the plane head first, using my body to protect the boy from getting harmed and have as soft landing as possible, me instead taking all the pain of inpact. More nasty bruises for later. 

Owen manages it inside milisecond before the plane get off the ground completely, slowing himself by letting go off his motorcycle and let it hit the wall protecting pilot. But it goes back as the plane lean back more and I move us out of way just in time, the vehicle instead hitting the atrociraptor that jumped in and throw him out into sea. Serves you right, bitch!

Still I have no room to take a breath, the angle sending us slide down towards still opened back. Claire can only catch her husband without getting herself killed, so I act quickly and tangle my legs into bunch of cables attached to the wall, preventing us to slide even farther. 

The back gets closed and pilot angle the plane horizontal. Finally I can catch my breath from the rush of adrenaline, glancing at my married friends hugging each other in tight embrance. Sometimes when I look at them, love is actually cute. 

"Are we safe yet?" Tiny voice ask quietly from my arms and I look down at the trembling kid, whose grip doesn't loosen either way. Wait, the kid is here, and Malta far out there, with his parents most probably..........shit! 

"Yes." I can't help but reassure him, patting his head in comfort as I let my head fall back and laugh leaves me. This was fun.