Of all the stupid ideas... // Open
Bex might have told Nat she was spending the night in the control room -- playing back recordings of the raptors and trying to make sense of their vocalization, but she had absolutely no intention of doing so. She had no intention of being anywhere near anyone else. She was just...
Fighting with Owen was one thing. She had been doing it since the day she arrived on the island. But lately it had felt different. Nastier. And she wasn’t sure why or what had even happened. Add to that her arguments with Nat, Buck, Steve...and now Shane and she just...
Packing a knapsack, she didn’t bother to call any one else in. She saw the way the men looked at her after she came back. They, like Stark, thought she was insane to walk back in to that paddock. And maybe they were right. But tonight she wasn’t in the mood to argue that.
She ignored the clouds rolling in overhead, the drops of rain beginning to fall. She simply went and grabbed a four wheeler from the shed, positioning it right in front of the door of the raptor pen. She’d never keep up with them on foot. And while she could have taken the jeep, she preferred the four wheeler. She felt it handled better...was more study in the mud and muck.
“All right, Babies. Who’s ready to go on a little run, hmmm?” Starting the ignition, she let it run as she hopped off and hit the button that would open the paddock door. Then she was right back on and following them towards the woods on the North Side of the island.
