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The sun had begun to set in the sky, as their truck raced down the long track that lead toward the raptor paddock.

Owen's face was set with determination.

For a long time none of them spoke.

Missy knew how much Owen hated Hoskins for what he had done to her, just under a year ago. He couldn't stand the man, but tolerated him for the sake of his raptors. But Missy knew that this was the final straw…

"So how long have you two been dating for?" asked Gray, breaking thorough the quiet after a long minute. The truck hit a pot-hole, causing all of them to bounce and inch or two from their seats.

Missy glanced over at Owen, biting her lip.

The raptor-trainer merely paused for a moment, giving a small smile.

"Almost eleven months," he uttered, staring back at Gray in the rear-view mirror, before placing his hand on the knee of Missy's black jeans.

"Was that long after you finished dating Aunt Claire?" asked the teenager lightly.

Missy gave a gulp and glanced quickly down at the tranq-gun on her lap. She knew how Owen felt about Claire now, but it still didn't stop the whole thing hurting.

Owen knitted his brows together, just as Claire suddenly spoke up.

"We only went on one date and that was a long, long time ago, Gray…" she said shaking her head, sounding a little flustered.

"Oh…" replied the teenager, as his elder brother jabbed him in the arm with his elbow. Both of them suddenly realising how much tension had suddenly filled the truck.

Missy stared out of the window, worrying at her rosy lips with her teeth.

At least one date wasn't that bad, she supposed. But that still didn't stop Missy feeling a little jealous as she thought of the two of them together….flirting, touching, kissing…..perhaps even more…

A stony silence suddenly passed over them, as Missy suddenly gazed up at the enormous raptor-paddock, that loomed suddenly above them in the emerging darkness.

As the truck skidded onto the gravel, Owen pulled the vehicle hastily up, as a figure approached them.

All four doors slammed open and the five of them piled out,

Owen, gun in hand, marched out towards a portly figure that Missy recognised very well.

Missy could tell by Owen's stance alone that he was up for a fight. His shoulders were raised and his grip tense around his gun.

"The mother hen has finally arrived," jeered the goateed Hoskins, as he strutted towards them, hands on his large hips.

Owen threw him a dark look.

"Get the hell out of here," he growled. "And stay away from my animals."

Before Missy could even move any further than the car door, Claire was already at Owen's shoulder.

"Hoskins, you wanted this to happen, you son of a bitch!" cried the auburn-haired woman, pointing a finger at the rotund man.

Hoskins smirked, titling his head and looking between the pair.

"Found yourself another lady friend, 'ey Grady?" he said in a jeering voice. "What happened to- what was her name again? I can't seem to remember?"

Missy frowned, feeling nothing but hatred for the man who had almost had her killed. She balled up her fists, her fingernails digging into her palms.

It took a long moment before Hoskins' eyes finally landed on her, standing a few feet away from both Owen and Claire.

"Oh, no, look there she is," he said grinning. He turned his piggy eyes back to Claire. "Although I do think this one is a bit of an upgrade."

But Hoskins didn't get the chance to say other word.

Owen's eyes flashed darkly, and in less than a second, his fist had collided with Hoskins' jaw...

The large man staggered backwards, clutching at his face with his porky digits.

"Don't you dare even look at her, Hoskins," said Owen in a dangerous tone.

And Missy knew for a fact, that he was referring to her and not Claire.

Walking over to where the three of them stood, she stared up at Hoskins angrily. Her finger tensing around the trigger of the gun in her hand.

"I've seen what you and your men are capable of Hoskins," said Missy in a low voice, coming to stand at Owen's side. "I saw what they were doing in those labs-"

"Jesus!" cried Hoskins, turning to her and shaking his head. "Do you not get it? This is an InGen situation now. All of that is really none of your damn business."

Missy could have sworn she heard Owen growl beside her.

The portly man turned to Owen. "Look Grady, there are going to be cruise ships that'll show up at first light," he continued, standing nose-to-nose with the raptor-trainer. "Everybody's going to get off this island. And you are going to watch a news story tomorrow about how you all saved lives. No, better yet, how your animals saved lives."

Owen's unblinking eyes were fixed on Hoskins'.

Missy turned to look at him, tall and tense.

She knew that his mind was working at a mile-a-minute trying to think of a way out of this situation. But she knew as well as he did, that that they did not have many options. Hoskins would try and run these 'field –tests' regardless. And the more fuss Owen made the worse it would be for the raptors.

"Grady," said Hoskins with a smirk, still rubbing his cheek with his hand. "You surely realise this is all going to happen with or without you," He turned suddenly away. "Let's move it out!" he yelled loudly to several other InGen men all carrying guns who were standing on the far side of the paddock.

"Owen aren't you going to do something?" said Claire in an exasperated tone, turning to the raptor-trainer beside her, as Hoskins walked away.

But Owen stood still, his eyes never leaving the back of Hoskins's head. He didn't reply.

Claire let out an irritated roar before turning on her heel and beckoning the two boys to follow her, heading up towards the control room on the far side of the fence.

It was a long moment before Missy glanced up at Owen, her grey eyes searching his features.

She came around and stood before him, slowly reaching up and touching his cheek with her hand.

"Hey," she said, causing his eyes to immediately meet hers. "I know you've got this…"

Owen faltered. He gave a gulp, before letting out a long, troubled breath.

"I don't know if I do," he said shaking his head. "My raptors have never been out of captivity."

But Missy gave a small smile, removing her hand from his face. "Blue has….once," she uttered, as his eyes suddenly softened.

They both knew that she was referring to the time where Hoskins had released the Beta from her cage. Where the raptor had proceeded to chase Missy through the forest. If it hadn't been for Owen's quick thinking, Missy would not be alive today.

"Yeah and look at how that turned out?" said Owen with a difficult sigh, placing his hand to Missy's waist, pulling her into him.

"That was a long time ago, Owen," uttered Missy in a quiet voice, staring up into his tanned face. "And she stopped at your command even then, remember? And think of how much she and the girls have improved since…"

Owen stared down at Missy as if he was about to say something, but the words never came.

He merely tugged her to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Leaning down, he rested his chin on top of her head.

Missy closed her eyes, breathing him in. It was that same musky scent that lingered on her pillow and that sweater she had stolen from him (that suited her far better that it had ever done him!). With him she felt safe, despite all that was happening around then, they both stood here contented. Just glad to be back in each other's arms once again…

"Happy Birthday by the way," he murmured into her caramel hair.

Missy smiled, pulling away from him slightly.

She glanced down at her watch and gave a faux pout.

"I'm guessing our dinner reservation has been cancelled?" she said with a fake sigh.

Owen's face brightened warmly, as he gazed down at her.

"I'm pretty sure I saw the entire place go up in flames earlier, so I think you're probably right…" he said with a shrug, before taking her hand in his and entwining his fingers with hers.

"Shame," Missy said with a small grin, nudging him with her hip as they walked hand in hand, heading up in the direction of the control room. "Maybe next year."

Owen stared down at her, letting out a smile as he did so and shaking his head. His eyes travelled over her and he took a deep breath, making up his mind….

He had been making plans for tonight for the past two months. As if, an escaped hybrid dinosaur was going to stop him now…

Owen tugged her to him and pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head as they walked.

She really had no idea, did she…

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