A/N: As you've read in the author's note I left in the previous chapter, this story will be getting several new and improved rewritten chapters to suit the theme of Jurassic World III-this is not completely confirmed, but there is more information on the subject of a Jurassic project involving Bryce Dallas Howard on Jurassic Outpost-which may have been filming in Ireland this January. With the news I've been granted for Jurassic World: The Live Tour, I want my story to focus a bit more on the militarialization of dinosaurs, particularly Velociraptors, rather than other, crazy, genetic hybrids chasing down Blue. We only need one, and he's the Indoraptor.

Keeping Blue in captivity in the original fourteenth chapter was an error on my part. Like all the other dinosaurs, she should've been free. It didn't seem fair to poor Blue that, right after she's released into the Californian wilderness, she's taken away to have a paw amputated and spend the majority of two or three chapters locked within a cage.

Now, just like the other dinosaurs, Blue will remain free. And she will be a force to be reckoned with for sure.

Blue ran far and fast. The sun was beginning to come up, as the forest around her started to fade, the ground becoming more rocky and hard, almost like the flooring of her paddock.

She clambered up a rocky hill, the sun glinting down on her beaten and battered body, as she came into view over the hilltops.

A few green-gray plants decorated some areas, almost as if she had reached some sort of desert-looking area.

Blue's amber eyes scanned the new world around her. She wasn't on an island anymore. She didn't know where she was.

She skidded to a halt at the edge of the hillside, the sun beginning to rise over the horizon. She blinked, her eye membrane cleansing her eyeball.

She opened her jaws in a loud, coughing, bark. Then another.

She looked down at a large neighborhood below her; a town five miles from Lockwood Manor.

She took a step closer to the edge of the hillside and barked again, hoping to call out to any other Velociraptors that were possibly roaming this foreign territory.

But there was no answer to her calls.

The wounded animal stepped back on her good side, before looking over her shoulder in the direction she had came from. Her heart hurt more than her wounds did when she, once again, realized she had no one to back her up in case of danger.

The grey and blue dinosaur looked back down at the town again. It smelled too foreign, too human. She didn't want to encounter any more humans. She had enough human contact to last her a long while.

With one last look at the suburban neighborhood, Blue dashed off, her feet kicking up chunks of dust in her wake.

~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~

"She's badly injured, Owen. We need to go out and find her before the California wildfire gets to her."

Owen stared at Zia from a chair across from his in the hospital waiting room. Maisie was asleep on a bench next to him, still wrapped in the blanket she was given back at her old home.

Owen looked to Maisie before looking at the paleo-veterinarian. "What do you think we should do? Dinosaurs are everywhere, and Blue herself could be anywhere," he responded.

"I don't know. You know her better than any of us, Owen." The paleo-veterinarian furrowed her brow in worry and concern.

Owen sighed, his troubled green eyes drifting towards Maisie. He hated for the job to find Blue to be brought upon his shoulders. He just wanted to go back and finish that cabin of his. He was too reluctant to jump back into the life of dinosaur training. The guilt of losing almost all of his girls was too hard to bear—even three years after the Indominus Rex incident.

"Hey, you guys want any McDonald's? I mean, I know we're waiting here for Claire, but I haven't eaten anything since breakfast yesterday, and I'm starving," Franklin piped up, walking towards them.

Zia sighed, pulling out her wallet from her pocket. "Get something for all of us, including Claire when she's out of surgery." She handed him her wallet.

Maisie rubbed her eye, looking up at the three adults. "Is Claire out…?"

Owen looked away from the IT technician to the little clone with soft emerald eyes. "No. Not yet, Maisie. She'll be out soon."

She nodded, resting her head on his leg to use it as a pillow.

Owen gently rubbed her head, sighing.

"Blue needs you, Owen. You're the only person she'd trust among the five of us," Zia told him, brown eyes staring at the man in front of her, wishing she knew what was going on inside his head.

The former animal trainer nodded, a bit distracted by a news report blaring through one of the televisions.

"Breaking news! This just in, the San Diego Zoo's lion enclosure has been broken into by a mysterious, rather large animal. Security footage has breached and displayed a T. Rex breaking into the zoo, and standing off against the male lion, Mufasa, before police were called in to contain the animal," the reporter spoke. "The dinosaur, soon after the police had been called, then retreated back the way it possibly came from. San Diego Zoo will relocate the lions to another enclosure while the fences are being rebuilt."

The image was rather startling: the veteran Tyrannosaurus Rex, standing right in front of a lion, who was perched on large rock across an even larger canal that separated the two beasts, the fence behind her smashed and destroyed from her large body.

When Maisie heard the report as she tried to go back to sleep, she covered her head with the blanket, as if she didn't want anyone to see her, not that they would know she was the cause of the dinosaurs to have been set loose out in the open.

"Oh no….." Zia murmured in worry. "If that T. Rex doesn't stay in forest areas…"

"It'll be the second San Diego Incident since '97," Owen finished for her.

Maisie made a little whimpering sound next to him. "I-I didn't want them….I-I didn't…"

Owen pulled her up into a hug. "You were doing the right thing, Maisie. Without you, those animals would have died."

She looked up at him with large, honey amber eyes. "Okay.." she sniffled, snuggling closer to her guardian. Since she looked a bit similar to Owen, it didn't look too strange to other people that she wasn't his actual daughter.

"Mr. Grady? Ms. Dearing's surgery was a success," a doctor spoke, stepping out into the waiting room. "She'll be on crutches for a while, and she'd probably be limping for a few months after she can put a good amount of weight on her leg, but she'll make a full recovery."

Owen heaved a sigh of relief. He looked to Maisie. "Hear that?"

Maisie smiled widely. She nodded. "Claire's gonna be okay..!"

"When can we see her?" Zia asked.

"Soon, very soon. We just need to move her to her hospital room, and then you can go visit her." The doctor nodded before returning down the hallway.

Franklin called Zia on her cell, causing her phone to start ringing.

She answered it. "Franklin, Claire's alright."

"Really? That's..that's great!" He sounded out of breath and a bit panicked.

"Franklin, what did you do?" His co-worker demanded softly.

"I can't leave the McDonald's across the street. There's a lot of guys in black out here, and I don't know what they're doing here...or why they're here."

Zia frowned, looking out the large, clear, hospital doors to try and see what "guys" Franklin was talking about. "Franklin, I don't see anything-"

"Zia, Z-Zia, they're coming towards the hospital."

The IT worker's panicked tone sent a chill down the paleo-veterinarian's spine.

She looked to Owen, a scared look on her face.

Who were these people? Were they dangerous? And what did they want?

~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~

Barton Cross, a middle-aged man wearing an all black suit, akin to what Eli Mills wore just minutes before his demise, silently sat inside a darkly colored car, cold eyes focused on the skittish Franklin outside the McDonald's he had walked to from the hospital. The crime boss and geneticist could only assume that Owen Grady, the "raptor wrangler" was inside the hospital. He had heard the news reports of the Tyrannosaurus Rex breaking into the zoo, making a smirk tug at his face.

Wu was really in over his head, that was for sure. He was very surprised that the former InGen geneticist thought of something as ingenious as selling dinosaurs to auctioneers.

The raptor, however, was the reason he came to the auction. If Wu and Mills were selling Owen's prized Blue, that was the dinosaur he was going to buy.

He had told Anton Orlov that he wanted two carnivores. The Indoraptor was incredibly dangerous and military-worthy. But the creature was left behind when the auction erupted in chaos, as well as the Velociraptor.

Unfortunately, the undercover mobster was badly injured by the escaped Stygimoloch and rushed to the hospital. He was lucky to have survived the ordeal, while many had died from its sharp horns.

And now the dinosaurs were running loose. Maybe those two raptorians were among those that had escaped? They both would be viable subjects for their project.

Even before the fall of Jurassic World, before the I.B.R.I.S. Project had been underway, Cross had hired Henry Wu to establish another pack of raptors, each from different broods-except one batch of eggs, which was taken off of Isla Sorna after the parents of two were killed by trophy hunters that illegally ventured to the island-solely for military purposes.

They were his division's pride and joy. Used for combat against each other or other sports to strengthen their bloodlust, Cross had a pack that consisted of nine Velociraptors-five females and four males. They were the most elite death squad, better than a SWAT team with years of experience and training.

"Sir, we've spotted Mr. Grady," someone spoke through a radio inside the darkly colored car.

Cross grinned maliciously. "Wonderful.."

~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~

Owen's mind reeled when he saw, at least, three men briskly strut towards the hospital's door. To him, they look like they had come straight out of a Men in Black movie.

He and Zia stood up, Maisie hiding behind the animal trainer, her hazel eyes wide and fearful.

The three men watched them with cold eyes, name tags pinned to their suits.

"Owen Grady?" A man with a deep, gruff, voice spoke, looking straight at Owen with icy brown eyes.

Grey-green eyes nervously flickered towards Maisie, who clung to him as tight as she could. "Yeah?" He squared his shoulders, trying to seem tough and calm.

"You need to come with us," another man drawled, his voice a bit raspy.

Maisie pressed herself closer to Owen when she saw the scars across the second man's face and neck, which was the result of his scratchy voice.

"And why's that?" Zia snapped, hands on her hips.

The third man, the tallest of the three, stomped towards them. "Because, my inquisitive little miss," he sneered, "Mr. Grady here can help us with a project of ours."

"Ain't no goddamn way I'll be leaving this hospital."

Maisie gasped in horror when she saw the barrel of a small pistol peek out from the side of the third man.

"Yes, you will. Unless you want everyone in here but us four dead…" The man threatened.

Owen clenched his jaw, hands balled into fists. "What sort of project?" He spat, already knowing what "project" these assholes were talking about.

"Our boss will talk about it outside with you," the second man responded steely.

The animal behaviorist looked down at Maisie. He gave the twelve year-old girl a reassuring smile, despite the danger he was in. "It's gonna be alright, kid."

Maisie nodded, sticking close to his side when the three men in black forcefully escorted him out.

Zia stood there, brow furrowed in fear and worry. Claire had just gotten out of surgery, Franklin was still stuck at McDonald's, and now these strangers just forced Owen and Maisie out of the hospital.

She nibbled her lower lip, slowly sitting back down, running her hands through her short, black hair. What in the world was she going to tell Claire?

A/N: If you wanna go off and say, "WOAH! This Barton Cross character sounds really creepy! I wonder how the author came up with such a character!"

Truth is...I didn't come up with the idea of Mr. Cross here. Instead, my best friend did.

Outside FF, the two of us both write a bunch of little stories circling around our own original characters. Cross is featured in every story we write together, and is always the secondary or primary antagonist. Around the time Avengers: Endgame was released into theaters, I asked him if I could have Barton Cross as a featured antagonist in TBS. And he said, "yes"!

The nine Velociraptors that are owned by Cross and his division have been inspired by Jurassic World: The Live Tour. I did a bunch of research and "adopted" two of them from another friend of mine over on DeviantART, while another was inspired by a scrapped fifth member of the Raptor Squad from the first Jurassic World movie. These characters will be featured in the story soon, and also...

Happy 26th anniversary, Jurassic Park!