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Thanks to the close proximity of the trees, a head start was given to us.

The Indominus was attempting to squeeze through the trees, given by the shaking of the ground as we sprinted.

"You know, if we weren't running for our lives, this would be a really beautiful jungle!" I said.

"I think it's a forest," Owen called back.

Sparing him a glance, I corrected, "Not if we live in Central America. Right?" I asked, directed at Claire.

"Lowery!" Claire said instead,"We found her. South of the gyrosphere valley, between the Old Park and the Aviary."

Over the speaker on Claire's phone, Lowery asked in disbelief, "Are you following her?"

Together, we chimed, "Yes!"

"Get the ACU out here-- real guns this time!" Claire ordered.

"ACU is airborne, they took the helicopter," Lowery said.

Cutting off our inquiries, said helicopter flew over our heads.

The massive thumps of the Indominus came to a halt, as did our own.

"Think it distracted her?" Owen asked.

Claire continued to run, we followed, until she came across a cliff.

Standing at the edge, we were exposed to a view of the ACU helicopter flying towards the Aviary.

The tops of trees rustling gave away the Indominus' location, chasing after the helicopter.

Scouting her, a missile shot out from the helicopter.

It was unsuccessful, proven by the glass shattering in the Aviary's wall.

"She survived that?" I asked, my eyes wide,"Holy fu--"

Despite her shock, Claire was still in professional mode and reminded me, "PG, Lauren."

Out of the hole in the Aviary came a single blur, then another, and dozens others after it.

With my knowledge of the island, it was obvious those blurs weren't birds.

"Not good," I said, starting to walk backwards, "Very not good."

"Claire, let's go," Owen ordered.

Claire moved closer to the edge, muttering, "But Mr.Masrani.."

As I tried to get her to attempt to put distance between us and the Aviary, a dimorphodon hooked its claws on part of the helicopter. A pteranodon flew beak first into the windshield.

Owen, hand on my lower back, pushed lightly, causing me to break my walk into a run.

Going fast and ducking a bit, in case a flying dinosaur swooped into the trees, I went back the way we came, aiming to find the boys' tire tracks and follow them back to the park.

"Oh, look at that," Owen chimed, "Lauren's finally leading."