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Dan Finkelstein sat up slowly, carefully. His head hurt badly, as did his chest. Suddenly, a large metal door slammed open, and a man burst through in hysterics. “Sir, there’s more coming, sir!”
“More what?” Dan asked, confused.
“Sir? Allosaurs, sir! It doesn’t look good sir, there’s at least thirty!” Dan’s head hurt badly. He put his hand to his temple and recalled what had happened. It was Rex. Rex had knocked him out ....
The private in the room was screaming now. “SIR!! The men need the orders to open fire!” Finkelstien pushed through him and opened a door to another room. He saw Richard tied up to a chair. Christ, He thought. He would need his best fighters...
He undid the ropes on Richard and pulled a gag out of his mouth. “It’s Rex! He killed Claw! I know what happened!” Richard yelled.
“No time,” Dan said. Richard looked at him with a hint of question in his eye. “Allosaurs.” Richard bolted out of the chair at that, started out and then froze. He was facing Dan, but his gaze was fixed behind him. Dan slowly turned.
Rex was there. “Listen Rex. I don’t know what happened between you two, or what the hell you did to me. But right now, if we don’t work together we’re all going to die! If we live through this-”
Rex cut him off. “You won’t.” And with that, he raised the laser pistol he had been holding, and fired three shots right into Dan’s chest. “Sorry, Commander.”
. . . .
The private looked up from Dan’s fallen body in horror, just in time to see the flash of light from the gun’s barrel, this time pointed at him.
. . . .
Richard was not waiting around long enough to get shot. He dashed through the door, and headed towards his room. He didn’t know what had happened to Dan, but he suspected Rex had given him some sort of temporary amnesia type of medicine.
Suddenly, an insane thought drifted through Richard’s mind, but he quickly brushed it aside.
There had been many strange things. Why would Rex do something like that? What was the odd glowing object he had seen in the back of the room? All good questions.
All with answers.
Unfortunately, Richard didn’t have these answers, nor the time to ponder them. He needed to get to the men outside, tell them to start firering. he knew most of them were to stuck in their ways, following orders,from a commander, to open fire on their own. He needed to try and save them.
Richard ran past his room, planning to go to it right after. he ran to the door that led outside, and slammed straight through. Before him, maybe thirty yards away, an uncountable number of Allosaurs charged towards the base.
Their eyes looked like fire under the deep red sun, their feet leaving trails of dust behind them, adding to the foggy darkness of the enviorment. It looked like a thousand minions of hell swarming right towards the bunker.
There was a lot more than thirty. At least one hundred. But he had never seen anything so orderly... like each one had it’s own job. It’s own score to settle.
As loud as he could, Richard screamed, “OPEN FIRE!!!”
Some, not recognizing his voice turned to look at the new orderer, but most just started firering, not following the first rule of shooting:
Aim small; miss small.
Richard knew it was over before it started. He ran back into the bunker, heading for his room, all the while hearing the desperate screams of doomed men.
. . . .
Richard typed in the keycode for his door- 636 -one last time, and headed for the drawer with his weapons...and his briefcase. He grabbed out the case and put it tightly around his wrist, then grabbed for weapons. He took the two a-3 handguns in the holsters and put them around his waist, grabbed two a-4 laser rifles, an a-6 rocket launcher, and a stunner a-0 maghook, a modified version from the classical 20th century weapon. He slung the launcher and one rifle behind his back, and carried the other rifle in his left hand. The maghook lay strapped to his thigh, and the briefcase around his wrist. He also grabbed a pair of dark shades, putting them in his vest pocket. As he headed for the door, he heard some muffled explosions. The dinosaurs were already deep inside the bunker. Some screaming women ran down the hall, followed by one man carrying a child. Richard knew their fate.
. . . .
Richard sped down the halls, smelling smoke before he saw fire. The few main entrances were blocked with fire. But Richard knew another way out. A way few people knew. He quickly turned and headed back the other way.
Richard was heading for the garage. It held the only running car in the entire bunker, as well as an alternate route out.
. . . .
Richard emerged into the garage of the bunker.
It was lit. Richard found that odd, because this part of the bunker was almost never lit, seeing as how no one ever came here. They did it to preserve energy, since the solar panels were old, and didn’t store sunlight well.
But now it was lit. Richard saw the vehicle, a humvee, parked where it always was. He jogged up to it, and looked inside. The starter key was still right on the dashboard, as it should be. He opened the door, right as he felt the cool metal press itself into his back.
“Well, well, well. Look what the baby dino dragged in.”
Rex, Richard thought.
“Turn around. But do it slowly. And, oh, yes, drop all your weapons. By the way, where on Earth did you find that beautiful maghook? Those really were a classic.”
“Go to hell,” Richard said cooly. He still held all his weapons.
“Would you like to put down the weapons, or will I have to take them off your lifeless body? And, after all, have you even thought what One would say about-”
“One does not exist.”
Rex A. Apter laughed at this. A terribly evil, but somehow mocking laugh, as at Richard’s stupidity. “Oh, let me assure you, friend, One most certainly does exist. So does Oz, right by the Great Wall of China, I’m told. I’ll be finding out rather shortly, too.”
“O.K., fine. One exists. So what would he say about someone like you?”
“Me? I’m doing my job. And I think he’d be very pleas-” A great tremor shook the ground, knocking them both off balance.
Richard was about to try and jump on him, when at that very moment, an Allosaur ripped through the steel plating of the garage. Rex looked up at it, in wonder it seemed for a moment.
Then, as it looked down at him playfully, it suddenly swiped it’s head down across the floor, and caught Rex in it’s jaws. “Who knows John.... you might make a good employee,” Rex gurgled. The Allosaur then shook his body violently, and his body went limp. Rex didn’t utter a sound of pain, but only grinned at Richard as the animal ripped him to pieces as if he were a toy doll.
Richard didn’t waste any time. He jumped through the open window of the Humvee, and landed right in the driver’s seat. Dan Finkelstein had once showed him how to work it, so he pulled the key up and jammed it into the ignition. He turned it frantically, and the engine of the old vehicle roared to life.
The Allosaur looked up at the new sound, dropped what little remained of it’s former meal, and started towards the car. Richard slammed the car in gear, and put all his weight down on the gas pedal. The dinosaur ran straight towards him. He couldn’t go around it. It charged at him full speed, and Richard charged at it. As the Allosaur made it’s already trademark ground head swipe, Richard swerved to the right, missing it’s mouth by inches.
He drove right towards it’s legs. The animal began to turn, and Richard sped up. He drove right through the dinosaur’s legs and out through the hole it had made in the wall, the Allosaur snapping behind him. He pushed the gas down harder.
He was now in the open desert, driving away.
And he knew exactly where he was going. It was insane, and impossible, but it was all Richard could do now.
Richard Arnold was going to find One.
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