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fredbassettTitle : Within These Walls, Chapter 19 of 30
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Ryan, Nick, Stephen, Connor, Danny, Abby, Finn, Blade
Disclaimer : Not mine (except the OCs), no money made, don’t sue.
Word Count : 59,000 words in 30 chapters of approx. 1,500 – 2,500 words each
Spoilers : None
Summary : Ending up in Dartmoor prison for refusing to recant their belief in evolution is only the start of the problems facing Nick, Stephen and Connor. And Sir James Lester soon ends up with other problems on his hands than just an over-crowded prison population.
A/N : For acknowledgments etc please see Part 1.
Ryan pulled up the collar of his jacket against the cold seeping into his bones from the ever-present mist. He watched as Stephen Hart and Abby Maitland followed the deep imprints in the damp ground left behind by whatever it was that had just been swallowed up by the ball of fractured light.
He had no idea what sort of answers he was expecting to get, either from them or from Cutter, but Ryan knew that good intel was the key to solving any problem, and at the moment, it was bloody obvious that they had a problem on their hands. He just didn’t yet know the magnitude of the problem. Ryan didn’t believe for a second that the MoD were responsible for the creatures. He’d meant it when he’d said that if they’d lost the subjects of an experiment, the moor would have been flooded with soldiers. The MoD weren’t renowned for subtlety. The sergeant who’d turned up at the quarry had been taking pot shots at a beast they’d seen on their range, and he’d shown nothing more than a casual interest in the problem.
Connor Temple’s claim that they had just seen a dinosaur was as outlandish as Cutter’s suggestion that the predator that had wreaked such havoc on two prison work parties had been a creature out of their distant past. A distant past that, if you valued your freedom, you wouldn’t admit to believing in. Ryan didn’t understand what the hell was going on, but he knew that Lester would demand answers…
Stephen Hart straightened up from his examination of the ground all around the ball of light. “There are no prints on the far side. None at all. You can see for yourself.” He waved his hand at the soft earth.
Ryan didn’t need to take up his offer. Even from where he was standing he could see that the short grass on the other side was untrammelled, whereas their side was marked by deep prints, commensurate with the obvious bulk of the creature. He had no reason to doubt Cutter’s estimate of five or six tonnes. Ryan wished they’d come equipped to take casts of the prints as proof, but with so many witnesses what they’d seen couldn’t be doubted.
“He’s right,” Abby said. She pulled a notebook and pen out of a pocket in her coat, presumably intending to take some notes, but immediately, the pen was snatched out of her hand by some invisible force and dragged into the middle of the light. Abby jumped back, shock on her face.
“This is what’s interfering with your compasses,” Temple said excitedly. “It’s generating a magnetic field.”
Ryan opened one of the pockets on his equipment vest where, amongst other things, he kept several spare clips of ammunition. He took a standard 9mm parabellum round from one of the magazines and placed it on the palm of his hand, feeling the familiar weight of the steel-jacketed bullet. It rested there for no more than a fraction of a second before the same force plucked it out of his hand and carried it into the centre of the light. It wasn’t exactly a regulation use for ammunition, but he hadn’t gone out onto the moor with a pocketful of loose change.
“Is the magnetism harmful to us?” he demanded.
Temple shook his head. “No, but we need to study it.”
“He’s right,” Cutter broke in. “We need to get instruments to study this. The creatures are coming out of these…” Cutter flapped his hand, unable to come up with a word to encompass what they’d seen. He took a breath and tried again. “These… anomalies. We need to know where they’re coming from.”
“They’re coming from the past,” Temple said with complete conviction. “They have to be, it’s the only explanation, Professor.”
“There’s no animal alive today that looks like that,” Abby Maitland added.
Connor shot her a grateful look and earned himself a very small smile in return. From what Ryan had seen of their animal expert, Abby was not a person who let her guard down easily, and although she radiated confidence Ryan still detected a brittle edge to her. She was a woman used to having to prove herself around men and that had taken its toll.
“If it’s an anapsid,” Connor ventured, emboldened by her smile, “a likely candidate would be Scutosaurus.” His expression was eager now, and he was beginning to look like an enthusiastic puppy in pursuit of a favourite toy. “But that would mean it’s not really a dinosaur, wouldn’t it, Professor?”
“Aye, lad, technically it would mean that.”
“What are you talking about?” Ryan could feel his frustration with the situation starting to build up again. One minute they were talking about dinosaurs and the next minute they weren’t.
Cutter waved his hand again, dismissing Ryan’s question. “It’s technical, and it doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’ve just seen something alive and walking around that went extinct around 248 million years ago and we need to know how it got here.”
Ryan frowned. “You said the other thing was knocking around about 36 million years ago…”
“So you were taking some notice, go to the top of the class,” Cutter said, his voice loaded with sarcasm. “That’s exactly what I said, and if Connor is right – and I’ve no reason to believe he isn’t – then we’re looking at creatures from two different eras of the earth’s past. The Permian, where the Scutosaurus comes from, lasted from around 290 to 248 million years ago, and those chappies were around at the tail end of it. The Andrewsarchus is from the Eocene, that’s anything from 55 to 34 million years ago.” Cutter jabbed a finger at Ryan’s chest, his face intense and animated. “We need to find out how they’re coming through to our time.” His finger jabbed next at the reason they’d all traipsed over the moor in foul weather. “And that thing holds the key. We need to know what’s through there.”
“There’s only one way we can do that, mate,” Danny Quinn commented, and before Ryan could stop him, the gangly ex-copper had stepped up to the cause of all the trouble and stuck his head and shoulders through.
Blade and Finn snapped their rifles up to their shoulders, red laser dots appearing on the back of Quinn’s borrowed jacket, waiting for an order from Ryan.
“Stand easy,” Ryan told them. He stepped up to Quinn, bunched the heavy material of the jacket in his hand and yanked the man backwards.
A grin of pure adrenaline-fuelled exhilaration was plastered on Quinn’s craggy face. “You have got to see that!” he exclaimed, completely unbothered by the weapons trained on him. Quinn grabbed hold of Ryan’s arm and tugged at him. “Take a look, it’s… it’s… bloody amazing! There’s a whole herd of them…”
Ryan could feel command of the situation slipping away from him. Both Cutter and Temple crowded forward, although Stephen Hart sensibly kept his distance, remaining at Abby Maitland’s side and casting wary glances at both Blade and Finn. Ryan straight-armed Cutter in the chest, holding him back. “Wait! No one goes anywhere until I say so!”
He could feel the magnetic pull exerting itself on the numerous pieces of metal on him as though invisible hands were trying to pluck the rifle from his grasp and drag the knife from his leg-sheath. As far as he could see, Quinn’s impulsiveness hadn’t brought him to any harm, and Ryan was conscious of the fact that Lester had sent them out to bring back answers, so clearly this… whatever it was… needed to be investigated.
“Step back!” he ordered in a parade ground voice. It had the desired effect. “Cutter, Quinn, I want you with me but put one foot out of line and you’ll regret it, do you understand me?”
The two men nodded, but Ryan knew perfectly well that he couldn’t rely on either of them not to get carried away by enthusiasm.
Abby Maitland stepped up to join them. “I want to see it as well.”
Ryan was tempted to argue, but Abby had a determined look on her face that told him he’d be wasting his time. “All right, but I go first.” Without waiting for a response, Ryan turned and – drawing in a sharp breath – stepped into the fractured light.
The bright sunlight made him blink in shock as he sucked in a lungful of hot, desperately dry air. As far as his eyes could see, dunes of black sand stretched away in all directions, broken only by sparse patches of vivid green bushes. In the far distance, a massive volcano spewed out puffs of pale smoke that coalesced about it into a bank of cloud. A herd of huge, lumbering creatures fanned out across the rocky ground moving slowly, all identical to the one that they had just seen and the continuation of the tracks from the soft ground on the other side of… whatever it was, picked up again, clearly showing the tracks of two creatures moving away from them.
Wherever he was, he was sure as hell not on a mist-covered moor a few miles from Dartmoor Prison. A moment later, he heard three sharp intakes of breath that told him he was no longer alone.
“Wherever it is, it’s not fucking Kansas,” Quinn remarked. “Shall we draw straws for who gets to play Toto?”
Above them something that Ryan at first took to be a bird swooped down in front of them and landed lightly on the black sand. A lizard-like head started up at Ryan and the creature raised and lowered the crest on top of a small green head, which tilted quizzically to one side as it looked at them.
Cutter stared down at the little beast and said wonderingly, “Coelurosauravus. This really is the Permian!” He took a step forward, running his hand through his damp hair and causing it to stand up in startled spikes. “The past is real… It explains everything.” He turned slowly around, eyes wide. “It explains everything,” he repeated.
Ryan had no idea what the man meant, but he had to admit that wherever they were, it was certainly real and not some sort of mass hallucination. He could feel the sun beating down on his head, drying his hair and clothes, warming away the chills of the mist and rain. The sand under his boots made a scrunching noise as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and he could hear the bellows of the enormous reptiles, calling to each other as they wandered slowly in search of another bush to graze on.
The one that had come through the light might have liked the taste of grass, but it wouldn’t have liked the cold, not in contrast to this hothouse of a world. No wonder it had been happy to go home so quickly.
“We’ve seen enough,” Ryan declared. “Come on, Professor, we need to get out of here.”
“We need to explore!” Cutter responded, predictable in his enthusiasm.
“No we don’t,” Danny Quinn interrupted, holding out his hand with the 9mm bullet that Ryan had taken out of his ammunition clip to test the pull of the magnetic field. “This thing is getting weaker. Ryan’s right, we need to get back.”
Adrenaline spiked in Ryan’s system as he snatched the bullet out of the man’s hand. Quinn was correct, the magnetic field was definitely weaker and even the light itself seemed less bright. He grabbed hold of Cutter’s shoulders and roughly pushed him through the light, only hesitating for a moment to check that Quinn and Abby were following, before jumping after Cutter, getting as far away from the now-fading shards of light as he could.
Ryan hit the soft earth and rolled, coming up on one knee, his M4 still cradled in his arms. Abby and Quinn jumped through as Stephen Hart pulled Cutter to his feet. They all watched, amazed, as the shining ball started to wink on and off like a broken fairy light. A second later, it blinked for a final time, closed in on itself and disappeared, leaving behind nothing but an uninterrupted view of the grey, rain-swept tors.
The silence that followed was broken only by a small chirruping noise.
Ryan looked down.
They’d been followed by one of the small flying lizards.
At least now they might stand a chance of persuading Lester that their collective sanity remained intact.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Ryan, Nick, Stephen, Connor, Danny, Abby, Finn, Blade
Disclaimer : Not mine (except the OCs), no money made, don’t sue.
Word Count : 59,000 words in 30 chapters of approx. 1,500 – 2,500 words each
Spoilers : None
Summary : Ending up in Dartmoor prison for refusing to recant their belief in evolution is only the start of the problems facing Nick, Stephen and Connor. And Sir James Lester soon ends up with other problems on his hands than just an over-crowded prison population.
A/N : For acknowledgments etc please see Part 1.
Ryan pulled up the collar of his jacket against the cold seeping into his bones from the ever-present mist. He watched as Stephen Hart and Abby Maitland followed the deep imprints in the damp ground left behind by whatever it was that had just been swallowed up by the ball of fractured light.
He had no idea what sort of answers he was expecting to get, either from them or from Cutter, but Ryan knew that good intel was the key to solving any problem, and at the moment, it was bloody obvious that they had a problem on their hands. He just didn’t yet know the magnitude of the problem. Ryan didn’t believe for a second that the MoD were responsible for the creatures. He’d meant it when he’d said that if they’d lost the subjects of an experiment, the moor would have been flooded with soldiers. The MoD weren’t renowned for subtlety. The sergeant who’d turned up at the quarry had been taking pot shots at a beast they’d seen on their range, and he’d shown nothing more than a casual interest in the problem.
Connor Temple’s claim that they had just seen a dinosaur was as outlandish as Cutter’s suggestion that the predator that had wreaked such havoc on two prison work parties had been a creature out of their distant past. A distant past that, if you valued your freedom, you wouldn’t admit to believing in. Ryan didn’t understand what the hell was going on, but he knew that Lester would demand answers…
Stephen Hart straightened up from his examination of the ground all around the ball of light. “There are no prints on the far side. None at all. You can see for yourself.” He waved his hand at the soft earth.
Ryan didn’t need to take up his offer. Even from where he was standing he could see that the short grass on the other side was untrammelled, whereas their side was marked by deep prints, commensurate with the obvious bulk of the creature. He had no reason to doubt Cutter’s estimate of five or six tonnes. Ryan wished they’d come equipped to take casts of the prints as proof, but with so many witnesses what they’d seen couldn’t be doubted.
“He’s right,” Abby said. She pulled a notebook and pen out of a pocket in her coat, presumably intending to take some notes, but immediately, the pen was snatched out of her hand by some invisible force and dragged into the middle of the light. Abby jumped back, shock on her face.
“This is what’s interfering with your compasses,” Temple said excitedly. “It’s generating a magnetic field.”
Ryan opened one of the pockets on his equipment vest where, amongst other things, he kept several spare clips of ammunition. He took a standard 9mm parabellum round from one of the magazines and placed it on the palm of his hand, feeling the familiar weight of the steel-jacketed bullet. It rested there for no more than a fraction of a second before the same force plucked it out of his hand and carried it into the centre of the light. It wasn’t exactly a regulation use for ammunition, but he hadn’t gone out onto the moor with a pocketful of loose change.
“Is the magnetism harmful to us?” he demanded.
Temple shook his head. “No, but we need to study it.”
“He’s right,” Cutter broke in. “We need to get instruments to study this. The creatures are coming out of these…” Cutter flapped his hand, unable to come up with a word to encompass what they’d seen. He took a breath and tried again. “These… anomalies. We need to know where they’re coming from.”
“They’re coming from the past,” Temple said with complete conviction. “They have to be, it’s the only explanation, Professor.”
“There’s no animal alive today that looks like that,” Abby Maitland added.
Connor shot her a grateful look and earned himself a very small smile in return. From what Ryan had seen of their animal expert, Abby was not a person who let her guard down easily, and although she radiated confidence Ryan still detected a brittle edge to her. She was a woman used to having to prove herself around men and that had taken its toll.
“If it’s an anapsid,” Connor ventured, emboldened by her smile, “a likely candidate would be Scutosaurus.” His expression was eager now, and he was beginning to look like an enthusiastic puppy in pursuit of a favourite toy. “But that would mean it’s not really a dinosaur, wouldn’t it, Professor?”
“Aye, lad, technically it would mean that.”
“What are you talking about?” Ryan could feel his frustration with the situation starting to build up again. One minute they were talking about dinosaurs and the next minute they weren’t.
Cutter waved his hand again, dismissing Ryan’s question. “It’s technical, and it doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’ve just seen something alive and walking around that went extinct around 248 million years ago and we need to know how it got here.”
Ryan frowned. “You said the other thing was knocking around about 36 million years ago…”
“So you were taking some notice, go to the top of the class,” Cutter said, his voice loaded with sarcasm. “That’s exactly what I said, and if Connor is right – and I’ve no reason to believe he isn’t – then we’re looking at creatures from two different eras of the earth’s past. The Permian, where the Scutosaurus comes from, lasted from around 290 to 248 million years ago, and those chappies were around at the tail end of it. The Andrewsarchus is from the Eocene, that’s anything from 55 to 34 million years ago.” Cutter jabbed a finger at Ryan’s chest, his face intense and animated. “We need to find out how they’re coming through to our time.” His finger jabbed next at the reason they’d all traipsed over the moor in foul weather. “And that thing holds the key. We need to know what’s through there.”
“There’s only one way we can do that, mate,” Danny Quinn commented, and before Ryan could stop him, the gangly ex-copper had stepped up to the cause of all the trouble and stuck his head and shoulders through.
Blade and Finn snapped their rifles up to their shoulders, red laser dots appearing on the back of Quinn’s borrowed jacket, waiting for an order from Ryan.
“Stand easy,” Ryan told them. He stepped up to Quinn, bunched the heavy material of the jacket in his hand and yanked the man backwards.
A grin of pure adrenaline-fuelled exhilaration was plastered on Quinn’s craggy face. “You have got to see that!” he exclaimed, completely unbothered by the weapons trained on him. Quinn grabbed hold of Ryan’s arm and tugged at him. “Take a look, it’s… it’s… bloody amazing! There’s a whole herd of them…”
Ryan could feel command of the situation slipping away from him. Both Cutter and Temple crowded forward, although Stephen Hart sensibly kept his distance, remaining at Abby Maitland’s side and casting wary glances at both Blade and Finn. Ryan straight-armed Cutter in the chest, holding him back. “Wait! No one goes anywhere until I say so!”
He could feel the magnetic pull exerting itself on the numerous pieces of metal on him as though invisible hands were trying to pluck the rifle from his grasp and drag the knife from his leg-sheath. As far as he could see, Quinn’s impulsiveness hadn’t brought him to any harm, and Ryan was conscious of the fact that Lester had sent them out to bring back answers, so clearly this… whatever it was… needed to be investigated.
“Step back!” he ordered in a parade ground voice. It had the desired effect. “Cutter, Quinn, I want you with me but put one foot out of line and you’ll regret it, do you understand me?”
The two men nodded, but Ryan knew perfectly well that he couldn’t rely on either of them not to get carried away by enthusiasm.
Abby Maitland stepped up to join them. “I want to see it as well.”
Ryan was tempted to argue, but Abby had a determined look on her face that told him he’d be wasting his time. “All right, but I go first.” Without waiting for a response, Ryan turned and – drawing in a sharp breath – stepped into the fractured light.
The bright sunlight made him blink in shock as he sucked in a lungful of hot, desperately dry air. As far as his eyes could see, dunes of black sand stretched away in all directions, broken only by sparse patches of vivid green bushes. In the far distance, a massive volcano spewed out puffs of pale smoke that coalesced about it into a bank of cloud. A herd of huge, lumbering creatures fanned out across the rocky ground moving slowly, all identical to the one that they had just seen and the continuation of the tracks from the soft ground on the other side of… whatever it was, picked up again, clearly showing the tracks of two creatures moving away from them.
Wherever he was, he was sure as hell not on a mist-covered moor a few miles from Dartmoor Prison. A moment later, he heard three sharp intakes of breath that told him he was no longer alone.
“Wherever it is, it’s not fucking Kansas,” Quinn remarked. “Shall we draw straws for who gets to play Toto?”
Above them something that Ryan at first took to be a bird swooped down in front of them and landed lightly on the black sand. A lizard-like head started up at Ryan and the creature raised and lowered the crest on top of a small green head, which tilted quizzically to one side as it looked at them.
Cutter stared down at the little beast and said wonderingly, “Coelurosauravus. This really is the Permian!” He took a step forward, running his hand through his damp hair and causing it to stand up in startled spikes. “The past is real… It explains everything.” He turned slowly around, eyes wide. “It explains everything,” he repeated.
Ryan had no idea what the man meant, but he had to admit that wherever they were, it was certainly real and not some sort of mass hallucination. He could feel the sun beating down on his head, drying his hair and clothes, warming away the chills of the mist and rain. The sand under his boots made a scrunching noise as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and he could hear the bellows of the enormous reptiles, calling to each other as they wandered slowly in search of another bush to graze on.
The one that had come through the light might have liked the taste of grass, but it wouldn’t have liked the cold, not in contrast to this hothouse of a world. No wonder it had been happy to go home so quickly.
“We’ve seen enough,” Ryan declared. “Come on, Professor, we need to get out of here.”
“We need to explore!” Cutter responded, predictable in his enthusiasm.
“No we don’t,” Danny Quinn interrupted, holding out his hand with the 9mm bullet that Ryan had taken out of his ammunition clip to test the pull of the magnetic field. “This thing is getting weaker. Ryan’s right, we need to get back.”
Adrenaline spiked in Ryan’s system as he snatched the bullet out of the man’s hand. Quinn was correct, the magnetic field was definitely weaker and even the light itself seemed less bright. He grabbed hold of Cutter’s shoulders and roughly pushed him through the light, only hesitating for a moment to check that Quinn and Abby were following, before jumping after Cutter, getting as far away from the now-fading shards of light as he could.
Ryan hit the soft earth and rolled, coming up on one knee, his M4 still cradled in his arms. Abby and Quinn jumped through as Stephen Hart pulled Cutter to his feet. They all watched, amazed, as the shining ball started to wink on and off like a broken fairy light. A second later, it blinked for a final time, closed in on itself and disappeared, leaving behind nothing but an uninterrupted view of the grey, rain-swept tors.
The silence that followed was broken only by a small chirruping noise.
Ryan looked down.
They’d been followed by one of the small flying lizards.
At least now they might stand a chance of persuading Lester that their collective sanity remained intact.
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Date: 2014-05-12 06:29 pm (UTC)Eeee! They're getting somewhere with this anomaly (and not just to the Permian *g*). Please, listen to them, Lester!
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Date: 2014-05-19 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-12 07:05 pm (UTC)And Rex! Yay!!!!
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Date: 2014-05-19 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-12 08:38 pm (UTC)Typical Danny, sticking his head through.
Rex!
*purrs*
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Date: 2014-05-19 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-13 12:03 am (UTC)Wonderful!
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Date: 2014-05-19 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-13 08:19 am (UTC)Also, Cutter jabbed a finger at Ryan’s chest, his face intense and animated
Yes, Cutter, the sensible course of action to take with a guy guarding you with a big gun...
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Date: 2014-05-13 05:43 pm (UTC)*chuckle*
A distant past that, if you valued your freedom, you wouldn’t admit to believing in.
That's actually quite frightening, considering the direction some governments are going...
Ryan wished they’d come equipped to take casts of the prints as proof, but with so many witnesses what they’d seen couldn’t be doubted
Um, he might want to think again. They haven't quite sardined the inmates of the prisons, yet.
He took a standard 9mm parabellum round from one of the magazines and placed it on the palm of his hand,
Now, that was smart!
“So you were taking some notice, go to the top of the class,” Cutter said, his voice loaded with sarcasm...
Cutter jabbed a finger at Ryan’s chest, his face intense and animated.
That, on the other hand, was not smart. Um, Cutter, he's just used a round from a very large gun to check the magnetic field.
the gangly ex-copper had stepped up to the cause of all the trouble and stuck his head and shoulders through...
He stepped up to Quinn, bunched the heavy material of the jacket in his hand and yanked the man backwards.
*snorfle* for Danny's impulsiveness and Ryan's emphatic response.
Stephen Hart sensibly kept his distance, remaining at Abby Maitland’s side and casting wary glances at both Blade and Finn
He has been suppressed a bit, hasn't he?
They’d been followed by one of the small flying lizards.
At least now they might stand a chance of persuading Lester that their collective sanity remained intact.
*meep* Poor Rex! I'm not sure this lot will be very kind to him!
Wonderful.
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Date: 2014-05-19 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:01 pm (UTC)Of Danny would be first through the anomaly. He must carry a rabbit's foot or something being prone to leaping first and looking after. Am very excited along with our heroes about what this will mean and unaccountably sad that Stephen and Connor haven't been through the anomaly. Hopefully they get to see the past in a later instalment.
Don't envy Ryan having to submit the report to Lester. James will probably need to resort to the drinks cabinet once more.
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Date: 2014-05-19 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-14 07:19 pm (UTC)This is wonderful. Actual dinosaurs and Danny can't help stick his nose in :D
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Date: 2014-05-19 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-18 06:35 pm (UTC)Can't blame Cutter for wanting to stay and explore, but now is not the time, Nick, you're not properly prepared.
And yay! Rex!
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