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“Oh my god, she’s still tame.” Claire says surprised. You turn to her with a confused look, wondering why that’s her first thing that comes to mind because, as you look at Blue and Owen, all you can think is She’s still alive. And she’s not really tame, she never was. She chooses to respect Owen, but apparently Claire still hasn’t grasped that.
On the screen, Owen continues to mumble to Blue but she jerks her head to the side freezing an armed man in his steps. He began to creep towards the trees off to the side, but Blue heard him and went into defensive mommy mode. She let out a loud screech in his direction and gave Owen one quick glance before she ran off to make sure her babies were okay.
Everyone stands in shock, and Owen looks to the man near the trees.
“What the hell were you doing?” He shouts, as he briskly walks towards him. The man is clearly fearful of Owen as he should be.
“I-I was just given orders.” You watch through Owen’s camera to see the man gulp, “To go look for the babies.” He cowers before Owen, clearly regretting following the orders. You glance to your left towards Claire suspiciously and she’s looking away. She stood beside you the whole time during the search, but you feel like she could still somehow be behind this.
“We find out that she still respects me and the first thing she sees you do is go after her babies. Raptors are incredibly intelligent, strategic creatures. Do you know what she probably thinks?” He asks, still fuming. The poor guy shakes his head. “She thinks this was a trap; a plan to distract her so we could go after her babies.”
Your heart hurts for Owen; seeing her has probably made all the pain from the incident fresh in his mind and you can tell his emotions are getting the best of him. You don’t want to talk to him over the radios where everyone can hear, so you grab your cellphone and tap in his name.
He answers on the second ring. “What?” He asks roughly and your first instinct is to snap at him and ask him who he thinks he’s talking to, but your goal is to calm him down not rile him up.
“Owen, the kid made a mistake. He knows that now, but we already know the most Important thing: she remembers you.” You pause for a moment, waiting to see if he has a response and you watch on the cameras that he cross his arms. This means he knows you’re right.
“Babe, that’s enough for today. Now you need to get back here and take care of your family. We will figure it all out together.” He sighs into the receiver and nods once. He hangs up and you smile at the screen as you watch him herd the group to the trucks.
*****
While you wait for them to arrive, you watch Claire move around the room talking to people. She seems to be asking questions, but you can’t begin to imagine what she could be asking. However, you think to yourself that she is asking about the babies. She seemed so shocked when Charlie first mentioned them. But then again, so did everyone else; no one ever expected for Blue to somehow have kids. You want to believe that she wouldn’t risk Blue’s trust by pulling a stunt like that, but you can’t be sure. You hang back with Charlie to watch her play with some Play-Doh that Amanda was able to acquire and ponder on the events of the past few hours. So much new, shocking information all at once sure is taking a toll on you. You feel sick to your stomach as you worry about the future.
*****
When Owen makes it back up to the control room, Charlie runs at him and jumps up into his arms. “Daddy! You saw my dinosaur!” She shouted, holding his face so she could look directly into his eyes. Just being around Charlie already made him seem happier. You watch the two of them with a smile as they talk to each other and you take your place beside Lowery. He’s looking intently down at his control board as he tracks Blue’s signature. Now that he was able to pinpoint her, he would be able to follow her. You see the crease of his eyebrows that means anger, not concentration.
“Who made the call?” You ask, glancing up at Claire. He doesn’t follow your eyes, but he knows what you’re thinking and he replies.
“No. She and I were joined at the hips the whole time before the crew went out.” He still looks angered and slightly concerned.
“Well then, maybe she texted one of them.” You say pointedly, unwilling to believe she didn’t have a part in it.
“Y/n, it wasn’t her.” He finally looks up from his controls to look into your eyes. “Ever since the incident, she really has changed. She knows how delicate this situation is and wouldn’t do something stupid like that to jeopardize it.” He looks back to his work with a frown and you stare open mouthed at him.
“Wait, so you think it was someone else? But who could have possibly given that order?”
“I don’t know,” He sighs and looks up at the wall of informational screen in front of him. That sick feeling in your stomach returns and he continues, “But we need to figure it out before someone does something really stupid.”